Outside Wu Zhou City, the Tatar camp.
The Tatar commander who stayed behind in the camp was named Bater, who was Wuliangha's deputy. He was brave but lacked strategy.
He was commanding the more than 30,000 people who stayed behind to fight fiercely with the troops of Han Zhong and Lin Feng who were coming from Shuozhou and Weizhou.
Han Zhong was calm and composed, and commanded with discretion, while Zhong Meng and Shi Yong were even more unstoppable.
Five thousand elite troops from Shuozhou were like tigers descending from the mountains, repeatedly attacking the southwest corner of the Tatar camp.
Lin Feng's two thousand Weizhou troops also continued to exert pressure from the east.
Bater fought with great difficulty and could only hold on by relying on the camp fortifications.
"Hurry! Send more fast horses! Ask for help from Lord Wuliangha! The Yin army's attack is too fierce!" Bater shouted anxiously.
However, what he waited for was not reinforcements, but the news that the Wuliangha had suffered a crushing defeat at Zangmapo and was fleeing towards Wu Zhou in a panic!
"What? Lord Wuliangha was defeated? An army of 30,000... was... just defeated like that?"
When Bater received the news, he was struck by lightning, his face instantly pale as paper, "Zhao Muyun... that devil is still alive?"
This news was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The entire Tatar camp was suddenly in panic and morale plummeted.
"Quick! Gather the troops! Reinforce the camp! Wait for Lord Wuliangha to return!"
Bater was panicked and no longer wanted to leave the camp to fight. He only thought about how to hold on and wait for help and join up with the remaining Uriankhai troops.
But Zhao Muyun would not give him this opportunity.
The next day, the main force of the coalition arrived outside Wuzhou City and successfully joined forces with Han Zhong and Lin Feng's troops!
The coalition forces gained great momentum, with a total strength of nearly 50,000, forming an absolute encirclement of Bater's troops who were hiding in the camp.
The remaining Wuliangha troops were blocked to the other side and it was difficult for them to reunite with Bater.
Zhao Muyun ordered all units to set up camp, build siege equipment, and send small troops to harass the Tatar camp day and night in an attempt to tire out the enemy.
At the same time, we are also looking for the best time to launch a general attack.
Under the city of Wu Zhou, war clouds are gathering, and a larger and more difficult siege is about to break out.
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Jinzhou, the main camp of the Jin King’s central army.
Prince Jin Yinxi's focus had long since shifted from the Xinzhou battle to the shocking news that had just arrived:
The capital fell, the retired emperor Yongchang died, and the emperor Yinzhao fled the city!
"Waste! Yin Zhao is a waste! Idiot!"
Yin Xi was furious in the study, smashing precious porcelain all over the floor. "It's only been a few days since you ascended the throne? And you've already lost the country and land of our ancestors! You even pissed off our father to death! You're so incompetent! So foolish!"
He cried bitterly, half out of grief and indignation over the destruction of the ancestral temple, and the other half out of pain mixed with ambition.
This huge empire should have been saved and even controlled by him, but now it has become so fragmented!
At this moment, his trusted spy brought him another piece of news that was even more shocking:
"Your Highness, a spy has come to report that they've found... found the Crown Prince's whereabouts!"
"It seems he escaped the pursuit of the Tartars under the protection of a group of mysterious masters. He just crossed the Yellow River and entered the Hedong area. His current whereabouts are unknown!"
"What? He fled to Hedong? Is he trying to find Zhao Muyun?"
Yin Xi suddenly stopped crying, a flash of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and then was replaced by endless calculations.
He immediately dismissed his attendants and only kept a few of the most core advisers.
"Hey everyone, this is getting interesting."
The tears on Yin Xi's face were still wet, but a cold smile had already appeared on the corner of his mouth. "My good elder brother has become a stray dog and has escaped to my territory."
"How do you think we should entertain His Majesty?"
A glint flashed in the eyes of one of the counselors: "Your Highness, this is a heaven-sent opportunity! If we can invite His Majesty, we can use the Emperor to command the other princes, and it will be legitimate!"
"Whether His Majesty unites the forces of all parties to resist the Di or goes further, he will have the full right to do so!"
Another counselor said cautiously, "Your Majesty, you must handle this with caution. Your Majesty must be surrounded by capable guards, and his status is special. If you forcibly detain him, you may cause criticism."
"It would be better to first 'respectfully' welcome him to Jinzhou, 'protect' him, and then slowly make plans."
Yin Xi twirled his beard, pondered in silence, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.
Although Yin Zhao's arrival disrupted his steps, it also brought huge opportunities and risks.
But he didn't know that another bigger "surprise" was waiting for him at the foot of Wu Zhou City.
Zhao Muyun, who had died long ago, was not only alive, but had just won a brilliant victory and was about to become the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces integrating the various forces in Hedong.
This news will soon reach the ears of King Jin.
At that time, it would be unknown what the King of Jin was thinking.
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The capital city has now completely turned into hell.
Zuo Xian Wang Wushu fulfilled his "promise" - not to put down his sword for three days.
The Tartar soldiers burned, killed, looted, raped women, and committed all kinds of evil.
The flames rising into the sky reflected countless tragic scenes.
The magnificent palaces, bustling streets, and century-old academies... were all reduced to ruins in the raging fire.
After completely draining the capital's wealth, Zuo Xian Wang ordered an evacuation.
Carts and wagons were loaded with countless looted gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, books and classics, as well as thousands of abducted royal family members, clan women, daughters of officials, and craftsmen and artists.
There were also more than 100,000 young and middle-aged civilians who were tied up with ropes like animals and driven towards the north crying. A tragic fate of slavery awaited them.
Before leaving, Zuo Xian Wang supported the Prime Minister Gu Dingming, who had secretly defected to the King of Qi, as the "King of Qi", establishing a complete puppet regime.
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