Yang Yan extended a withered finger and tapped heavily on the Yellow River embankment. His voice was like a voice from hell: "Dig it up and turn the area around the capital and the Prince of Jin's camp into a swamp!"
The air in the tent froze instantly.
Li Jingang's pupils suddenly shrank, his breathing became rapid, and he stood up suddenly, grabbed Yang Yan's collar, and growled:
"Yang Yan, are you crazy? Digging up the Yellow River? How many lives will that cost! Hundreds of miles of fertile land will become a vast ocean! You and I will both become eternal sinners!"
Yang Yan looked at Li Jingang fearlessly, his tone frighteningly calm:
"Your Majesty, those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters! History is written by the victors! If we lose, you and I will still be traitors, and we will die without a burial place!"
"But if we win, conquer the capital, and unify the Central Plains, who would dare to mention what happened today?"
He broke free from Li Jingang's hand and continued to bewitch him, "The Jin King's coalition forces number over 100,000, gathered in the low-lying areas, facing the Yellow River!"
"Although it is winter now and the river is not as turbulent as in summer, once it breaks the dam, its power will still be unstoppable."
"Our army can move its camp to higher ground ahead of time. Once the flood passes, the Jin army will be wiped out!"
"By then, the capital will be empty, and Your Majesty can march straight in and pacify the world."
"Although this plan is ruthless, it is the only chance of survival! If you hesitate, you will suffer the consequences, Your Majesty!"
Li Jingang's face changed constantly and his chest heaved violently.
Digging the dike to release the water has caused great suffering to the people...
The consequences are terrible.
But the smug face of Prince Jin seemed to appear before his eyes again, and he could only sigh in despair when he saw that he had touched Dayin's heart so closely.
The desire for power and the fear of failure eventually overwhelmed his remaining conscience like poison.
He slammed his fist on the table, and the wooden table cracked.
His eyes were bloodshot, revealing a ferocious beast-like glint. "Alright! I'll do as you say! This matter...must be kept absolutely confidential! You will do it yourself! Select your most reliable confidants, and be quick! And be ruthless!"
Yang Yan had a triumphant grin on his face: "Your Majesty is wise! I'll do it right away! I'll make sure Yin Xi and those Jiedushi are dead without a burial place!"
That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong, with a cold wind howling.
A team of black-clad warriors with their faces covered, led by Yang Yan himself, quietly left the camp and sneaked towards the river embankment in the northwest direction.
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