"Mo Xiuyao! What a good Mo Xiuyao … "Lei Zhenting said through gritted teeth.
"Prince, are we just going to …" The general below said with righteous indignation. What about it? Were they going to ignore the Western Tomb and continue to attack the Da Chu State? That was clearly impossible. But were they going to give up on the Da Chu State's territory and return? How could they be willing to do that?
Someone said hesitantly, "The Crown Prince is guarding the Imperial City. Perhaps he can stop the Mohist army's attack. We'll send a portion of our forces back to reinforce … "As he said this, his voice trailed off. Although their military strength far exceeded the Mohist army's, if they were to send half of their forces back, they would first have to pass through the four hundred thousand Mohist army's blockade. Only then would they be able to face Mo Xiuyao's elites. Not to mention how many people would be left at this time, just how much of an effect these people would have against Mo Xiuyao's army was already worrying.
The room was silent for a long time before Lei Zhenting's voice sounded, "Deputy General, I will leave you three hundred thousand men. Continue to attack Eastern Chu. Do not advance prematurely. "
Sitting next to the army's deputy, who was also Lei Zhenting's trusted aide, stood up and said in a clear voice, "This subordinate obeys. Prince, please be at ease." Lei Zhenting nodded and said, "I will lead the remaining people back to the Western Tomb as quickly as possible. I hope we can still make it … "
Everyone wanted to comfort the Prince that he didn't need to worry too much. Mo Xiuyao wouldn't be able to reach the Emperor Of Xiling's city in a short ten days. But seeing their Prince's tired expression, they couldn't bring themselves to say any words of comfort. Lei Zhenting waved his hand and said, "You can all withdraw."
"This subordinate will withdraw." The generals retreated respectfully. In the empty room, Lei Zhenting sat alone under the dim light. After a long time, he waved his hand and swept all the files and teacups off the table onto the floor. "Mo Xiuyao!"
It was just as Lei Zhenting had predicted. Or rather, the Mohist army had repeated the scene when the West-Hill attacked the Da Chu State a few years ago. In just half a month, the 400,000 Mohist army had already taken down four cities in West-Hill and advanced to Bian City in the hinterland of West-Hill. This city was second only to the Emperor Xiling's City in Xiling. It was even more prosperous than An City, which was originally occupied by the Murong family. This was because this was the only way to get to Glass City and even the Central Plains. The liveliness and prosperity of this place went without saying. More importantly, although the West-Hill was vast, most of the areas were not suitable for growing food. Of the few remaining places that could produce food, half of them were near Bian City. There was also the Longshan Academy, which was one of the three great academies in the world and was as famous as Lishan Academy. It was located on Longshan, east of Bian City.
Such an important place naturally couldn't be compared to others. When the Mohist army arrived, Lei Tengfeng, who was originally in the Imperial City, had also led 300,000 troops to Bian City. Thus, the two armies faced off for the first time in Bian City. The previous few battles could only be considered a one-sided suppression by the Mohist army. Lei Tengfeng had led his troops all the way to Bian City and was extremely tired. The Mohist army had continuously fought and marched for more than 20 days and were also exhausted. Thus, Mo Xiuyao gave the order to set up camp outside Bian City and rest for a while before beginning the siege.
In the large tent of the Mohist army, all the generals were in high spirits. The consecutive victories made them excited but also a little unsatisfied. Thus, when Mo Xiuyao gave the order to stop the siege, many people couldn't hold back and came forward to ask for battle.
Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li sat side by side on the main seat of the tent. They leaned against the armrest and looked with half a smile at the people who were arguing about who should attack first. Feng Zhiyao lazily sat on the chair and looked at them arguing with a smile. He picked his ear and looked at Mo Xiuyao. "Prince, you should say something. Otherwise, we'll really start fighting." Hearing this, the people arguing immediately stopped. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Mo Xiuyao.
Mo Xiuyao said unhurriedly, "Didn't I say it already? Set up camp and rest. We'll attack again tomorrow. "
Yun Ting didn't understand. "But Prince, Lei Tengfeng's 300,000 reinforcements have already arrived. Shouldn't we take advantage of the fact that they're tired and unprepared? "
Mo Xiuyao glanced at him and said lightly, "They're tired, but we're even more tired than they are. Do you all think that we've been fighting too smoothly, so the West-Hill can't withstand a single blow? Don't forget, in the last decade or two, the West-Hill has always had the upper hand in the battle between the West-Hill and the Da Chu State. "
Isn't that because the Mohist army didn't participate in the battle? Some people muttered in their hearts.
Mo Xiuyao said carelessly, "The reason why we've been winning so smoothly these days is because of two reasons. One is because Lei Zhenting sent most of his elites to attack the Da Chu State. Another is because we caught them off guard and they couldn't react in time. Although the West-Hill often invades other people's borders, they haven't fought in their own land for many years. Their weaknesses are very similar to the Mohist army. They're good at attacking and not good at defending. I can tell you all very seriously that our battle really began in Bian City. "
Lu Jinxian frowned. "Prince is overestimating Lei Tengfeng."
"Prince isn't overestimating Lei Tengfeng." Ye Li, who had been listening to them in silence, said, "Bian City is the largest city in the West-Hill besides the Imperial City. It can be said that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers here. "
Hidden dragons and crouching tigers? Everyone looked at each other. They really hadn't heard of any important people in the West-Hill.
Ye Li smiled and shook his head. "There were three famous generals in the West-Hill before Jhennam Of Gojoseon. Has anyone here heard of them?"
Everyone present was a general. Naturally, most of them knew this like the back of their hand. Yun Ting said in a deep voice, "Reporting to Wangfei, the three famous generals of Xiling are Xiling Fengtian Great General Long Yang, Xiling Jingtian Great General Zhu Yan, and Xiling Shuntian Great General Feng Ao. These three people are said to be the best friends of the former Emperor of the West-Hill, Emperor Xuanwen. After Emperor Xuanwen ascended the throne, he opened up the territory for him and fought everywhere. During Emperor Xuanwen's reign, the territory of the West-Hill expanded to the west, nearly one-third of the original territory. But only Zhu Yan had fought with the Emperor Xuanwen. One of them tied and the other lost. The other two have always been in the west and north. After the Emperor Of Xiling ascended the throne, he was under the control of his younger brother, Jhennam Of Gojoseon. But these three generals were loyal to Emperor Xuanwen and to the Emperor Of Xiling chosen by Emperor Xuanwen, so they didn't get along with Jhennam Of Gojoseon. They were stripped of their military power by Jhennam Of Gojoseon. This was … twenty years ago. "
The others also nodded. What they knew was mostly the same as what Yun Ting said. The youngest of the three generals should be seventy years old now. No one knew if he was still alive. Even if he was, it was impossible for him to fight on the battlefield.
Ye Li smiled faintly. "Unfortunately, two of the three generals are now in Bian City. Fengtian General Long Yang and Jingtian General Zhu Yan. "
Everyone was silent.
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