Long Yang and Zhu Yan sighed and said, "Find out as soon as possible whether Mo Xiuyao and Lu Jinxian are still in the Mohist army camp!" Not to mention Lei Tengfeng, even they couldn't figure out what Mo Xiuyao wanted to do. If Mo Xiuyao had time to slowly confront them, it was impossible. Even if the Mohist army won all the battles along the way, this was still the land of West-Hill. Once the war dragged on for a long time, not to mention Lei Zhenting's troops, other reinforcements from other places would gradually come. At that time, the Mohist army would be surrounded by millions of Xiling Army.
Therefore, the Mohist army could not afford to delay time. It was also impossible to say that there was any other shortcut. Zhu Yan had lived in Bian City for more than 20 years, and no one knew the scenery around Bian City better than him. Bian City was surrounded by flat land, and there was a moat outside the city. There was no other way except for a frontal attack, and it was even more impossible to bypass Bian City. Bian City was located on the east and west main roads. If the Mohist army did not take Bian City, even if they bypassed it, their military supplies would be cut off at any time.
Lei Tengfeng felt a chill in his heart and quickly responded, "Yes, I will immediately send people to check."
Waving his hand to let everyone retreat, Zhu Yan sighed tiredly and said, "I'm old, I'm old …" Long Yang looked at him and smiled, "How about it? How does Mo Xiuyao compare with Mo Liufang? " Zhu Yan shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. At least Mo Xiuyao's ability to hide his intentions is better than his father's. At that time, I could at least guess Mo Xiuyao's thoughts, but now … I really don't understand what Mo Xiuyao wants to do. Really, I have to admit that I'm old. "When he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little more miserable. Wasn't it the saddest thing in the world for a general to have white hair and old beauty?
Hearing this, Long Yang couldn't help but feel sad. If it was the young Long Yang, he definitely wouldn't be sitting here and chatting. Back then, he was the God of Slaughter of the Western Regions, and he was always good at taking the initiative to attack instead of passively defending a city. But now, could they still mount their warhorses?
"Old Dragon, can we … defend Bian City?" He raised his eyes and looked down at the city, looking through the battlements into the distance. In the distance, a dark mass of banners was fluttering in the wind. The murderous aura was oppressive. Although the young people who were clamoring at the city gate were immature, they were full of vigor and fighting spirit that they didn't have. If the two sides were not opposing each other, he could not help but praise such an elite army. For the first time in his life, Zhu Yan asked with uncertainty.
Long Yang smiled faintly and said: "Loyalty in life, loyalty in death. He would do his best. Zhu Yan, this is the first time I've heard that you have no confidence. "
Zhu Yan shook his head and said with a wry smile, "It's probably because I haven't been on the battlefield for too many years. Well … it's enough to be able to fight with the descendants of the Prince Ding Mansion in my lifetime. "
"Don't be so discouraged. Don't think that I don't know that you still have an elite army hidden in your hands. Even if Bian City can't be defended, those people are enough to make the Mohist army suffer. "Long Yang glanced at him and said lightly. After Zhu Yan was stripped of his military power, he didn't live in seclusion in the mountains like him, nor did he disappear like Feng Ao. Instead, he chose to settle down in a bustling place like Bian City, even at the risk of being monitored by Zhennan Palace. It was because he still had an elite army in his hands that others didn't know about. Even Jhennan Of Gojoseon didn't know about it, but Long Yang, who had a close friendship with Emperor Xuanwen like Zhu Yan, knew about it. Because when Emperor Xuanwen gave this elite army to Zhu Yan, he was next to him. The most important responsibility of this elite army was to guard against the Prince Ding Mansion. The late Emperor was far-sighted. Except for the fact that he couldn't choose an excellent heir, everything about him was enough to be admired.
Zhu Yan was stunned, and his white eyebrows gradually wrinkled. Suddenly, he said in a deep voice, "Oh no!"
"What?" Long Yang didn't understand.
Zhu Yan said, "The Prince Ding Mansion must have known about the existence of that elite army!"
"How?" Long Yang couldn't help but become serious. This elite army could be said to be the most secretive army in West-Hill. Even Jhennan Of Gojoseon, who always monitored Zhu Yan, didn't know about it. How could the Prince Ding Mansion know about it? Zhu Yan closed his eyes and said, "The Mohist army's attack on West-Hill is definitely not accidental. I'm afraid that Mo Xiuyao has already calculated it. If he had already made up his mind, why didn't he send someone to secretly investigate? "
"You mean …"
"Six years ago, you and I both thought that Prince Ding would attack West-Hill, but in the end, nothing happened."
Long Yang's expression changed and said, "You mean, since then, Mo Xiuyao has already been calculating how to take West-Hill. At that time, he stopped just because he wasn't ready? "
Zhu Yan nodded and sighed, "Now, he is ready. Even Lei Tengfeng didn't know you were in Bian City before he came, but you just heard it? Those young people even scolded you. It shows that they already knew you were in Bian City. "
Long Yang's wrinkled face was a little paler. "Mo Xiuyao didn't intend to attack Bian City at all. He's only surrounding Bian City because he wants to eliminate your elite troops first! "
"Obviously so."
"Then now …"
Zhu Yan shook his head and said, "Now you and I can't go out. We can only resign ourselves to fate."
The room was silent for a moment. Long Yang suddenly slammed the table and said angrily, "Resign ourselves to fate my ass! I've been fighting all my life. If I resigned myself to fate, I would have died long ago! Mo Xiuyao wants to trap us first? I'd like to see who can be trapped by those guys?! I don't believe that … a mere 400,000 troops can be used as one million! " The Mohist army only had 400,000 soldiers and horses no matter how elite they were. Bian City now had 500,000 soldiers and horses, plus more than 100,000 elite soldiers in secret. Their strength was far more than the Mohist army. If they were still trapped in Bian City, they might as well take a sword and slit their own throats!
Zhu Yan's eyes flashed. "You're right. Come, ask Prince Jhennam Of Gojoseon to come here!"
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