My Heaven-Defying Spirit

"Wuboom!"

Following the sound of war drums, they arrived at a plain covered with yellow sand. This place was the southwest border of the Da'an Dynasty. It was here that the Western Barbarians invaded. At this moment, the Da'an border was accompanied by the roaring sound of war drums, and everyone's expression was tense.

"Report!!!"

At this moment, outside a tent, a soldier with a dusty face trotted into the tent. Inside the tent, an old man who looked over fifty years old and wearing silver armor was talking to a young man beside him. However, when he saw the soldier suddenly breaking in, the old man was also furious.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Your wife is dead?" the old man said as if cursing.

"General, the Western Barbarians are invading."

The soldier said in panic

"It's just a small matter that makes you so anxious. I've seen you before these days. Look at your cowardly look." Suddenly, as if he thought of something, the old man in silver armor's face suddenly changed. However, the soldier who was jogging over at this moment was already kneeling on the ground, saying tremblingly

"General, hundreds of thousands of troops from the Western Barbarians are invading the border."

The soldier's voice gradually became quieter, but the old man in silver armor heard it clearly.

"Quickly, gather all the troops and withdraw to the border guards. We must wait for the commander's reinforcements to arrive."

The young man next to him was the old man's deputy general. After hearing what the old man said, he did not hesitate at all and immediately walked out of the tent.

After only an incense stick of time, all the troops stationed at the border of Da'an had assembled, about one-tenth or two-tenths, about 70,000 to 80,000 people. Of course, it was impossible for a mere deputy general to have such power. First, the war was urgent, and everyone had to be united, otherwise how could they fight against the Western Yi army? Second, the old man in silver armor was one of the two most capable generals under Master Ming. He was Ji Duhou, the official title was Left Vanguard. He followed Master Ming to fight on the battlefield in his early years and had a prominent position in the army.

At this time, the old general Ji Duhou walked out of the tent quickly. The adjutant outside the camp saw Ji Duhou and bowed in a military salute. Behind him, there were no less than thirty or forty generals. The military system of Da'an was also divided into upper and lower levels. The most ordinary soldiers were above some soldier commanders, and then there were generals of the older generation like Ji Duhou. As for the highest level in the army, it was the founding heroes like Xiang Ming Tai Shi.

"General, all the commanders in the army are here. Please give us your orders now." The person who spoke was the adjutant under Ji Duhou. The people present did not say anything to stop him because they knew that Master Ming had issued orders when he returned to Beijing. When Master Ming was not in the military camp these few days, all matters, big or small, were handled by this left vanguard.

"Are all the generals here?" Ji Duhou glanced at the commander in the audience and turned to his adjutant.

"All 37 generals of the army have arrived except General Yu Shi."

The adjutant also replied calmly.

Ji Duhou, who was standing by, nodded in satisfaction when he heard this, and he didn't seem to care that there was still a commander who had not arrived. In fact, that General Yu Shi was a member of the reconnaissance force within the army. They not only had to constantly observe the changes on the battlefield and the movements of the enemy, but it was reasonable for the commander to be away from the barracks for several days. He would only report important intelligence occasionally, just like the soldier who had just rushed into the tent to report the invasion of the Western Yi army. He was a capable general under General Yu Shi.

"Well, since all the generals are here today, I won't ask riddles anymore. The Western Barbarians have sent a large army to attack us. They are shitting on our heads. If we don't make any moves, the people of Da'an will think we are freeloaders," said Ji Duhou, although he was old but still in an excited tone.

At this moment, some young commanders in the army have already spoken in agreement, but some older ones remain silent.

"General Ji, the Western Barbarians have nearly millions of troops coming to attack us. How can we resist them with the 100,000 soldiers on our border?" The one who spoke was a prestigious general among the commanders. He had also followed Master Ming to fight on the battlefield in his early years.

After hearing what the general said, the originally passionate team calmed down immediately. Fighting a war is not only based on team morale, but also on the difference in numbers. Once the enemy's army of millions comes, they will definitely not be able to resist with only hundreds of thousands of people. So they all calmed down and thought carefully about the next strategy on how to deal with the millions of troops of the Western Yi.

"Everyone, I know that there is no chance of winning with 100,000 against 1 million, but we just need to hold on now. The cavalry general in the army has sent an urgent report that Master Ming will return to the camp today." Just after Ji Duhou finished speaking, the team that had been immersed in the battle began to talk excitedly again. Every time they followed Master Ming, they would win every battle. The most prestigious and powerful person in the army was still their Master Ming.

"Alright everyone, quickly organize your men to guard their posts and do not relax. We have already lost tens of thousands of our brothers in the battle with the Western Barbarians' vanguards. We cannot let them die in vain. We must be fully alert!" After saying the last sentence, Ji Duhou ordered all the generals to leave immediately. Because the war was urgent, he could not let these generals chat here, so he asked them to go back early and fully armed to prepare to resist the next attack by the Western Barbarians' vanguards.