Chapter 339: The Imperial City
The Jurchen who crossed the Great Wall were annihilated, leaving not a single survivor.
An outcome that should have been impossible.
It is widely accepted that a properly armed army can sufficiently defeat the martial forces of the martial world when engaging in frontal combat on the plains with tens of thousands of troops.
That’s why even the mighty Wuhuang Fortress couldn’t wipe out the remnants, and why the Lion Alliance couldn’t do anything about Nanjing right next door.
But the enemy was not in their right minds. Instinct alone ruled their bodies; strategy, tactics, and the art of collective warfare had long been forgotten.
Then, in the midst of a siege, they were attacked from behind. Unable to muster any real strength, they were annihilated in an instant.
But.
As Trotsky said, ‘You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you’ . Regardless of our intentions… or more precisely, due to the schemes of the Lion Alliance, this war inflicted immense wounds upon us as well.
Countless people in northern Shaanxi were massacred, nearly a hundred thousand refugees were created, and our capital Xi’an, once occupied by the enemy, lost much of its functionality. Surviving this coming winter alone was a problem.
Moreover, our Zhenlong Party, scrambling to prevent the worst from happening, lost three hundred warriors.
Though one might say the casualties were negligible considering they fought against thirty thousand Jurchen tribesmen, the fact remained that a comrade who had guarded their backs had passed away, plunging the Jeonryongdang into a funeral-like atmosphere.
