Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 150 Raid

Chen Mo chose the first option.

Instantly, Chen Mo felt immensely filled within his body.

A huge energy flowed into the meridians throughout his body.

He felt his Dantian expand further, and his True Qi was abundant, just a step away from becoming a Third Grade Martial Artist.

Because he possessed the Innate Purity Immortal Body.

At this moment, the changes in his body were not noticed by Gao Zheng and the others.

[Today’s simulation runs are exhausted.]

[Cooldown time is 24 hours. For the next simulation, it will cost sixteen thousand taels. Can recharge in advance.]

Chen Mo brought eighty thousand in silver notes for this trip to Nanyang.

Some were withdrawn from the Hongfu Ice Shop.

It could be said that it was all of Chen Mo’s possessions.

The rebellion suppression could last for more than ten days, which is certainly not enough.

It seems that some profit needs to be sought during the rebellion suppression process.

...

Meanwhile.

Jizhou.

The Yellow Turban Army didn’t only exist in Nanyang.

They were also in Jizhou, just not on the same large scale as in Nanyang.

The Yellow Turban Army in Jizhou was slowly growing, gradually nibbling away at the surrounding militia forces.

Meanwhile, compared to Jingzhou.

The Yellow Turban Army’s control over Jizhou was very strong.

They controlled all the transportation routes leading to Bianliang.

Any messages Jizhou tried to send out regarding the Yellow Turban Army were intercepted.

Thus, in the eyes of the Imperial Court.

Jizhou appeared stable as Mount Tai.

In a hall of a certain county in Jizhou, Zhang Jiao also received the news that Huangfu Hao’s army had arrived in Nanyang.

At the same time, he also learned about the local conditions in Nanyang.

Such as the situation of women, children, and the elderly being left exposed in the wilderness,

Zhang Jiao was not inherently bad and had tried to restrain these arrogant and fierce troops under him.

But the Yellow Turban Army was mostly made up of farmers with hoes, prisoners from jail, prison guards, and conscripted militia, essentially people from various walks of life, making it difficult to manage.

Those who have been oppressed often want to unleash their nature once they gain power.

And this lack of restraint actually allowed the Yellow Turban Army to grow rapidly.

So Zhang Jiao did not control the situation in Nanyang.

But the situation in his own area was different.

There were faithful followers of the Taiping Dao who, following Zhang Jiao’s slogans, did some good deeds.

At the same time, to set an example, Zhang Jiao didn’t let anyone repair the slightly dilapidated hall used for official duties.

The streets were bustling with a harmonious atmosphere.

On the table in front of Zhang Jiao, there was a spread-out map.

Zhang Jiao dipped a brush in some red ink and drew a route on the map.

From Nanyang County to Western Shu.

This route showed the cities along the way.

"Big brother, you were looking for me?" Zhang Bao, Zhang Jiao’s second brother, approached.

"Second brother, the message I asked you to deliver, did you send it?" Zhang Jiao said.

"I sent it two days ago, and it’s probably in Ping’Er’s hands by now," Zhang Bao said.

"That’s good. Qingwan Town is a crucial town in the switch from Nanyang to Western Shu and must not be lost. Once Qingwan Town is lost, Ping’Er will have no retreat path; once the army arrives, they’ll be caught like turtles in a jar."

Upon hearing Zhang Bao say the message had arrived, Zhang Jiao felt relieved, but to be safe, he continued, "Let the followers hidden around Nanyang County take action. It’s time to leave; Nanyang is not a place to stay long."

"Understood."

Zhang Bao responded but didn’t leave immediately, saying with a smile, "Big brother, with the Thunder Talismans that you meticulously crafted over months, Ping’Er won’t have any issues. Rest assured."

Zhang Jiao shook his head and said, "If it were someone else as the main general, I might still feel at ease, but Huangfu Hao comes from the prestigious Huangfu family of the Seven Great Aristocratic Families. The Huangfu family has deep roots from the previous dynasty, and no one knows what foundation they have.

It’s possible he might have a way to counter my Thunder Talismans."

Hearing this, Zhang Bao’s face gradually grew serious, and he suddenly remembered something, saying,

"Recently, when we were developing Taiping Dao followers in Wuling County, we recruited a Second-Grade Martial Artist. Should we send him to protect Ping’Er?"

"You mean Guan Hai?" Zhang Jiao said, contemplating for a moment before saying, "Yes."

"Then I will send the message to him."

"Okay."

...

The night was hazy.

Fire raged high into the sky.

Due to just having fought a fierce battle, they hadn’t rested long before setting off again, and they had to take care of the wounded, causing the team to stretch out quite long.

Chen Mo lay dozing on his horse.

Through the simulation, Chen Mo knew that there would be no resting from tonight until tomorrow. So he tried to rest as much as he could while on the road tonight.

The sky brightened.

The Vanguard Army finally reached the borders of Nanyang.

However, this area was all countryside with few people around.

Gao Fen hadn’t slept all night, but for a Fifth Grade Martial Artist, these aren’t concerns, so he was still energetic.

First, he sent soldiers to establish contact with Huangfu Hao.

Then he had his personal soldiers bring the map of Nanyang County.

To be a Deputy General, apart from the recommendations of courtiers, Gao Fen had some military talent.

He quickly pointed out a location on the map, saying:

"This is one of the key towns of Nanyang County. According to the strategy set by the Grand General, under siege, the Yellow Turban rebels will absolutely retreat to this town. If we bypass Yi City in front of us and head directly to this town, and then seize it, not only can we redeem ourselves, but we can also seize the initiative for our army..."

Gao Fen’s face revealed a look of delight.

"But General, shouldn’t we first establish contact with the Grand General, and then act according to the Grand General’s orders?" The Deputy General reminded.

"Speed is crucial in warfare. By the time we establish contact with the Grand General and wait for his orders, too much time would be lost. Right now, the rebels would never expect us to bypass Yi City and raid Qingwan Town, making it a great opportunity," Gao Fen said.

Moreover, he had experienced the Yellow Turban Army’s combat strength last night.

Though they suffered a bit of a loss.

The enemy had ambushed them, taking advantage of the favorable terrain, which resulted in the deaths of several hundred of his men.

However, the enemy had suffered total annihilation.

With such battle prowess, Gao Fen didn’t take them seriously at all.

In his mind, if it hadn’t been nighttime with the terrain being narrow, preventing them from forming a proper battle array,

even with the ambush, the enemy wouldn’t have taken advantage.

"But what if the Grand General blames us?"

"Hmph." Gao Fen snorted coldly before saying, "When I am in the field, military orders are not always followed. Once we take Qingwan Town, the Grand General will naturally not blame us."

"But right now the men and horses are exhausted, and we have no siege equipment. Isn’t it too risky?" The Deputy General still felt it was somewhat inappropriate.

Gao Fen glared at the Deputy General and then said, "There is no war without risk. Besides, we are the Imperial Guard, the Great Song’s strongest army; our soldiers are all Martial Artists. Just one night without sleep, it’s nothing."

After saying this, he didn’t give the Deputy General a chance to respond, saying, "Pass down the order: rest for a quarter of an hour, then proceed towards Qingwan Town at full speed, without error."

...

When Chen Mo heard the order, he furrowed his brows silently.

But he didn’t try to dissuade again.

He had already tried to dissuade twice, but when did Gao Fen ever listen?