In March, flowers are blooming, and the continuous spring rain makes the water in the Luoshui River soar. The water that could only pass through its thighs can now reach the waist deep. If you are not careful, you will be washed away by the turbulent flowing water.

The only two wooden bridges on the Luoshui River are now the only way to cross the river, but the wooden bridge has been demolished by the Nanchuan Army, which took the lead. If the retreating Red Turban Army wants to cross the river for hundreds of thousands of people in a short period of time, the only way is to swim across the river, which is exactly what Lin Chuan hopes.

Half-crossing attacks are always the best attack method. At that time, the enemy cannot look at each other at the beginning and end, which can achieve the maximum killing effect and best defeat the enemy.

In the forest several miles away from the Luoshui River, the main force of Nanchuan had sharpened his swords. The Red Turban Army burned, killed and looted in the Luoshan Province, which made all Nanchuan soldiers full of anger. However, in order to reduce casualties, Lin Chuan did not lead the troops to face the enemy head-on, but hoped to drag the Red Turban Army down and then annihilate it in one fell swoop.

Compared with the large enough casualties paid for the front-end battle and the subsequent pension, it is undoubtedly easier to evacuate residents on both sides of the road. Now Lin Chuan's words are the imperial edicts of the three provinces of Nanchuan. With the cooperation of officials and people at all levels, the progress of strengthening the walls and clearing the fields was very smooth, which reflects the efficiency of the government under the governance of the Nanchuan Army.

More than 300,000 Red Turban Army were transferred into the huge trap set up by Lin Chuan for them. Now they have become an isolated army and a tired army. Now it is time to close the net. Even though they still have more than 300,000 people, they are no longer energetic.

In the forest, the Nanchuan soldiers were making the final preparations before the war. They were wiping their weapons carefully until they were shiny and looked extremely sharp.

Lin Chuan has always attached great importance to weapons. The arsenal belonging to the Nanchuan Army can now continuously produce excellent weapons to supply the army. Weapons are the second life of soldiers on the battlefield, so the advantages and disadvantages of weapons greatly affect the victory or defeat of the war.

The soldiers were not nervous about the upcoming war. Thanks to their participation in countless sinister battles, they had become calm and composed enough. For them, war means military achievements, and the Nanchuan soldiers are not afraid of war. This is a fine tradition.

"Okay, you guys will follow the plan." Lin Chuan assigned all the tasks to various corpses and flag regiments. Now all he needs is to wait quietly for the final battle.

The generals came out one after another, but rode on their horses and returned to the troops hidden everywhere. Lin Chuan's command center suddenly became empty.

Lin Chuan stood up and walked outside the military tent. He took a deep breath. The air in the forest after the rain was particularly fresh, which shocked his spirit.

The soldiers in the distance were waiting bored, some were talking in a low voice, some were sleeping against the trunks wrapped in marching blankets, and some were wiping their weapons and tidying up their armor.

The cavalry's horses were lowering their heads and eating tender grass on the grass in the forest. Unknown birds among the trees were standing on the branches and looking at the hidden army in the forest curiously, without any intention of flying away.

Lin Chuan looked at the quiet scene before the war, and his originally anxious heart calmed down. It had been six years since 19801 that he had come to this world. From the slave who was unable to eat at the time to the commander who now has 300,000 elite soldiers, he felt like a dream.

However, the entire Far Eastern dynasty is still full of strong enemies. Not to mention the other countries that are eyeing each other, the difficulties faced by the Nanchuan Army are now threatened by the Red Turban Army and the Hanhai Army. The Nanchuan Army is mixed in the middle and may be destroyed at any time. This is also the reason why Lin Chuan has been trembling.

Lin Chuan hopes that this time, the more than 300,000 Red Turban Army can be destroyed in one fell swoop, so that they can solve the threat from the west and deal with the Hanhai army in the Far East wholeheartedly. As long as they occupy the thirteen provinces in the Far East, Talin Chuan also has the opportunity to dominate the dynasty and establish supreme hegemony.

"Young Marshal, what are you thinking?" Lin Chuan was stunned and Xia Ge walked from a distance.

Lin Chuan smiled and invited Xia Ge to sit down and talk.

Xia Ge and Lin Chuan were both generals who followed the general Lin Nuoyan. In the blink of an eye, the general died of illness, and Lin Chuan and Xia Ge became superiors and subordinates. The two sides had not sat together and talked for a long time.

"Do you want to have a sip?" Xia Ge asked with a smile when he handed the wine pot to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan looked at the wine pot and said with a smile: "The military regulations are not allowed to drink, but you have violated the military discipline."

"Didn't I drink the celebration wine in advance?" Xia Ge laughed and gave himself another sip of wine.

"Then I will also benefit from it, and take a sip of the celebration wine in advance." Lin Chuan grabbed the wine pot, raised his head and sipped his mouth. The hot feeling came down from his throat, and his whole body became warm.

"You said we have been fighting here for many years. The dynasty has been dead in name only. We are still fighting. When will this end?" Xia Ge looked at Lin Chuan, his eyes full of fatigue.

At that time, they had to take up weapons to fight for the sake of their lives. But now after so many years of fighting, they still cannot live in peace and feel free to live. They also have to take up weapons to fight against invading enemies.

Lin Chuan was also sad. His dream was to build a prosperous society. At that time, the Emperor Long Han hoped to reform from the top to the bottom, so that the people of the dynasty could have clothes and food to eat. In the end, this dream was torn apart by the emperor, and now he could only fight alone.

Lin Chuan patted Xia Ge's shoulder and said, "Good brother, believe me, we won't have to fight in a long time. At that time, we can be a good husband at home and live a good life with our children."

Xia Ge smiled and shook his head: "Then forget it, I would rather stay in the military camp than change my child's diapers."

Lin Chuan and Xia Ge were chatting together and consuming time. They ambushed the Red Turban Army here, waiting for boredom.

"Report to the Young Commander, General Xia, and the Red Turban Army are here." It was not until the evening that the scout came to report to the Red Turban Army that had arrived.

Lin Chuan and Xia Ge stood up and walked to the edge of the forest. Looking up, countless messy red scarf soldiers appeared from the horizon and headed towards the Luoshui River.

A team of scout cavalry from the Red Turban Army searched the forest, but they had no intention of going deep into the forest. They just looked here for a few glances and rushed towards the Luoshui River.

"Mr. Beiwang, the Luoshui River has risen." All the soldiers of the Red Turban Army squeezed by the river, looking at the turbulent river water at a loss, and the only wooden bridge was also demolished.

Wu Tiance rode his horse to the riverside, looked at the waist-deep river water, and was stunned for a while and ordered, "Swim across the river."
Chapter completed!