Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1250 Not a Human

Toyotomi Saburo refused the guards' offer to accompany him and found a place with undulating terrain and lush weeds on his own.

No one here can see what he's doing.

He sat on a dry patch of ground, slowly unbuttoned his clothes to expose his belly, and then gritted his teeth to draw his straight sword from its sheath.

He gripped the knife handle with both hands, closed his eyes, and muttered something under his breath.

He pointed the knife at his abdomen.

Cheng Liang led 5,000 cavalry, following the pirates' army from a distance of three miles away.

Following Lin Feng's orders, they did not attack, but simply followed.

Based on his observations, he concluded that this group of pirates would die on the road within a day.

The five thousand cavalry were followed by the engineering battalion of the Zhenxi Army.

They were responsible for the subsequent cleanup work.

They buried the pirate soldiers who starved to death on the spot.

After the pirates withdrew from Danzhou City, Luo Shidong's Zhennan Army immediately marched into the city and began to repair and restore the buildings and streets.

In a full twenty days, the Zhenxi Army captured Danzhou City without suffering any losses.

There were no casualties, only one warship was wrecked.

Of the 35,000 pirate soldiers in Danzhou City, almost none escaped from Danzhou Prefecture.

Including the general Toyotomi Saburo.

With this, the Zhenxi Army had recovered most of the southern territory.

While the Zhenxi Army and Luo Shidong's Zhennan Army were enthusiastically recapturing Danzhou City, Lin Feng had already taken his guards and boarded the Zhenxi No. 2 warship, leaving Danzhou and heading towards Funing Prefecture along the Qingxi River.

The entire southern territory of Dazong is vast, centered on Fuzhou Prefecture, and extends outwards to a total of six prefectures and one hundred and seventy-three counties.

Coastal prefectures are inherently economically developed and rich in natural resources, especially fishery resources.

In recent years, however, the area has been invaded by pirates who burned, killed, and looted, causing people to be displaced and forced to leave their homes, resulting in unprecedented decline.

Lin Feng is now pondering how to restore the population and production in the southern border region as quickly as possible.

He knew this was not a goal that could be achieved in the short term; the road had to be taken one step at a time. To revitalize the economy, he needed people, and secondly, he needed money.

In the past, relying on the output of Lingdouzi Castle, coupled with the abundant funds of their own bank, they made the eight prefectures of Zhenxi very prosperous.

Now that the territory has grown several times larger, it is not only short of people, but also short of money.

Sitting in the command room of the Zhenxi No. 2 three-story ship, Lin Feng pondered for a long time and felt that talent was urgently needed.

Especially among civilian officials, there are very few who meet Lin Feng's requirements.

They not only need to be literate, but also need to be able to accept their own ideas.

There are many scholars in the world, but they all strive to pass the imperial examinations and change their own lives, rarely considering issues from the perspective of ordinary people.

This is a very troublesome problem.

Lin Feng held his head in his hands, staring blankly at the vast southern territory map spread out in front of him.

Fu'an Prefecture.

Like Lin Feng, Tokugawa Iehira was holding his head, facing the map on his desk, groaning as if he had a toothache.

Since his younger brother Tokugawa Iemochi led 30,000 men and starved to death in the vast wilderness between Funing Prefecture and Ganqing Prefecture.

Tokugawa Iehira was already extremely shocked and ashamed.

The scene of his younger brother Tokugawa Iemochi committing seppuku still often haunted Tokugawa Iehei's dreams.

Then, Mizukawa Hide, who commanded fifty warships, had forty-five of his warships destroyed in one battle by the Zhenxi Army's three warships (one large and two small). Only Mizukawa Hide's main warship, with the remaining four warships, managed to retreat from Qingxi River and escape to the estuary.

This made Tokugawa Iehira feel once again that the generals sent by headquarters to the southern part of the vast territory were all idiots and fools.

He even insulted his own younger brother, and felt extremely ashamed, believing that Tokugawa Iemochi had tarnished the reputation of his family.

Mizukawa Hideaki has tarnished the reputation of the Daiho clan.

A nation skilled in naval warfare, a nation that has lived at sea for many years, a nation that deals with water every day, was actually defeated by the Zhenxi Army.

The Zhenxi Army is best at cavalry warfare, so how did they manage to achieve such a great victory in naval battle?

This is utterly shameful.

The two crushing defeats dealt a heavy blow to Tokugawa Iehira's spirit.

However, she was struck again on top of the lingering emotional trauma.

Toyotomi Saburo, with 35,000 troops, was stationed in the heavily fortified city of Danzhou.

They were all drowned by the Zhenxi Army...

Tokugawa Iehira held the battle report in his hand and stared at it carefully for a quarter of an hour.

He couldn't believe that a people who lived on the water had more than 30,000 people drowned. Was there any justice in this?

Of course, this battle report is wrong. Of the more than 30,000 pirates, 99 percent died of starvation, and those who drowned were purely accidental.

However, the city of Danzhou was submerged by the flood, and the army inside the city did not escape very far. Because they had no food in their stomachs, anyone who had been starving for several days would be extremely weak. In addition, they could not stay in the cold water for long, so it is not entirely wrong to say that they drowned.

In short, Tokugawa Iehira learned from the lessons of the previous two battles in this battle report and deeply understood them.

Lin Feng, the leader of the Zhenxi Army, was no ordinary general or common man.

In fact, in Tokugawa Iehira's mind, Lin Feng was no longer considered human.

Any one of these three battles could be considered one of the most glorious victories in military history, and also one of the most classic examples of warfare.

Almost no normal general could win such an extraordinary battle.

Tokugawa Iehira counted on his fingers, and the headquarters had dispatched a total of seventy to eighty thousand troops to the southern territories.

By now, almost none remain; they all perished on that land.

That's terrifying...

Thinking of this, Tokugawa Iehira couldn't help but tremble all over.

The Eastern Army he currently leads has a total of only 40,000 men, and will be attacked from both sides by the Imperial Guard and the Western Garrison of the Taisho Dynasty.

Tokugawa Iehira shook his head, wondering how long he could hold out.

Should we withdraw from this war that we have no chance of winning?

This was a difficult choice: on one hand, Emperor Taiga placed high hopes on him, and on the other hand, there was the formidable leader of the Western Garrison, Lin Feng.

In Tokugawa Iehira's mind, a ferocious and malevolent monster image was conceived.

With a blue face and fangs, and three heads and six arms?

In short, it doesn't connect to the image of a normal human being.

After careful consideration, Tokugawa Iehira decided to shrink his defenses in the eastern part of the Daisō region, while intensifying the siege of Ryōjō and increasing the garrison in Yongning and Quzhou prefectures to guard against the Zhenxi Army in Funing and Ganqing prefectures in the southern region.

He originally thought that with 40,000 troops under his command, he could enter the capital and advance unstoppably, heading straight for the capital of the Taisho Dynasty.

Right now, the 40,000 troops seem stretched thin and leaky.

Lin Feng's series of victories in the southern border region of Dazong not only shocked the surrounding areas, but also directly benefited Prince Zhao Jian of the Dazheng Dynasty.

Whether he admits it or not, the pirate army outside Los Angeles has clearly slowed its offensive and its numbers are gradually decreasing.

The city's defenses, which were originally in dire straits, were greatly relieved.

While Zhao Jian breathed a sigh of relief, he became even more distressed.

The legend of Lin Feng, the general of the Western Garrison, circulated among the Imperial Guards of the Taisho era. These stories were compiled and passed down, becoming more and more fantastical, almost turning Lin Feng into an invincible war god.