A Fengtian Army general raised his glass in a toast, saying, "We have never seen such a magnificent method of breaching a city!"
Zhao Muyun raised his cup in return, saying, "It is all thanks to the soldiers' bravery; I dare not take credit for it."
Yang Yan put down his wine cup and asked casually, "I wonder how many firearms the Grand Commander still has? Such powerful weapons, if used to pursue Wuzhu's remnants, would surely make things twice as easy."
They've arrived.
Zhao Muyun sneered inwardly, but remained calm on the surface: "To be honest, Grand General, our army has exhausted all its resources in order to break through Youzhou."
"This item is extremely difficult to manufacture. Even after six months of production, we can only produce a few thousand of them."
They definitely won't tell Yang Yan that they have two hundred more!
"Oh? That's a real pity." A cold glint flashed in Yang Yan's eyes, and then he added, "However, the elite troops under the Grand Commander's command are enough to sweep away the Northern Barbarians even without firearms."
"Now that Wuzhu has led his remaining forces north, it is the perfect time to pursue them. Why don't we join forces, strike directly at the Northern Di royal court, and eliminate this threat forever?"
The hall fell silent immediately, and all eyes were on Zhao Muyun.
Zhao Muyun slowly put down his wine cup: "What the Grand Commander says is absolutely right. The Central Plains will not be at peace until the Northern Barbarians are destroyed. However, our army has just fought a bloody battle and suffered heavy casualties. We urgently need to rest and recuperate. I'm afraid we will have to rely on the Grand Commander for the pursuit."
"Is the Grand Commander going back to Hedong?" Yang Yan asked with a half-smile.
"That's right." Zhao Muyun readily admitted, "After being away from home for so long, the soldiers are longing for their hometowns."
Yang Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "I admire the Grand Commander's concern for the country. However, the pursuit of the Northern Barbarians is of great importance and requires careful consideration. Come, let's drink!"
The banquet continued, but the atmosphere had changed.
The Fengtian Army generals were toasting each other, but some of them kept glancing at Zhao Muyun.
Tang Yanhai sat to the left of Zhao Muyun, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife, watching his surroundings warily.
When the wine was half-finished, Yang Yan suddenly clapped his hands three times.
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