"What? Okoto was beheaded, and nearly a thousand men were wiped out?"
"It's only been two months, how could Zhao Muyun be so powerful?"
In the Tartar camp outside Weizhou City, King Zhelan threw the cup in his hand to the ground when he heard the news.
A bronze-armored Tartar and several of his followers knelt on the ground and trembled.
They had escaped from the Yinzhou battlefield and were reporting the news.
"Your Majesty, calm down!"
Everyone in the big tent was as quiet as a cicada. After a long while, Hu Yan Gu stepped forward and said,
"I remember when I was negotiating with Zhao Muyun in Zishui River Valley two months ago, his troops were just like this."
"Even if Zhao Muyun's troops become stronger after two months, they won't be much stronger!"
"Okoto must have underestimated the enemy."
King Zhelan's face was gloomy. If looks could kill, the kneeling man would have bled to death on the spot.
Although he had defeated Pei Lun in Weizhou over the past two months and lost more than half of his troops, he was blocked at the gates of Weizhou.
This is exactly the same situation he experienced in Shuozhou.
Having learned from the previous experience, King Zhelan sent his family with the army to avoid being attacked from behind by Zhao Muyun again.
When he received information that Zhao Muyun was building a city and recruiting soldiers in Yinzhou, he was worried that Zhao Muyun would be detrimental to the grassland, so he asked Ogeduo to deal with Zhao Muyun.
But who would have thought that the result for Ogeduo would be like this.
A thousand soldiers were gone just like that, how could King Zhelan not be shocked.
"After this battle with Zhao Muyun, the threat to us has become even greater!"
"His existence is like a wild wolf lying beside us, ready to bite us at any time!"
"Tell me, what should we do?"
King Zhelan had an idea in his mind, and he deliberately asked the captains present.
However, the Tartar captains were not at all concerned about Ogeduo Tuo's death.
The death of Ogeduo and his soldiers meant that his family and grassland territory could be redistributed again.
They had already tasted the sweetness of the last time they divided Timur.
This time I can get a lot.
I heard that Ogwonto’s wife is quite pretty!
"Your Majesty, the surrounding cities have been looted, leaving only Weizhou! We have been besieging it for two months, and we only need one final blow to break it! Therefore, we must take Weizhou first, stealing food, money, and women."
A thousand-man commander shouted.
"Yes, Yinzhou Prefecture has just been rebuilt and is not a threat. As long as we conquer Weizhou first, plunder it, and get food and silver, we can return to the grasslands and attack Yinzhou."
Another person echoed.
"That's right. We've already plundered Yinzhou Prefecture once. What else can Zhao Muyun do in the ruins? He only has a thousand or so soldiers at most. If we send out two or three thousand cavalry, it should be easy to take it down."
The other captains also expressed their intention to ignore Zhao Muyun for the time being.
Compared to the fat meat right in front of him, Yinzhou Prefecture was like chicken ribs.
If we send troops to attack Yinzhou now, no captain would be willing to do so.
"Since everyone agrees, let's take Weizhou first, grab the money, food, and women, and then return to the grassland."
King Zhelan looked around and knew what everyone was thinking.
"Your Majesty is wise!"
A group of thousand captains shouted loudly.
"Tomorrow morning, attack the city with all your might. Don't slack off!"
"Yes, sir."
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In Jinyang City, the Jiedushi's residence.
Pei Lun picked up the military intelligence reports from various prefectures in Hedong and read them with a headache.
More than 10,000 soldiers from ten Zhechoufu were trapped in Weizhou City by the Tartars, and their food and fodder were about to run out.
When he sent Yinji to Yinzhou to take up his post, Weizhou was still fighting fiercely with the Tartars, with both sides engaged in back and forth exchanges.
After Pei Lun inspected the situation for a while, he believed that the Tartars would withdraw their troops as long as the weather got warmer.
However, soon after Pei Lun turned around and left Weizhou and returned to Jinyang, the situation on the battlefield began to reverse.
The Tatars gradually gained the upper hand, successively capturing cities north of Weizhou and looting them.
The Dayin soldiers who were fighting against the Tartars did not dare to leave the city to fight in the field, so they could only defend the city and wait for rescue.
The Tatar troops did not need to surround the city tightly, they only needed to station near the main roads outside the city.
However, they learned the lesson from the Shuozhou battle and would not give up until they captured Weizhou this time.
Seeing this situation, Pei Lun had no choice but to dispatch troops from other prefectures in Hedong Road to rescue the situation.
However, Hedong Road experienced two major battles, and 10,000 soldiers died before and after the Battle of Shuozhou alone.
In the past two months, two or three people were killed in the fierce fighting in Weizhou.
Hedong was seriously short of troops, so Pei Lun had to ask the court for help.
The imperial court had neither money nor manpower, so it authorized Pei Lun to recruit soldiers on his own in Hedong.
But now Pei Lun, even if he temporarily recruited new soldiers, could not deal with King Zhelan's 5,000-strong army.
Giving up Weizhou means leaving the 10,000 soldiers in the city to fend for themselves.
Pei Lun was in a depressed mood, with a gloomy face.
If he lost Weizhou this time and lost tens of thousands of soldiers, his fate would not be much better than Fan Nan's!
"Sir, a great victory in Yinzhou Prefecture!"
Just then, a man came running in with a battle report, his voice full of excitement and excitement.
Pei Lun's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up, grabbed the battle report and quickly glanced at it.
"Prince Yin and Zhao Muyun worked together to kill a silver-armored Tartar?"
"Six hundred casualties, three hundred prisoners, five hundred war horses..."
Pei Lun swallowed his saliva and rubbed his eyes hard, unable to believe that this was true.
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