Zhao Muyun listened to the enthusiastic calls for battle from his generals with a smile on his face.
His eyes slowly turned to the huge map hanging on the wall, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, and he fell into deep thought.
Just when everyone thought he was about to give the order to attack, a night guard rushed in with a serious expression. Without even having time to salute, he hurriedly reported:
"Grand Commander! Urgent military information! Xiazhou...Xiazhou is in danger! Yang Yan's nephew Yang Fan is leading 30,000 elite troops from Xijing to launch a fierce attack on Xiazhou!"
"Captain Tong Gu is struggling to hold on and has already requested help from Jinyang!"
This news was like a thunderclap, instantly exploding in the lively meeting room, and all the noises stopped abruptly.
Everyone was stunned, and their eyes focused on Zhao Muyun again.
Zhang Zan was the first to react, shouting urgently, "General Zhao! Yang Yan is cutting off the fire! He dares to attack Xiazhou, just because the war in Longyou is not over and we are unable to take care of other things!"
"We should immediately launch a fierce attack on Yang Yan! As long as we injure him, Yang Fan will surely come to our aid, and the siege of Xiazhou will be lifted! This is the best strategy of besieging Wei to save Zhao!"
"Yes! Besiege Wei to save Zhao!"
"Attack Yang Yan and save Xiazhou!"
The generals once again requested to fight, believing that this was the natural choice.
However, amid the almost one-sided voices, Zhao Muyun slowly raised his hand.
The meeting room fell silent instantly, and all eyes were focused on him.
Zhao Muyun stood up and walked steadily to the big map. His eyes swept across Yang Yan's sphere of influence which was nearby, and across Xiazhou where a fierce battle was going on.
Finally, his finger pointed firmly and forcefully at the top of the map, which was the vast area north of Longyou belonging to the Tatars.
His voice was clear and calm, with an unquestionable determination:
"No, let's not fight Yang Yan yet."
Everyone was stunned, with surprise and confusion written all over their faces.
Zhao Muyun turned around and faced his loyal but confused subordinates, with an expression of immense confidence on his lips:
"Order the entire army to gather their troops, horses, and provisions. Three days from now, march north! Directly attack Wumuchi's lair!"
"What?!"
"Northward?"
"Attack the Tartar's lair?"
There was an uproar in the tent, and everyone was stunned by the coach's imaginative and daring decision!
Instead of attacking Yang Yan, who was right in front of him and had just been defeated by him, he sent his troops on a long expedition deep into the dangerous heartland of Beidi to attack the still powerful Wumuchi?
Zhang Zan couldn't help but step forward, his tone filled with worry. "General! Think again! We're going to penetrate the Northern Di and march a thousand miles. How are we going to ensure our logistics? We're unfamiliar with the terrain. What if we get ambushed? This... this is too risky!"
Zhao Muyun's eyes were burning as he swept across the faces of each general. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a strong persuasive force:
"Everyone! You only see attacking Yang Yan as a strategy of besieging Wei to save Zhao, but have you ever considered this? If we attack Yang Yan, he, having just suffered a defeat, will surely take up a defensive position and avoid fighting! What will be the consequences if the war drags on?"
He didn't wait for an answer, but answered his own question: "The consequence is that it gave Wumuchi a chance to catch his breath, so he could focus on dealing with Pei Lun and Tang Yanhai!"
"It also gives Yang Fan time to act even more recklessly in Xiazhou! We will be dragged into the quagmire in Longyou!"
His finger once again pointed heavily at the location of the Beidi Royal Court, and his tone became passionate:
"But if we go north and attack Wumuchi's vital points! Think about it, when Wumuchi finds out that his hometown has been destroyed by us, will he still have the heart to surround Heidu Mountain, or the courage to stay in Longyou?"
"He will definitely have to rush back to rescue us! By then, the sieges of Heidushan and Ganzhou won't be able to be lifted on their own! We can even wait for him on his way back, set up an ambush, and give him another good beating!"
Zhao Muyun looked around the room, his eyes sharp as a knife, his voice like the beating of a war drum:
"This is the true siege of Wei to save Zhao! But we are not just trying to save Xiazhou! We are trying to save the entire Longyou battle situation!"
"We want to interrupt the Northern Di's attempt to reach into Longyou! We want to fight a war of annihilation that will strike fear into all enemies!"
"As for Xiazhou, I believe Prince Jin and Han Zhong will handle it properly!"
When Zhao Muyun pretended to be dead, Han Zhong took the lead in defending Shuozhou and repelled the siege of the 80,000-strong Uriankhai army.
The 30,000 Xijing troops in Xiazhou are still a little short of the necessary skills!
Seeing that Zhang Zan's generals from Longyou were still hesitating, Zhao Muyun suddenly drew his sword, pointed the tip of the sword directly to the north, and shouted loudly, shaking the roof tiles:
"Everyone! Do you dare to follow me, put aside your worries, give it your all, go to the heart of the Northern Di, perform an unprecedented feat, and carve out a glorious future?!"
After a brief silence, the tent was ignited by this heroic spirit and erupted into a thunderous roar:
"I am willing to follow the Grand Commander!"
"Go straight to the Tartars! Kill them!"
“To achieve great things, start today!”
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At this moment, in the military camp outside Jinyang City.
Below the reviewing stand, a sea of armored soldiers stood solemnly like a forest, the cold light of their weapons reflecting the rising sun.
Yinji was dressed in military uniform with a determined look in his eyes.
He personally handed the tiger talisman, which symbolized military power, to Lin Feng, his voice clear but full of power:
"General Lin, I entrust the lives and property of the millions of soldiers and civilians in Hedong, as well as the peace on the Western Front, to you!"
"Tong Gu of Xiazhou is a loyal and brave general. He and his thousands of soldiers are the best men of our Dayin! I hope the general will send reinforcements quickly to repel the invaders and enhance the prestige of our Jinyang army!"
Lin Feng knelt on one knee and took the tiger talisman with both hands above his head, and the armor and leaves clanged.
He raised his head, his eyes like torches, his voice like a bell, and every word struck the heart of everyone present:
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