If we can defeat or even annihilate Zhao Muyun's forces before Loufan King and his men arrive.
Even just repelling Pei Lun's troops who were currently monitoring him would greatly boost morale, save face, and give him more say in the upcoming coalition.
But... Zhao Muyun is cunning and treacherous, could this be a trap to lure the enemy?
He hesitated.
The shadow of failure made him more cautious.
Just then, another fast horse galloped into the camp, bringing with it a messenger from the Right Wise King's command.
"General! The 30,000 elite troops of the royal court led by King Loufan and King Xiutu have crossed Wolf Mountain and will reach Wild Boar Ridge in five days at most!"
"The Right Wise King has ordered that the general must hold the battle line and wait for reinforcements to arrive before joining forces to defeat the enemy!"
The news that reinforcements were about to arrive was like a shot in the arm, injecting a strong sense of confidence into Wumuqi and all the Northern Di generals.
Pressure and opportunity coexist.
If they wait for reinforcements to arrive before taking action, the credit will mostly go to Loufan King and his men, while Wumuqi will only be relegated to a supporting role.
But if he can secure a victory before reinforcements arrive...
Greed and the desire to regain dignity ultimately overwhelmed caution.
"Order all units to have a hearty meal before battle and to inspect their weapons and horses!"
Wu Muchi finally made up his mind, his voice carrying a hint of desperate ruthlessness.
"At dawn tomorrow, leave five thousand men to guard the camp, and the remaining ten thousand warriors will follow me out of the valley. We will first defeat Pei Lun, and then seek an opportunity to intercept Zhao Muyun!"
"We must let those southern barbarians know that the warriors of the northern Di are not to be trifled with!"
"roar!"
The generals inside the tent erupted in wild shouts, as if their pent-up frustration of the past few days had finally found an outlet.
Unbeknownst to them, Wu Muqi's decision was pushing them step by step into a death trap meticulously set by Zhao Muyun.
......
Luoyanpo appears to be a flat area, but it actually hides a secret.
In the center was a wide grassland, suitable for cavalry charges, but on the east and west sides were rolling low hills and dense shrublands.
Zhao Muyun's "main force" camp was set up at the southern end of the slope, and it did look somewhat loose, with the banners appearing rather listless.
Outside the camp, there were even scattered "grain transport teams" and "laborers" moving around, which was exactly what a tired and poorly supplied army should look like.
However, in the hills and deep forests on the east and west sides, a different scene unfolds.
Shi Yong's troops and the heavily armored infantry drawn from various armies quietly lay in ambush in the woods on the east side.
The soldiers polished their gleaming swords and spears, their faces expressionless, only radiating a chilling killing intent.
They knew they would be the key to determining the outcome of this battle.
In the woods to the west, there was an assault force consisting mainly of one thousand Qiang and Rong cavalry and two thousand elite cavalry from Hedong.
Namtso stroked his scimitar, his eyes filled with the flames of revenge and the excitement of impending slaughter.
Wu Shangzhi and Guo Luo's eyes flashed with intense killing intent.
Zhao Muyun himself was stationed on an inconspicuous little hill behind the slope, from which he could overlook the entire battlefield.
Shen Qian and Tang Yanhai stood by like ghosts, ready to relay messages at any time.
"Report! General, Wumuqi has made a move! He left 5,000 men to guard the Broken Soul Valley camp and personally led 10,000 troops out of the valley, heading straight for General Pei Lun's camp!"
A scout arrived on horseback with the news.
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Muyun's eyes:
"They've come as expected! Order Pei Lun to put up a brief resistance according to plan, then 'retreat' towards Luoyan Slope. Make sure Wumuqi thinks our army is cowardly, thus drawing their main force to pursue us!"
"Understood!"
Soon, faint shouts of battle came from the direction of Broken Soul Valley.
Before long, Pei Lun's banners appeared somewhat disheveled, and the soldiers hastily broke away from the Northern Di army and retreated towards Luoyan Slope.
Meanwhile, the Northern Di army pursued them aggressively, with Wumuqi's wolf-head banner fluttering in the wind.
Pei Lun's "retreat" was very skillful, maintaining his structure while making Wu Muqi feel that he could be defeated with just a little more effort.
This seemingly distant yet intimate relationship kept Wumuqi on the edge of his seat.
"General! The southern barbarians have retreated! Pei Lun's troops are fleeing towards Luoyan Slope!" the vanguard general reported excitedly.
Looking at the “rout” Yin army, and then at Zhao Muyun’s seemingly undefended camp at Luoyanpo in the distance, Wumu Chi’s last doubts were overwhelmed by his desire for victory.
"Pursue! All troops, advance! Rout Pei Lun in one fell swoop, and then crush Zhao Muyun's camp!" Wu Muchi roared, brandishing his sword.
Ten thousand Northern Di cavalry and infantry surged into the open central area of Luoyanpo like a flood bursting its banks.
Their attention was completely drawn to the fleeing Pei Lun tribe ahead and the seemingly easily attainable camp in the distance, and they were completely unaware of the countless cold eyes watching from the dense forest on both sides.
On the hilltop, Zhao Muyun watched as most of the Northern Di army entered the pre-arranged battlefield, and a cold smile finally appeared on his lips.
He slowly raised his right hand.
The next moment, three red whistling arrows shot into the air with a piercing shriek!
The moment the whistling arrow pierced the sky, the murderous intent of the entire Luoyan Slope erupted!
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The once desolate southern end of Luoyan Slope was suddenly filled with the earth-shaking sound of war drums in Zhao Muyun's "loose" camp!
The camp gates swung open, and countless Dayin soldiers in gleaming armor poured out like a tide, quickly forming a solid defensive line!
Where was there even a trace of fatigue or lethargy on their faces?
Clearly, this is an elite force that has been conserving its strength for a long time!
Just as the Northern Di vanguard was preparing to pursue Pei Lun and charge into the camp, they were caught off guard and crashed into this suddenly appearing impenetrable wall, causing them to fall to the ground!
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