"Prince, a report from West-Hill." In the tent, a soldier hurried in, presented a letter with both hands, and then left.
Jhennam Of Gojoseon opened the letter and read it. His face, which had not been clear for more than half a month, was gloomy. The soldiers gathered in the tent quickly asked, "Prince, what happened in West-Hill?" Jhennam Of Gojoseon frowned and said lightly, "Zhu Yan and Long Yang died in battle, and Tengfeng is trapped in Feng City."
Everyone was in an uproar. Zhu Yan and Long Yang were not ordinary people. Before Lei Zhenting, they were the most famous generals in West-Hill. They also belonged to the era of Long Yang and Zhu Yan, and represented the most powerful period of the Xiling Army. Even Lei Zhenting, who was known as the War God of West-Hill, had to admit that after losing Zhu Yan and others, the strength of the Xiling Army had declined. After all, no matter how powerful Lei Zhenting was, he was only one person. He had to command the Xiling Army and take care of political affairs. And people often could not take care of everything.
But now, in less than a month, West-Hill had already lost four or five cities, and even lost two famous generals. How powerful was the Mohist army, or Mo Xiuyao, exactly?
"How is this possible? Mo Xiuyao took Bian City in less than ten days? "Someone exclaimed.
Lei Zhenting said in a low voice, "To be precise, it was six days. In six days, not only did he take Bian City, but he also annihilated the hundreds of thousands of troops that Zhu Yan hid near Bian City." Although Lei Zhenting was also shocked and angry that Zhu Yan hid hundreds of thousands of troops, now Zhu Yan's men were dead, and the Jingguo Army was wiped out. There was no point in talking about it.
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"Prince, what should we do now? Prince … "Everything else was easy to deal with, but Lei Tengfeng was trapped in Feng City, which was a big problem. Save him? Who should he send to save him? Jhennam Of Gojoseon only had one son, Lei Tengfeng. How could he not save him?
Lei Zhenting sucked in a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Immediately dispatch the gold-clothed guards. No matter what, bring Tengfeng out of Feng City!"
"Prince, Feng City …" the general asked cautiously. Lei Zhenting lowered his eyes and clenched his fists under the table. He said in a deep voice, "We can't care about that now. Tomorrow morning, we will turn around and lead our troops south!"
"Prince! Then the West-Hill … "After all, they were all generals of the West-Hill. It was impossible for them to remain indifferent when they knew that the West-Hill might be occupied by the Mohist army. They looked at Lei Zhenting with a troubled expression. Lei Zhenting frowned and said in a deep voice, "We have been tricked by Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao cannot attack the Da Chu State. That is why he led us to attack the Da Chu State while he took the opportunity to attack the West-Hill. We can't go back now. Once we are entangled with Lu Jinxian's army for too long, Murong Shen and the Da Chu State troops behind him will pounce on us and surround us from three sides. When that happens, it is unknown how many of us will be able to return to the West-Hill. "
Everyone's expression turned ugly. "Prince, what should we do?"
Lei Zhenting said indifferently, "Since we can't go back, then … we have to go forward. We have to go all the way south and conquer the south of the Da Chu State. Now that Murong Shen is going north, we can go south and avoid him. At that time, the worst case scenario would be us defending the Yun Lan River and ruling with the Da Chu State. In the short term … the Da Chu State does not have the ability to go south and fight with us. The Northern Region and the Northern Tribes in the north are enough to keep them busy. In addition, Mo Xiuyao will not be able to take over all the land in the West-Hill in the short term. At most … he will withdraw his troops when we reach the capital. At that time, we will still be able to coordinate with the West-Hill. If … Tengfeng can control the situation in the West-Hill … "
Everyone was silent. No one asked what would happen if the Crown Prince could not control the situation.
At least Lei Zhenting had given them a seemingly good way out. Occupying the Jiangnan of the Da Chu State, that rich and populous land was something they had dreamed of obtaining. It was also the reason why they had been in constant conflict with the Da Chu State for the past hundred years. They were clearly of the same origin. Why should the Da Chu State have such a prosperous and populous land, while they could only suffer the cold wind and dust in the northwest?
Everyone exchanged glances and whispered for a moment. Finally, they said in unison, "We obey the Prince's orders."
Lei Zhenting nodded in satisfaction. Although he had accidentally fallen into Mo Xiuyao's trap this time, he knew in his heart that even if he had to do it again, he would still choose to do the same. With Mo Xiuyao and the Mohist army in the northwest, they could only take risks if they wanted to change the previous situation. And the land in the West-Hill was too barren compared to the Da Chu State.
"Now, Deputy General, I will give you 300,000 soldiers and horses. Go north and join forces with the Northern Tribes to attack the Feihong Pass! The rest of you will follow I to the south! "After organizing his thoughts, Lei Zhenting quickly issued the order.
The Deputy General was stunned and said with some confusion, "Prince, if we provoke the Prince Ding Mansion now, isn't it a little …"
Lei Zhenting snorted softly and said, "Don't worry. We don't really need to break through Feihong Pass. We just need to make it look like we are attacking by force. After I lead the troops to the south, don't let Lu Jinxian have the time to come and cause trouble for I! " The Deputy General then understood Lei Zhenting's thoughts. He couldn't help but ask, "If we attack Feihong Pass, will Lu Jinxian come back to help? If so, we can break through the blockade of the Mohist army and go back to the West-Hill to help? "
Lei Zhenting shook his head and said, "Lu Jinxian is not that stupid. If we go back to the West-Hill, he will only stop us at all costs. But if we go south … In his opinion, the northwest is much more important than Jiangnan, which belongs to Mo Jingli. "
The Deputy General surrendered. "Prince is wise. I did not think it through. I accept the order. "
Lei Zhenting nodded and said, "Go. Remember not to act rashly. I have already sent people to contact the general of the Northern Tribes. There should be news soon. After the Northern Tribes and the northwest Mohist army start fighting, you can act according to the situation. "
"I accept the order."
After dismissing the generals, Lei Zhenting looked at the northwest in a daze. After a long time, he sneered and said, "Mo Xiuyao, this time you have won half a round. But after I take Jiangnan … "
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