With the recapture of Youzhou and the defeat of Wuzhu, the alliance between the Great Feng and the Great Yin seemed to have become unnecessary.
With the arrival of winter, both sides need to recuperate after this war.
Li Jingang will not launch an attack on Dayin in the short term.
Apart from Yang Chao, who launched an attack on Xijing from Jiannan Road.
Once the news of Zhao Muyun's return to Hedong spreads, Yang Chao, unable to conquer the area after a prolonged siege, will naturally retreat.
Zhao Muyun did not immediately covet Youzhou, leaving it for Yang Yan to occupy first, so that he could block the Northern Di!
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Night fell, and the snow began to fall again.
The city of Youzhou stood silent in the wind and snow, as if mourning the lives lost, or perhaps brewing the next storm.
Zhao Muyun knew that this chaotic struggle had only just begun.
In the darkest hour before dawn, the camp of the Hedong army was already filled with a grim atmosphere.
More than two thousand soldiers had assembled, their warhorses gagged and their hooves wrapped in cloth. Everyone was lightly armed, carrying only the necessary weapons, three days' worth of rations, and medicine for the wounded.
Excess supplies were either destroyed or buried near the camp.
Zhao Muyun gave a death order: the enemy must not be allowed to leave any trace to the Feng Army.
"Grand Commander, everything is ready."
Guo Luo reported in a low voice that his heavy cavalry battalion was at the forefront of the formation. Although only nine hundred riders remained, their imposing presence was still formidable.
Zhao Muyun mounted his horse and took one last look at the city they had won with their blood.
The outline of Youzhou was faintly visible in the morning mist, and the banners of the Fengtian Army on the city wall fluttered in the cold wind.
"We will be back!"
Overnight, they were about to embark on another journey.
"Set off."
Like a silent torrent, the army surged forth from the northern camp, marching swiftly south along the predetermined mountain path.
Rong Chunhua's light cavalry battalion had already scouted ahead, clearing out any possible Fengtian Army scouts.
The mountain road was rugged, and the snow was knee-deep, so the marching speed was much slower than expected.
But Zhao Muyun dared not take the official road—there would surely be checkpoints and patrols of the Fengtian Army there.
"Grand Commander, at this pace, it will take at least four days to reach Luoyingjian." Tang Yanhai rode up, his face full of worry. "Moreover, the wounded soldiers cannot withstand such a rapid march."
Zhao Muyun felt a pang of pain in his heart as he looked at the wounded soldiers in the ranks, some being helped up and others lying on makeshift stretchers. But he had no choice.
"Send two hundred men from the light cavalry battalion to escort the seriously wounded via a slow detour. We will meet at Luoyingjian. The rest of you, speed up."
"What if we encounter the Fengtian Army..."
"Then let's fight."
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Muyun's eyes. "If Yang Yan really dares to pursue, we'll let him know that even when the Hedong army is exhausted, they are not lambs to be slaughtered."
The order was relayed, and the troops sped up again.
The soldiers gritted their teeth and trudged through the deep snow.
If someone falls, their companions immediately help them up; if a warhorse stumbles, several people work together to lift it up.
There were no complaints, only silent marches.
However, an unexpected change still occurred.
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