At this moment, Yang Yan was in the camp of Xiaoguan.
The desk was piled with information about the battle situation in Longyou and the confrontation in Xiazhou.
Yang Yan rubbed his eyebrows, feeling tired and under unprecedented pressure.
Zhao Muyun's success was like a loud slap in the face to his previous strategy of "sitting back and watching".
He now had to reassess the situation.
"If Zhao Muyun doesn't die, he will become a great threat."
Yang Yan muttered to himself.
He now felt a little regretful that he had not attacked Liangzhou at all costs, or given Yang Fan more troops to quickly capture Xiazhou.
"Your Majesty, now that Zhao Muyun is alone on the grassland, this is the perfect time to eliminate him!"
An aide suggested, "Order General Yang Fan to launch a fierce attack on Xiazhou or Linfeng's camp at all costs, forcing the Longyou direction to be unable to support Zhao Muyun. At the same time, contact Wumuchi and agree to jointly eliminate Zhao Muyun!"
Another person disagreed:
"No! Zhao Muyun is a master of war. How can he be so easily defeated? It would be most beneficial to us if we could force him and Wumuchi to suffer mutual defeat."
"If our army moves now, we will suffer heavy losses. No matter who wins between Zhao Muyun and Wumuchi, we will lose the advantage!"
Yang Yan was upset listening to the argument between the two.
He wanted to get rid of Zhao Muyun, but was reluctant to waste his own strength.
This kind of indecisive character has put him in deep conflict at this moment.
Finally, he made a decision:
"Send a message to Yang Fan to launch an all-out attack. We must defeat the reinforcements from Hedong and capture Xiazhou and even Yanzhou!"
......
The news that Wumu's red gold tent was burned, Zhelu's light cavalry was annihilated, and the main force fled in a panic, like a biting cold wind on the grassland, finally blew back to the depths of the Beidi grassland and reached the ears of the Right Wise King who had been closely following the battle situation.
Inside the magnificent yurt, the charcoal fire crackled.
The Right Wise King Wuhan was reclining on a throne covered with snow-white wolf skin, playing with a golden knife inlaid with gems in his hand.
He was about forty years old, with a sinister face and deep eyes.
In the previous competition with Zuo Xian Wang, his most trusted veteran general Wuliangha led the right-wing army to stop in Shuozhou, which made him lose the opportunity to compete with Zuo Xian Wang for the succession to the Chanyu.
But as long as the old Chanyu Wutugu is still alive, he still has hope.
So, after the Left Wise King Wushu led the army to Shangjing to fight against the invading Goguryeo people, the Right Wise King called in his confidants such as Wuliangha, King Loufan, and Wumuchi, and planned to attack the Western Regions and Longyou.
However, a month later, Wumuchi not only failed to take Longyou, but also left Zhao Muyun free to come to the rescue.
Not only that, Wumuchi had suffered heavy casualties and was showing signs of defeat.
"It's been a bad year!" The Right Wise King's voice was filled with displeasure. "How much have you lost?"
The confidant kneeling below replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Golden Horde defenders were almost completely wiped out, and Captain Zhelu lost half of his 3,000 elite cavalry."
"Although Wumuchi's main force of 10,000 cavalry remains, morale is low and they have suffered heavy losses in food and supplies. Furthermore, Pei Lun and Tang Yanhai's forces are following them like a pack of wolves, causing them to retreat slowly and suffer constant losses."
"According to preliminary estimates, since Wumuchi Wanqi's cavalry commander marched south, he has suffered nearly 7,000 direct casualties, and the indirect losses are difficult to estimate."
"Seven thousand..."
The Right Wise King softly repeated the number, his fingers stroking the hilt of the golden knife. "For the sake of Longyou, so many warriors of my Great Di were sacrificed, and even his Golden Tent was lost..."
"Although the Khan is seriously ill, if he knew about this, I'm afraid..."
He paused, then changed the subject: "Where is Zhao Muyun now?"
"According to the latest reports, after Zhao Muyun's forces ambushed Captain Zhelu at Rolling Stone Slope, their movements have become increasingly erratic, seemingly heading southeast. Their intentions are unclear."
"Although their force consists of only 3,000 men, they are formidable and agile, and with Qiang and Rong as their guides, they have caused great panic and destruction in our hinterland."
The Right Wise King was silent for a moment, with a gleam in his eyes.
Wumuchi's failure made things even worse for his already poor family.
The fire that Zhao Muyun started burned too fiercely, and it had already threatened the foundation and reputation of the entire Beidi.
If he is allowed to wreak havoc, or even return safely to Longyou, the prestige of the Right Wise King in Beidi will plummet, and those supporters with unstable minds will probably immediately turn away.
We must not sit idly by and watch Wumuchi fail.
The Right Wise King slowly sat up straight, his voice becoming dignified and cold: "Wumuchi fought for his country and encountered setbacks. How can we just sit back and watch?"
"Pass on my order. Command the two 10,000-horse commanders, King Loufan and King Xiutu, to lead their own troops and the elite troops of the royal court, a total of 30,000 cavalry, to march south immediately to support Wumuchi!"
"We must defeat Zhao Muyun and seize Longyou!"
"Tell Prince Loufan and Prince Xiutu," the Right Wise King added, his tone profound, "that national affairs are paramount and that they must... obey Wumuchi's 'reasonable' orders. However, if the situation changes, they can make decisions on the spot."
"Yes!" The confidant took the order and quickly left the tent.
The Right Wise King looked at the flickering fire and a sneer appeared on his lips.
Thirty thousand fresh troops entered Longyou. Regardless of the final outcome, this land and the army there would bear a deeper imprint of his title as the Right Wise King.
Just as the Northern Di reinforcements began to gather and march south, Zhao Muyun, who had been fighting with Wumuchi's pursuers on the grassland for more than ten days, finally received accurate news from Liangzhou and Ganzhou.
"Grand Commander! General Zhang Zan urgently reports that Generals Pei Lun and Tang Yanhai have successfully held back Wumuchi's main force, suffering heavy losses. They have retreated to Yezhuling on the northern edge of Longyou to regroup."
"The siege of Ganzhou has been completely lifted. Captain Tang has dispatched troops to recapture the surrounding lost territory!"
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