Chapter 87 Hope in despair!



A day later, Timur and his men arrived at the Zhelan Royal Court on the north bank of Canglang Lake.

He was stunned by the mess before him!

The wisps of green smoke that had not yet been extinguished and the black ashes all over the ground showed how big the fire was.

In addition, the charred corpses, the charred skin, and the exposed cooked flesh made people shudder.

The grasslands within a radius of several miles were completely burned to ashes, leaving no living creature.

The families of King Zhelan and a number of officials had long disappeared.

Needless to say, it must have been abducted by Zhao Muyun and his men.

Seeing all this, Timur felt like the sky was falling.

Zhao Muyun and his party sneaked into the grassland and contacted the Wuhuan people under the cover of the Bai family caravan.

He borrowed the troops of the Wuhuan people, then rescued the Dayin slaves who were captured to build the city, armed them, and then attacked King Zhelan's lair.

As the matter got bigger and bigger, Timur became more and more involved.

"Go to the south bank and see how the people in our tribe are doing."

Timur broke out in a cold sweat and ordered everyone to go to the south of Canglang Lake.

Zhao Muyun attacked the royal court on the north bank and would definitely not let go of the tribe on the south bank.

However, when Timur arrived at the south bank, he found that his tribe was safe and sound.

His men breathed a sigh of relief, but Timur screamed and fell off his horse.

Zhao Muyun attacked the Zhelan royal court, abducted the family members, but spared the people of the Timur tribe.

If King Zhelan knew about this, how would he view Timur?

The guards on both sides were in a panic and hurriedly helped Timur up from the ground.

Timur shouted, "They are carrying so many women and children, they can't be moving fast!"

"We must stop them and rescue the king's family, otherwise we will all be doomed!"

"Chase, chase me!"

......

Shuozhou City.

The Tartars have been besieging the city for three days.

Although the siege had not yet begun, the atmosphere was shrouded in dark clouds.

The shadow of failure was like a dark cloud destroying the city, hanging over the hearts of every Dayin person in the city.

Inside the government office, Fan Nan no longer had the high-spirited spirit he had when the war began in the Shuozhou headquarters.

His eyes were dull and his hair turned completely white overnight.

A civilian official in Beijing who has never experienced the battlefield is appointed as a commander on the front line and command tens of thousands of people to fight. He is doomed to fail!

Although he also went incognito to the front line, he also went out of the border to survey the terrain.

However, he viewed everything too idealistically.

Battlefield information is ever-changing, and various elements in the war are interconnected. If there is a problem in one link, it will cause a chain reaction.

Jingbian Military Town was lost, Wuzhou City was isolated and helpless, and Shuozhou City was surrounded by the Tatar army.

Once Shuozhou was captured, the northern gate of Hedong Road would be wide open, and the Tatars could attack Jinyang at any time.

More than 30,000 soldiers were defeated, and tens of thousands were missing or killed in battle.

Yang Jian, the commander of Shuozhou, was killed in battle. One thousand cavalrymen under his command died heroically, and more than ten commanders of Zhechoufu died on the battlefield.

When Hedong Jiedushi Pei Lun and others heard that Fan Nan was defeated outside Wu Zhou City, they retreated to Jinyang first.

The news of the defeat had probably already reached the capital.

Such a great defeat shocked Hedong and the imperial court!

No matter how much Fan Nan explained, it was already pale and powerless!

What awaited him was the emperor's wrath, attacks from his political enemies, and dismissal from office.

Not long after, an imperial edict came down to replace him.

Holding the wolf hair brush, Fan Nan wrote a letter of apology to Emperor Dayin, but he didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, he remembered Zhao Muyun, the border soldier who rescued him from Heituo Mountain and gave him a sword!

The words Zhao Muyun said rang in his ears:

"A general who can't be a good soldier is definitely not a good general!"

Zhao Muyun declined Fan Nan's promotion and was determined to start as a soldier.

Fan Nan, as the Minister of War, believed that he could command tens of thousands of soldiers and win a war by reading some military books.

But what is the result!

"Zhao Muyun is right! A towering building must be built from the ground up. It was my own arrogance that cost tens of thousands of soldiers their lives!"

"Compared to him, I'm not as good as him!"

"I don't know if he really did find the Wuhuan people and caused chaos in the rear of the grassland; or if they were discovered by the Tartars and perished on the grassland long ago."

"If Zhao Muyun dies on the grassland, it will be my fault!"

"Throughout history, generals and commanders have lost countless lives due to a single decision. I, Fan Nan, am truly unworthy of being a commander. My crimes are so heinous that I'm afraid I can only atone for them with death!"

Fan Nan fell into deep self-blame.

"But before I die, I must clean up this mess!"

"I must defend Shuozhou too! This may be my last bit of dignity!"

Fan Nan's eyes became tragic and resolute. He picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and prepared to write an apology.

"My lord, my lord!"

Suddenly, an aide rushed in hurriedly holding a paper tube.

"What's wrong?" Fan Nan didn't even raise his head.

"The commander of the Lanzhou Zhechongfu, who retreated from Black Camel Mountain to Piantou Pass, risked his life to send someone to shoot a letter in."

"Oh? Lanzhou Zhechongfu? He...what did he say?"

When Fan Nan heard this, he immediately put down his pen and looked up.

"Their scouts have discovered that a force of ours has arrived from Canglang Lake on the grasslands. They have entered the Purple Water Valley and deployed at the Jingbian Army's former beacon towers, intending to block the Tartars' retreat."

The staff was trembling with excitement.

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