Chapter 76

C76 – Rebel

Upon reaching an accord with Tang Yue, Wang Zizhao experienced a profound sense of relief. His newfound leisure time was dedicated to an exhaustive study of the carriage’s syringes and centrifuges. Occasionally, he would devise innovative ideas to assist Wang Zizhao in case of a mental impasse.

On that particular day, Tang Yue’s intricate sketch of the formidable heavy armor captivated Wang Zizhao so completely that he remained oblivious to the darkening skies.

Inside the carriage, their sole occupants were Tang Yue and Wang Zizhao. As their conversations grew deeper, Wang Zizhao dispensed with the need for attendants.

As the final glimmer of sunlight vanished below the horizon, Wang Zizhao furrowed his brow and inquired, “Tang Yue, do you believe it’s feasible to outfit these heavy armors on horses?”

Tang Yue contemplated this, biting his pen as he crumpled a chaotic white cloth into a ball. An assortment of unproductive sketches lay scattered at his feet. Drawing the centrifuge theory proved far beyond his capabilities.

Straightening up and massaging his aching shoulders, he replied, “Cavalry can be categorized into light and heavy units. Light cavalry offers greater agility and can withdraw swiftly, whereas heavy cavalry wields superior lethality. Whether in offense or defense, they possess an edge over their lighter counterparts.”

“Heavy armor augments a horse’s endurance but diminishes its mobility significantly. It demands both exceptional horse quality and personnel competence. Equipping such a unit is indeed an arduous task.”

“I once pondered constructing an unbeatable army, but neither weaponry nor troops met my expectations.” Wang Zizhao traced his finger over the blueprint’s rudimentary illustration, envisioning its realization. A faint smile graced his lips.

If he could truly succeed, it would undoubtedly result in an invincible armed force!

Tang Yue’s mind drifted to a movie he had watched previously, where heavily armored soldiers effortlessly sliced through their foes like a hot knife through butter. The impact left an indelible impression on anyone who witnessed it.

If he could transform the images on screens into tangible reality, it would undoubtedly be the most awe-inspiring spectacle he had ever encountered in both his lifetimes.

After shedding his worries, Tang Yue found himself unburdened by the “golden finger” matter. As long as he could enjoy a few decades of happiness, the course of his era didn’t concern him anymore.

“It’s easier to train strong soldiers than it is to train strong horses. The bloodline of South Jin’s horses is inferior to North Yue’s. If we can import high-quality horses from North Yue, we can form a cavalry of a thousand men in just a few years.”

Wang Zizhao tapped the window lightly, signaling the team to halt. The passengers inside remained motionless, while those outside had no choice but to wait.

Zhao Sanlang playfully interacted with Ping Shun, occasionally stifling a laugh.

Hu Jinpeng cast a resigned glance at them and couldn’t help but sigh. Given their performance so far, defeating their enemies would be a challenging task. He couldn’t help but imagine how State Duke’s son would handle a carriage, a sight that might amuse Ye City for years.

He reined in his horse about five paces from the carriage and inquired, “Your Highness, should we make camp and bury them?”

A moment of silence hung in the carriage before Wang Zizhao’s slightly raspy voice responded, “Yes.”

Wang Zizhao’s voice had undergone a noticeable change, becoming both soft and hoarse. Tang Yue secretly chuckled and shared some dietary tips to help him regain his strength.Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

Youth was of paramount importance. Tang Yue had missed the prime period for recuperation and had always been frail. Considering Wang Zizhao’s condition, Tang Yue did his utmost to provide the care he needed.

He had once envisioned adopting a son and nurturing him when he found his lover. He had even drawn up detailed plans for each developmental stage.

Noble Heir reclined, attempting to use his body weight to suppress his adversary. Zhao Sanlang discerned his intentions and swiftly delivered a kick to Noble Heir’s rear. Regrettably, this move didn’t send his opponent soaring; instead, it led to a counterattack that resulted in his own fall.

Initially, the surrounding soldiers were mere spectators, quietly observing the spectacle. However, as the atmosphere grew increasingly animated, they couldn’t resist joining in with taunts and jeers.

Their shouts filled the air, urging, “Hurry, exert pressure... Noble Heir, come on...”

On the opposite side, another voice chimed in, “Gongzi Xian, swiftly rise and employ the monkey’s ‘pluck the peach’ technique...”

Tang Yue, sensing the escalating excitement, couldn’t help but add his voice to the chorus. Wang Zizhao, on the sidelines, stood witness to their skirmish.

“Nothing as bizarre as this has ever occurred within my ranks!”

Tang Yue paused briefly before chuckling. “Discipline certainly has its place in the army. However, building the necessary camaraderie is just as crucial. Unity is the most effective means of forging a formidable army.”

“Camaraderie?” Wang Zizhao mumbled to himself, “Aren’t soldiers supposed to be solemn?”

Tang Yue remained oblivious to his murmurs as he retrieved a small drum from the logistics team, rhythmically beating it while singing. “Qiyue Wuyi? Clad in the same attire as his son. Wang Yuxing, mend my spear. In unison with his progeny!

Qiyue Wuyi? The enmity between him and his son. Wang Yuxing Shi, refine my spear and halberd. Aligned with Zi Tongze!

Qiyue Wuyi? Donning identical garments as his son. Wang Yuxing, mend my armor. In harmony with Zi Tongchang!...”

The crowd hushed in an instant, even the two young masters entangled like a knot shifted their attention, fixing their gaze upon Tang Yue.

The drum’s reverberations didn’t elicit excitement in the audience; rather, it felt as if a hand was pounding on their hearts, evoking memories of life-and-death struggles on the battlefield.

The dissonant hum filled the sky above the grassy field, creating a lyrical composition that moved people to tears.

Their minds drifted back to their former comrades, remembering how they had called out to each other, offered mutual support, risked their lives, and even harbored grudges against one another.

Zhao Sanlang released his grip on his own neck and inquired, “Fatty, if we were to face the enemy together on the battlefield one day, would you stand by my side?”

Ping Shun hesitated momentarily, then nodded. “As long as you don’t taunt me, Noble Heir, for being as dense as a pig, I’d be willing to lend a hand.”

Zhao Sanlang clicked his tongue and suddenly landed a punch on Ping Shun’s face. “Chi, with you around, what good would you be for me?”

Ping Shun was provoked by the punch and pressed his knee into Zhao Sanlang’s abdomen.

Zhao Sanlang yelped and quickly rose from the ground, charging at Ping Shun in frustration.

Thus, the intense emotions that had welled up were dissipated by these two young masters who only knew how to jest.

Laughter filled the air, and they continued to channel their enthusiasm into a less intense, playful skirmish.