Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"After listening to the Prime Minister's advice, we decided to stay and protect Queen Shakun and Prince Bharata." The warriors said, "After the Prime Minister left, there was no news. After discussing it, we decided to leave half of us to continue to protect them, and we rushed to ask the immortal for help. Please be sure to save Elephant City for the queen and the previous kings!"

Although Doushantuo's actions were indeed difficult to describe, the previous kings of Xiangcheng had made many donations to the forest monastery of Ganpo. It is true that practitioners advocate simplicity, but if there is no support, they are in danger of freezing to death from hunger and cold. For example, the current Tathagata Buddha practiced hard until he was exhausted and almost starved to death when he woke up. If it were not for a kind shepherdess who gave him cheese, I am afraid that the great Buddhist sect would not exist today.

Having received favors from so many generations of kings of Elephant City, Gampo Sage and his disciples must give something back.

As a man, the most fearful thing for a godfather is trouble, but trouble always comes to him. Hearing this, he clenched his hand around his cane, silently mourned for a while about the end of his quiet life, and exhaled a breath of turbidity: "Singh, Ayansh," he called out the names of his two capable disciples, "let's go to Elephant City."

"Sister Huo, let's go to Xiangcheng now." Wen Jiao adjusted the Ruyi pearl necklace on Huo Linger's neck, which was covered with smooth red satin-like fine hair, and said.

Huo Linger opened her mouth and yawned heavily: "Is it lively over there?"

"It was a huge party." Wen Jiao said with a smile.

Before the laughter faded, the man and the lion were already above the Elephant City.

Below, at this moment, there was a bleak and murderous war cloud.

One hundred war elephants lined up in front of the high city gate, their scales shining brightly in the sunlight. The archers in the elephant sedans carried quivers on their backs, their sturdy arms showing their amazing strength.

On the opposite hill, Wang Xuance, dressed in military uniform, frowned slightly: "Is this the army that protects the country of Xiangcheng - the War Elephant Army?"

Jiang Shiren beside him said, "Yesterday the messenger said that Alon Shun has already taken control of most of the military forces in Xiangcheng. Only the leader of the War Elephant Army is loyal to the royal family of Xiangcheng and swears to fight to the death. Alon Shun dare not force them, so he can only lure them to send out their entire army and then close the city gates to cut off their retreat. But judging from the high morale of this army, I'm afraid they will send out their entire army, but not necessarily cut off their retreat."

Zara's eyes widened when he heard that. This young prince has always been hot-tempered. He was so angry that he sent troops when he heard that his beloved wife Princess Wencheng's native country's envoys were massacred. Now that he heard that Alon Shun might be playing tricks, he immediately laughed disdainfully: "We have 8,000 troops from the Ling Kingdom and 4,000 troops from the Princess' Tang Army. One strike from each of them is enough to tear down the wall of Xiangcheng. Isn't the lesson we taught them the day before yesterday enough? That Alon Shun can't tell the difference between the strong and the weak, and wants to deceive us?"

He was referring to the beheading operation of the Tang expeditionary army the day before. On the way to the army, everyone heard the news that Doushan Tuoguang invited the kings of various states to attend his wedding. Wang Xuance made a prompt decision and asked Zara and the deputy general Ye Suxin sent by Princess Wencheng to select elite and brave soldiers, hide weapons, and pretend to be the kings and servants of Ling and Huor who came to watch the ceremony. Under the command of Jiang Shiren, who was disguised as Zara's servant, they swaggered into Xiangcheng.

The officials of Xiangcheng not only failed to sense the danger, but also welcomed them into the palace with great enthusiasm after seeing the Lingguo treasures they presented to Doushantuo. During the banquet, Doushantuo came to toast in person. Seeing this rare opportunity, Jiang Shiren immediately smashed his cup as a signal. The crowd chopped Doushantuo to the ground with a knife, and rushed out of the palace before the guards surrounded them. They rode out of Xiangcheng at full speed, leaving behind the gate guards who had received the news of the king's assassination only a long time later, jumping up and down and cursing.

Ye Suxin smiled slightly upon hearing this. This former maid of the Lady of the Yin Mansion had long been reborn after years of hardships. Only when she smiled would a pair of shallow dimples appear on her dark face, which gave her a unique and charming beauty: "Prince consort, in my opinion, this Alonashon probably thinks that we only attacked Doushantuo by surprise last time, and that it was not a fair victory. Therefore, although he surrendered verbally, he may not be unconfident in his heart that his army is strong and his elephants are powerful. If our army wins this battle, he will naturally close the city gates and cut off his tail to survive, and let us slaughter the war elephants at will, and then surrender according to the agreement. If our army cannot win..."

Zara suddenly realized: "Then he will open the city gates and send reinforcements to pick the sweet fruit of this great victory!" He slapped his knee and said contemptuously, "The insidious Indian monkey, no matter how many plans he has, he must win first. We are not afraid of this war elephant army!"

Wang Xuance raised his lips slightly, his eyes calm, "In the military tactics of the Duke of Wei, there is a rule that talks about how to deal with these elephant soldiers." He paused, adjusted his excited emotions to be as deep and calm as water, suddenly waved his arm, and shouted, "Load the rocket, shoot!"

The command flags were waved, and all the archers of the Ling Army and the Tang Army drew their bows. Amid the sound of locust-like vibrations, thousands of arrows were fired at once, and the gunpowder on the arrows ignited. At first, it was just a spark, and when it hit the war elephant formation, the entire arrow was already burned. From a distance, it looked like countless crisscrossing lines of fire, dividing the war elephant formation into countless regular and irregular small pieces.

Although the elephants had been rigorously trained and could use their huge bodies to break down walls and trample enemies, they could not shake off their instinct to fear fire. After a short pause, all the war elephants began to let out high-pitched screams of fear. Some of them jumped on the spot under the control of their drivers, some ran around and knocked over their companions, and some broke down the elephant sedan and then trampled the escaping archers into meat patties. For a while, the elephants kept screaming, scolding, and screaming. Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and no one knew how many archers were killed by their own war elephants.

"The Art of War" by Li Weigong states: "Whenever you encounter an elephant formation, first fire rockets to startle the group." The wisdom of the military genius is proving its value in a bloody and cruel way in this remote Hezhou in Xiniu.

However this is just the beginning.

When these elite elephant soldiers finally calmed the war elephants with their rich experience, they found that the enemy was approaching them.

The cavalrymen of the Ling Kingdom whistled sharply, and the red tassels on their helmets left a blood-like afterimage. They swung the long ropes in their hands, and the stones tied to the ends of the ropes accurately smashed into the eyes of the war elephants.

"The men of Ling Country have been playing Wuduo since they could walk. It's as easy to blind a few elephants as a snow rabbit drinking water." Zara, who was watching the game from a distance, said proudly.

The fighting continued amidst the flying blood and dust. No one doubted the outcome of this war, including the Xiangcheng Army itself, which was still struggling to resist.

Jiang Shiren, who was watching the battle, was already a little bored: "These Indians are so rude. Not only do they not surrender, but they also dare to fight back against our army?"

Wang Xuance's eyes darkened and he quickly looked in one direction.

At the edge of the battlefield, three practitioners in ochre robes appeared. The old man in the lead was leaning on a wooden staff, with white hair, and his beard was shaking as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Salute to Agni!" he shouted.

The sea of ​​fire engulfed everything.