Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1662 - 384: The Army Attacks the Mountain, the Dragon King Arrives!

Tuotuo's mission employed a two-pronged tactic. One path saw the court's three armies—Treasure Elephant, White Deer, and Grey Wolf—launching a direct assault on the Zoroastrian Sect for a fierce frontal clash. The aim was straightforward: strike down the top leaders and core troops of the Zoroastrian Sect’s Five Elements Flag.

The alternate plan called for the Six Great Sects to slip through a narrow trail from the Zoroastrian Sect's rear mountain, looping around to scale Bright Peak outright and seize the Zoroastrian Sect’s Sect Hierarch, Little Ming King, holding position at the summit.

This merged two cunning maneuvers: first, drawing foes from their lair, and second, snatching the chief to shatter the entire group!

One could call this scheme downright vicious. Victory for Tuotuo’s ploy would crush the Zoroastrian Sect's morale across the board.

The sect's internal views on Little Ming King’s status don't matter; what's key is his role as Han Shantong's son with pure bloodline. Even if the sect rejects him, the outside world embraces Little Ming King fully.

Regardless of outcomes, even without taking Bright Peak, grabbing Little Ming King alone secures half the triumph.

Han Shantong's hard-won unity would vanish into thin air.

Such was the vital aim behind Tuotuo’s operation.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Tuotuo noticed an official rushing up post-departure of the Six Great Sects, speaking to him: "Lord Prime Minister, relying solely on the Six Great Sects feels unreliable. Why not dispatch a couple of elite experts too?"

Tuotuo shook his head, replying, "No need. The Six Great Sects suffice. We can't spare our top fighters. The enemy knows some of our strength already. Sending elites would tip them off instantly. But these peripheral Six Great Sects? They barely stir notice, since all see them as mere cannon fodder this round."

The Six Great Sects were truly just extras in this assault, recognized by both court and Zoroastrian Sect alike.

For this offensive, the Six Great Sects fielded only minor leaders from the Molten Furnace Upper Realm, sparing their vital inner circle and those mythic Melt God Realm masters.

Take Gu Hongzi of Emei Sect, the Tang Sect Master, Kunlun's Mr. Tie Jian, Shaolin's Master Kudu, Five Mountains Sword Alliance's Senior Feng, and Wudang's immortal legend, Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng stepping in? Bright Peak would pack up and flee by dawn. Doubting that would insult this living deity.

Hence, neither faction ever viewed the Six Great Sects as real threats, letting them pop up anywhere on the field without consequence.

Tuotuo pondered further, then caught booming drums from the Central Army. Moments later, a sharp cow horn blared.

That haunting horn echo swept through, rattling the whole battlefield.

Woo woo woo...

The cow horn's call spurred the court's three armies into formation, turning the lands under Bright Peak into a symphony of tactical brilliance as each force unleashed its prowess.

A frosty aura cloaked the Grey Wolf Army as they swiftly assembled, every soldier in leather armor gripping long blades and shields, their elite prowess on full display.

Leading the Grey Wolf Army's Strike Commander, King Qi Li Siqi, spurred his mount ahead, unsheathing his long knife to thrust it forth: "Form up, charge!"

"Charge!"

The whole force roared in unison, "Charge!"

Like a tidal wave crashing onward, the army surged ahead relentlessly.

They fused into a vast blue tide, radiating an aura of inescapable doom.

Meanwhile, the White Deer Army mustered, troops in armor clutching long spears, arrayed in perfect battle lines.

Ruyang King Chaghan Timur, White Deer Army Commander, hoisted his long-handled saber high and slashed the air: "Forward march."

The full army thrust ahead without delay.

Thump thump thump!

Drums pounded in rhythm, and right then, White Deer and Grey Wolf Armies parted ways, exposing the center where massive figures lumbered into view.

All eyes turned to five armored behemoth elephants striding like divine guardians. Each carried a howdah atop, with the Treasure Elephant Army's four commanders riding there—the vanguard led by chief Boluo Timur.

Trailing the Treasure Elephant Army came handpicked national elites, all towering and muscled. These fighters donned light half-plate armor, shielding only key spots.

In their grasp swung twin massive maces, shaped like elephant tusks.

Treasure Elephant Army soldiers' standard gear is called the Mother-child Mace, featuring one long and one short version—the longer weighing twenty-eight jin, the shorter eighteen jin.

Offense falls to the long mace, defense to the short one.

Could twenty-eight jin possibly be too light? That notion spells disaster. Battlefield tools like these demand swinging for one or two hours straight; anything heavier would wear out any warrior.

Only elite generals might handle more, but such powerhouses are rare indeed.

Hence, twenty-eight jin counts as hefty. Regular soldier blades tip at seven or eight jin, often just three to five.

Likewise, spears with waxwood shafts and iron tips come in at eight or nine jin, weight spread along the shaft. No battlefield weapon packs excessive heft.

Overburdened arms fail in combat.

Warriors of the Treasure Elephant Army swing maces past thirty jin to smash foes, earning them elite status in Jianghu.

Donning half-armor, military boots, and gripping Mother-child Maces, they marched in sync with the elephants.

Every step showed flawless teamwork between men and beasts. Chen Jie, witnessing this, would likely hail it as Huaxia's first infantry-elephant synergy!