"General Murong successfully launched a surprise attack on the left flank of the Fengtian Army, and Li Bao's troops were 30% routed."
"General Mei Zang E Pang has entangled the Fengtian Army's ambush troops on the south bank, preventing the enemy from advancing."
"Three volleys of thunder cannons destroyed the Fengtian Army's left-wing hill fortifications."
Everything is going according to plan.
But Zhao Muyun knew that the real test was yet to come.
Ma Zongliang still had trump cards in his hands—Li Biao's 50,000 Imperial Guards in the central army, Zhang Yu's 50,000 Imperial Guards on the right wing, and... those 40,000 ambushers whose whereabouts were unknown.
"General," a guard entered the tent, "a secret message from the capital."
Zhao Muyun opened the letter and read only eight words: "The city has already moved; the uprising will begin at noon."
A glint flashed in his eyes as he burned the letter over the candlelight.
"Send word to Xiao Cheyun: the downstream cavalry can move."
"yes!"
Zhao Muyun stepped out of the tent, mounted his horse, and, escorted by a group of personal guards, ascended the high slope on the south bank.
From here, you can overlook the entire battlefield.
The dawn completely dispelled the morning mist, revealing the devastating scene of the Yishui River.
On the river, Wu Shangzhi's 30,000 infantrymen advanced with difficulty, like a black ant swarm, amidst a rain of arrows.
Corpses, shields, and broken arrows floated in the river, which was now stained red.
On the western plain, Murong Chunhua's cavalry were pursuing the scattered left wing of the Fengtian Army.
Where the horses' hooves trampled, corpses littered the ground.
On the south bank, Tangut light cavalry harassed the Fengtian army's ambush troops like ghosts, and the Fengtian army's formation was thrown into disarray.
On the north bank, however, Li Biao's 50,000 imperial guards remained in perfect formation, with a forest of bows and crossbows.
On the east bank, Zhang Yu's 50,000 Imperial Guards were also on high alert.
Ma Zongliang, how much longer can you endure this?
A cold smile appeared on Zhao Muyun's lips.
He raised his telescope—a monocular telescope developed by the Ministry of Works according to his description; although crude, it was sufficient to see the details of the enemy formation.
Through the telescope, in front of the central army of the Fengtian Army, a general in golden armor and red robes was directing archers to fire in turn.
That's Li Biao.
About a mile behind Li Biao, there was a slightly raised hill with a commander's flag standing on it.
Ma Zongliang should be there.
Zhao Muyun put down his binoculars and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Wu Shangzhi that we can speed things up. Have the front line spread out to lure the enemy out."
"yes!"
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