The news that Zhao Muyun had crushed the Wumu Red Gold Tent spread in all directions at the fastest speed, like thunder with wings.
The first person to receive the letter by carrier pigeon was Zhang Zan, who was stationed in Liangzhou.
When he unfolded the small piece of silk and saw the contents clearly, even though he was a calm person, he couldn't help but stand up suddenly, his fingers trembling with excitement.
He read it over and over again three times, and after confirming that it was correct, he suddenly slammed his fist on the table, shaking the pen and inkstone.
"Great! Great power, Grand Commander! God bless our Liangzhou!"
He immediately summoned all the remaining generals and read out the victory news in public.
For a moment, the hall of the festival hall was filled with thunderous cheers.
The gloom and worries that had been accumulating in everyone's hearts for many days were swept away, and were replaced by immense excitement and pride.
"Immediately copy the victory report and post it throughout the city to inform the military and civilians!"
Zhang Zan's face lit up as he gave the order, "At the same time, send this victory report to Jinyang at an expedited speed of 800 miles and report it to the young Prince of Jin!"
"Tell the elders and fellow villagers of Jinyang that General Zhao has made another extraordinary contribution to our Great Yin!"
The entire Liangzhou city was instantly plunged into a sea of carnival, with people running around to tell each other the news, and morale reached its peak.
After his ecstasy, Zhang Zan quickly calmed down. He knew that the real test might have just begun.
He immediately ordered to strengthen the city defenses and sent out more scouts to closely monitor the movements of Yang Yan and the remnants of Wumuchi who might appear in the north.
The general created a miracle, and he must protect this legacy.
Almost at the same time, Pei Lun, who was skillfully dealing with Wumuchi's main force south of Heidu Mountain, also received the news through secret channels.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Pei Lun said "good" three times in a row, and his usually calm face couldn't help showing excitement.
He patted Shi Yong's shoulder vigorously, "General Shi, did you hear that? General Zhao...he destroyed Wumuchi's lair!"
Shi Yong was also stunned. After a while, he smacked his lips and sighed:
"Oh my goodness... the Grand Commander is truly... truly a master of military strategy! He dared to attack the Tartar lair with only three thousand men, and even took it down! I, Old Shi, am impressed!"
Guo Xiaoti rubbed his hands excitedly:
"Now that Wumuchi's backyard is on fire, how can he still stay here and waste time with us? He must return to rescue us! Our chance has come!"
Pei Lun took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, with a gleam in his eyes:
"That's right! Wumuchi will be in a state of panic when he hears the news! Pass the order, the entire army is on alert, send out more scouts! We must keep a close eye on him! When he retreats, it will be our chance to pursue him and expand our victory!"
He paused and added, "Also send a letter to Captain Tang and Deputy Commander Liu, informing them of the situation here and seeing if they can coordinate their actions to attack Wumuchi from both sides!"
In Ganzhou, when Tang Yanhai received the news, he was watching Liu Hui training his soldiers in the parade ground.
After reading the letter, he was silent for a moment, then laughed out loud, his laughter full of joy and relief.
"Mighty Zhao! What a direct attack!"
He looked around at the generals and soldiers who had been drawn to him by his laughter and said loudly, "Brothers! The Grand Commander-in-Chief has set fire to Wumuchi's Golden Horde Palace in the north! Our army has won a great victory!"
There was silence on the training ground at first, and then deafening cheers broke out.
Yan Ling asked excitedly, "Boss, should we dispatch troops immediately to cooperate with General Pei Lun and intercept Wumuchi?"
Tang Yanhai stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, his eyes sharp. "Sending troops is inevitable. But we can't rush. Although Wumuchi has been defeated, his main force is still there. A trapped beast will still fight, so don't underestimate them."
"We must first consolidate Ganzhou's defenses. At the same time, we will dispatch light cavalry to continuously harass Wumuchi's flanks and logistics, slowing his retreat and buying time for Lord Pei Lun and the main force of our Hedong Army to assemble. In this battle, we must inflict heavy damage on his main force in Longyou!"
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In the Beidi camp north of Heidu Mountain, the atmosphere was as depressing as the calm before the storm.
When the news that the Golden Tent was razed to the ground and the royal court was burned down was brought to Wumuchi by the blood-soaked soldiers who were almost crawling back, this famous Northern Di general, who was known for his bravery, was stunned at first, as if he didn't understand what the other party was saying.
When he finally reacted, an indescribable rage instantly overwhelmed his sanity.
"Ah! Zhao Muyun! I will kill you!"
Wumuchi's eyes were red, like a mad dog. He suddenly drew out his sword and chopped the solid table in front of him into two pieces with one stroke!
The generals in the tent were silent as a cicada, not even daring to breathe.
The symbols he relied on to maintain his tribal rule - the Golden Tent and the royal flag, the wealth he had accumulated over the years, part of his family... everything was gone!
This was not only a military failure, but also a devastating blow to his prestige!
Once the news spreads, those tribes on the westernmost grasslands of Mobei who already have ulterior motives will probably immediately become disloyal!
What’s even worse is that the Right Wise King had high hopes for him, but he disappointed the Right Wise King.
"Assemble! Gather all the troops immediately! Return! Return to the royal court! I will tear Zhao Muyun into pieces!"
Wumuchi roared, his voice hoarse like a wounded beast.
"General, no!"
An older lieutenant bravely advised, "Zhao Muyun's move is intended to lure the enemy away! If our army retreats hastily, Pei Lun's forces will seize the opportunity to pursue us, and the battle in Longyou will be ruined!"
"Besides, the royal court has been lost, and Zhao Muyun may not wait there. Our army may be ambushed by him if we attack from a long distance!"
"So what do you think we should do?"
Wumu Chi turned his head abruptly, staring intently at the deputy general with bloodshot eyes. "Are we going to let Zhao Muyun do whatever he wants in the heart of Northern Di? And let my Golden Tent be burned in vain?"
Under immense pressure, the deputy general said in a deep voice, "General, the most urgent task is to stabilize the morale of the troops and prevent Pei Lun's troops from taking advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack."
"We can first send a group of elite light cavalry north to investigate Zhao Muyun's movements, gather the defeated troops, and stabilize the rear."
"The main force must hold its ground, slowly retreat, and break contact with Pei Lun's forces. As long as the main force is not lost, we still have the capital to make a comeback!"
Wumuchi's chest heaved violently, and his heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent tent.
After all, he was a famous general. After his initial rage, his remaining rationality told him that the deputy general's words were correct.
If they return hastily, not only will they fail to capture Zhao Muyun, but they may also be attacked from both sides by Pei Lun and the possible Tang Yanhai troops, resulting in the annihilation of the entire army.
He clenched his fists tightly for a long time before squeezing out a few words from between his teeth:
"Send the order... The front troops will become the rear troops. Rely on the fortifications and gradually withdraw! Send out all cavalry to block the battlefield and prevent Pei Lun from spying on our forces!"
"Also... order Zhelu to lead 3,000 light cavalry and immediately head north to track down Zhao Muyun. We must find him and detain him! Once my main force returns, we'll settle the score with him!"
This decision was extremely painful, as it meant that he temporarily gave up on immediate revenge and also meant that he admitted the failure of this southward expedition.
But in order to keep the main force, he had to accept the facts.
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