CHAPTER 337: CHAPTER 30: HUSSITE WAR WAGON

The dense fog of early morning gradually dissipated.

Revealing the battlefield’s chaos.

Soldiers in black robes are cleaning the battlefield, stripping the dead of their armor, gathering unescaped warhorses and pack animals. Their logistics are limited, making this a significant supplement.

This battle took advantage of the weather, geography, and harmony. Among the enemy were only about three to four hundred Jurchens, the rest mostly comprised of Qidan, Han civilians, Bohai people, and other Vassal Army, our losses were not significant.

Losa frowned and said to Jeanne, "Were Furin, Nina, Prajna not with you?"

"Tch, you only remember them. Why not ask about Hans, Kurs, Captain Hog?"

Losa said helplessly, "Alright, I’ll ask now."

Jeanne smiled gently and said calmly, "None are here. I guess they didn’t enter the combat records—it’s normal since I am the one being tested this time."

"That’s a bit troublesome."

Losa frowned and said, "I need to rest for a while."

He sat on a nearby hill, in a state of strong yet not strong. If he unleashes fully without considering the consequences, the Breath of the Giant Dragon or the Holy Spear are considerable powers.

But his Spiritual Power is limited; performing small skills like the Fireball Technique is alright, but the moment he uses a Big Move, he feels his Spiritual Power is insufficient.

"Speaking of, that Jin Kingdom Chiliarch is indeed formidable, even more so than Rahel from our time."

Losa said calmly, "That’s normal. Back then, we just went through a massive witch-hunt movement, the Extraordinary either vanished without a trace or fled overseas."

Then.

Two Varangian Guards escorted a rugged-looking fellow towards them.

"Sir, we found this coward pretending to be dead while clearing the battlefield."

The two pushed the captive rudely onto the ground. He wasn’t wearing a Helmet, had old Zha Armor, face full of fear: "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I am from Song, not a Demon."

Losa nodded and began, "I’ll give you a chance to live. Next, I ask, you answer. As long as you tell me all the information you know, I promise to spare your life."

The captive kowtowed urgently, "I am willing! I have been drifting for half my life, only begrudge not meeting a wise lord, I work for the Jurchens out of desperation. If you do not abandon me, I wish to serve like a loyal horse and dog."

Losa’s expression turned strange. I thought you might ask me to be your foster father.

"What is your name?"

"Sir, my name is Liu San, you may call me San’er."

Losa asked again, "Whose subordinates are you?"

Upon hearing this, Liu San quickly distanced himself: "Sir, I am not of the Demon’s. I was merely dragged in as cannon fodder, lead their way, raise horses, attack cities and climb first. This Armor is a reward from the Jurchen general after enduring humiliation to please him."

Losa frowned, realizing Liu San was not lying. He now far surpassed his former self, even without Prajna’s lie detector, typical deception couldn’t fool him anymore.

"I didn’t ask for this, speak of something significant."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Liu San replied hastily: "This group of Demons is a detachment under the fourth Crown Prince of Jin Kingdom, with less than a thousand life and strength."

"Fourth Crown Prince of Jin Kingdom."

Losa’s expression turned sharp; isn’t this their target, the Jin Wushu!

He asked solemnly, "How many troops does the Fourth Crown Prince of Jin Kingdom have, and how many of these detachments are there?"

Liu San hesitated, pondered for a moment, and tentatively said: "The Fourth Crown Prince’s main forces must have over five thousand men, but how many detachments... as a minor figure, how would I have access to such secrets."

Losa raised his hand, revealing the Shining Cross Sword.

Liu San’s tone immediately became high-pitched: "Spare me, Sir, spare me! I never wanted to pledge to the Demons, I only want to survive!"

Liu San trembled and opened his eyes, realizing he wasn’t dead; instead, the ropes binding him were cut.

Losa transformed the Silver Sword back into a Cross and casually hung it around his neck, saying: "You seem honest enough. For the time being, guide my troops personally, rest assured, I am not a Jurchen Demon, I won’t force you to the battlefield."

Liu San escaped death, his face awash with snot and tears, kowtowing repeatedly, "Thank you, sir, for sparing this humble life."

Losa waved his hand, instructing Liu San to stay away, and said to Jeanne: "Did you hear? Just his main forces alone have five thousand men, and most likely they are elite Iron Cavalry and Kühe, do you have a solution?"

Jeanne’s expression turned grave, shaking her head, "Uncertain."

She had just witnessed the power of the Iron Cavalry. Even amidst this thick fog, the surprise attack still showcased powerful combat effectiveness. If a thousand of them were to charge across the plain wilderness, she wouldn’t believe in our victory at all.

The only option is to ambush, surprise.

But these Jurchens aren’t fools, at least they know how to deploy Scouts and lookouts. Concealing an ambushing army without Furinjira’s Blood Magic is almost impossible?

Losa pondered for a while, formulating a simple plan.

"Gather everyone now, we should set off."

"Do you have a plan?"

"Only a rough outline. These Jurchens just punched Qidan and trampled the Great Song, they’re arrogant and conceited. It’s not hard to lure them into a trap for a battle with us."

"The challenge is the enemy probably won’t enter marshes, canyons, forests—areas unsuitable for cavalry. Once our movements are exposed, whether to fight or retreat, the initiative shifts to the enemy."

"Jin Wushu, although not considered a top general in history, certainly isn’t a fool."

Losa’s army is mainly infantry; once pinned by the enemy, escaping would be difficult.

"Even if it’s just a rough plan, let me hear it and help strategize."

"I want to try using Hussite War Wagons against the enemy cavalry, limit their charge speed with barricades, and deploy traps like stakes, tripwires, and Iron Thorns manually to hinder their advance. Once the enemy’s forces are contained, you lead all cavalry to flank them. Whether to attack the enemy’s main general or otherwise, it depends on your decision."

Jeanne frowned, "It really is just a rough outline."

Losa laughed, "Ha, where can you find perfect plans? On the battlefield, it’s all about adaptability."

"Let’s go, we need to head to nearby Song cities, seek their assistance. We definitely don’t need their troops, but we require logistics and equipment, including wagons, for them to help build."

Jeanne was somewhat curious, "How will you persuade the Song to help you?"

"See those?"

Losa pointed to the Jurchen heads being collected by his soldiers: "In many Song people’s eyes, these Jurchens are invincible Demons. Giving these heads to local officials or military commanders is such a merit, not saying it’s a direct route to titles, it’s an enormous fortune. Just based on this, isn’t it enough for them to organize manpower to help me?"

"Tch, aren’t you worried the Song people might double-cross you? After all, you’re just a foreigner in their eyes."

Losa frowned, "Stop picking up Furinjira’s habit of saying ’tch.’ As for double-crossing, don’t forget, they wouldn’t even dare oppose the Jurchens, why would they risk opposing me, a Great Qin General?"

Losa had a complex feeling towards the Song Dynasty, both pitying its misfortunes and angry at its lack of improvement.

Jeanne said softly, "Perhaps, just because they’re frightened by the Jurchens, they’ve already decided to surrender, making them utterly unwilling to aid you, a ’rebel’ against the Jurchens?"