newbobooks Chapter 1390 Lin Zhen Fights 3 Iron Cavalry Alone
Chapter 1390 Lin Zhen Fights 3 Iron Cavalry Alone
Everyone's gaze followed the direction Lin Zhen was pointing and fell upon the desolate Gobi Desert that appeared somewhat barren under the setting sun.
There was nothing there but pebbles and withered grass.
Feast?
Where can I find a great meal?
Everyone's face was filled with confusion and bewilderment.
They couldn't understand what this prince, who always managed to create miracles, was up to this time.
"Your Highness, there's...there's nothing here."
The logistics officer looked at the Gobi Desert in front of him, where not even a blade of grass could grow.
"Who said no?"
Lin Zhen smiled and stopped in front of a large, blue boulder that appeared to be larger than the other stones.
He gently tapped the boulder three times.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Three muffled sounds echoed across the silent Gobi Desert.
Just when everyone thought Lin Zhen was being deliberately mysterious.
Rumble——!
A loud bang suddenly came from under the blue boulder!
Then, amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present,
The massive blue boulder, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, slowly moved to the side!
A bottomless, black hole was revealed!
A fresh scent, a mixture of earth and grass, wafted from the cave.
"This...this is..."
Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them, as if they had been petrified.
"What are you all still standing there for?"
Lin Zhen looked at the soldiers who were already too shocked to speak, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
"Hurry up and bring your feast up!"
"Yes Yes!"
All the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty only came to their senses after hearing Lin Zhen's order.
They let out a deafening cheer and, as if injected with adrenaline, charged toward the dark hole in the ground.
Soon, sacks filled with grain and dried meat were carried out of the cave.
There were also buckets of sweet water.
Looking at the mountain of food and water before them, all the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty wept.
One by one, they knelt down on the ground and kowtowed frantically to Lin Yu.
"Long live the Prince! Long live the Prince!"
A roar of cheers, like a landslide or a tsunami, echoed throughout the entire Gobi Desert.
"Husband, when did you hide so many things here?"
Murong Yan walked to Lin Zhen's side. She looked at the grain and fodder that had appeared as if by magic, and her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with shock and... curiosity.
"It's always good to have a backup plan when we set off for the expedition."
Lin Zhen smiled, reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissing her smooth forehead.
Murong Yan gently rested her head on Lin Zhen's shoulder, her clear, cold phoenix eyes filled with happiness and...sweetness.
……
With ample supplies of food and provisions, this exhausted army was revitalized once again.
After resting for a night, they once again embarked on their journey back to Yumen Pass.
And just when they were less than three hundred miles away from Yumen Pass.
A tribe from the northern desert, numbering around five thousand, came into their view.
"Your Majesty, it is the Red Salt Tribe."
A scout pointed to a distant village, its chimneys emitting wisps of smoke in the setting sun, and said softly.
"The Red Salt Tribe is the largest salt-supplying tribe in the northern desert. Their tribe stores a large amount of salt and dried meat, and is one of the most important logistical supply bases for the Northern Desert King."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Murong Yan's beautiful phoenix eyes.
She turned her head to look at Lin Zhen, her voice carrying a question that only he could understand.
"Husband, shall we fight?"
"Fight, of course we should fight."
Lin Zhen smiled, looking at the distant area where the tribe's eyes gleamed with a greedy light.
"There's no reason not to eat the fat meat that's delivered to our door. Pass on my orders."
Murong Yan's face exuded confidence and domineering aura.
"All troops prepare for battle! We will take down the Red Salt Tribe in one hour!"
"Yes!"
Just as they were preparing to launch an attack on the Red Salt Tribe.
A scout on guard duty suddenly rode back at full speed.
"Your Highness! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
His face was filled with panic.
"There are a large number of pursuers behind us!"
"They are less than twenty miles away from us!"
"what?!"
This news caused everyone present to feel a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts.
They hadn't expected that the Northern King's pursuers would arrive so quickly.
"how many people?"
Lin Zhen's brows furrowed slightly.
"At least 30,000 men!" The scout's voice trembled.
Thirty thousand people!
And they number less than a thousand!
This battle is simply impossible to fight!
"Your Majesty, let's retreat quickly!"
A general walked up to Murong Yan, his voice filled with anxiety.
"If you don't leave, it will be too late!"
However, Murong Yan shook her head.
She gazed at the distant Red Salt Tribe, where smoke was still rising from their chimneys, and a glint of gambler's madness flashed in her beautiful phoenix eyes.
"No! We're not retreating! We'll take a gamble."
"bet?"
Everyone was stunned. They couldn't understand what their Empress was trying to gamble on.
"That's right, it's gambling."
She turned her head and looked at Lin Zhen.
"My husband, I need you to do me a favor."
"Go ahead," Lin Zhen said, looking at her with eyes full of affection.
"I need you to lead five hundred elite troops to help me hold off the pursuers behind us."
Murong Yan's voice, though not loud, was like a thunderclap, booming in everyone's ears.
"I will lead the rest of the people to take down the Red Salt Tribe!"
"what?!"
Everyone was speechless in shock by Murong Yan's insane plan.
Using 500 men to hold off an army of 30,000?
This...this is practically suicide!
"Your Majesty, no!"
A general suddenly knelt down, his voice filled with pleading.
"Your Highness is of noble birth; how could you risk such a perilous life! Your Majesty, please reconsider!"
Lin Zhen looked at his audacious Empress.
"it is good."
He nodded, his voice filled with undeniable confidence.
"Do as you say, one hour."
He held up a finger.
"At most, I can only help you hold them off for an hour."
"An hour later, we met up on the ridge north of the Red Salt Tribe."
"enough."
Murong Yan looked at him, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with gratitude and...love.
"An hour is enough."
The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.