Jia Xu was taken aback by Mu Zi'an's sudden remark and subconsciously replied.
"I have never seen the scenery of the grasslands."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Xu seemed to immediately understand something when he met Mu Zi'an's bright eyes.
Jia Xu asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Young master, would you like to take a trip to the grasslands?"
Mu Zian spoke without any hesitation upon hearing this.
"Since there is little point in defending or not defending Fuling City at the moment, we might as well turn the passive situation into the active one."
"The Xiongnu's 100,000 cavalrymen's southward march is a desperate gamble. If we were to do the opposite now, I think we would have unexpected gains."
Mu Zian's voice was calm, but it sounded like a thunderclap to Jia Xu.
This idea is absolutely insane.
Throughout history, it was always the Xiongnu who invaded from the south; there has never been a Han Chinese army that launched a surprise attack on the grasslands.
However, at this moment, Mu Zi'an's eyes told Jia Xu that he was definitely not joking.
After forcibly suppressing his shock, Jia Xu asked.
"What does the young master intend to do?"
Under the moonlight, Mu Zi'an stood with his hands behind his back, his cold eyes looking towards the direction of the Xiongnu army camp as he spoke.
"Let's think of a way to fight the Xiongnu again, then blow up Fuling City, enter the grasslands, and launch a surprise attack on the Xiongnu royal court."
It's just a short sentence, but the risks it contains are self-evident.
This truly shows a disregard for life and death.
If Mu Zian's name were to become renowned throughout the world, he would become a peerless general no less than his father, Mu Zhanying.
If we lose, we will be buried on the grasslands, our bodies never to be found.
There is only one option: either a crushing defeat or a resounding victory. There is no third option.
For a moment, Jia Xu stared at Mu Zi'an's profile, lost in thought.
But then a burning desire slowly rose within me; who wouldn't want to be remembered in history?
For the next two days, the Xiongnu army remained silent.
Fuling City enjoyed a brief period of peace.
At this time, Mu Zi'an also summoned his generals and told them about his almost insane plan.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have spoken up to stop them at this moment.
After all, the risks were just too great, and the grasslands were about to enter the cold winter.
If the battle cannot be ended before winter fully sets in, the centaurs will inevitably be trapped and die on the grasslands.
But at this moment, Mu Zi'an's subordinates are Han Shizhong and Liang Hongyu, Zhao Yun, Luo Cheng, and Jia Xu.
Both of them are ambitious and daring individuals.
Risk? That's just their stimulant.
Therefore, Mu Zian's plan was approved without any obstacles.
Next, Mu Zi'an will prepare for the surprise attack on the grassland.
Fuling City could not be left to Yelü Junba.
Therefore, Mu Zian ordered the production of explosives in large quantities, intending to give Yelü Junba a surprise after he left Fuling City.
Then they killed all the captured Xiongnu warhorses and dried the horse meat to make jerky.
In an instant, the entire city of Fuling was filled with the tension of sharpening knives, and every soldier wore a cruel smile.
These Xiongnu people never dreamed that a madman would set his sights on their royal court.
Meanwhile, various troubles were also occurring within the Xiongnu's military camp.
Because a large number of high-ranking and mid-level generals died in battle, leaving many positions vacant, Yelü Junba had to fill the vacancies first.
The reshuffling of various personnel is definitely a huge undertaking.
After all, only one person can hold a position, so who gets the job is definitely a big decision.
Different degrees of closeness or distance, personal relationships, and abilities are all factors that need to be considered.
This was also a very troublesome matter for Yelü Junba.
It's too difficult to select a reliable and respected general in a short period of time.
Therefore, Yelü Junba had to make some compromises.
The autumn wind dispelled the last trace of summer heat, and Yelü Junba could clearly feel a chill approaching in the air.
He has been stuck in front of Fuling City for almost a month now.
After several days of deliberation, Yelü Junba selected two commanders of ten thousand from among the thousand-household commanders in the army.
Then, dozens of commanders were selected from among the hundreds of households, which barely filled the gap in the military's organizational structure.
Inside the camp, the newly appointed commanders of ten thousand and one thousand households gathered together.
This marked the start of the first meeting since that tragic day.
"Reporting to the Left Wise King, the morale of the army is currently low and people are restless. If the fighting continues, there is a risk of major chaos."
"In my opinion, we should retreat to the grasslands and wait for next year to fight again."
Xu Bu broke the silence inside the tent by speaking first.
No sooner had he finished speaking than He Lan immediately spoke up.
"Absolutely not! We've gathered an army of 100,000; if we go back in such a sorry state, I won't swallow this insult!"
"Besides, it's just a few commanders of ten thousand or a thousand who died. Every expedition has its share of casualties. It would be absurd to retreat for this reason!"
"We are warriors of the grasslands, how can we desert our posts!"
As soon as He Lan finished speaking, Xu Bu immediately retorted.
"Whether it's the Han people's bows and crossbows or their divine thunder, they are simply beyond our ability to handle."
"The mere city of Fuling has kept us occupied for so many days. How can we possibly win if Han reinforcements arrive?"
"Do you think you can handle those divine thunderbolts?"
Xu Bu's words silenced everyone present.
They also examined the bodies of those killed in the explosion, and the word "cruel" simply doesn't do it justice.
Those closest to the explosion's epicenter were instantly blasted into pieces.
Even from a distance, they were pricked like hedgehogs by iron nails and porcelain shards.
It's one thing to die, but those who are injured in the explosion and still alive are the ones who suffer the most.
In just two or three days, hundreds of Xiongnu soldiers could not bear the pain and chose to commit suicide.
Every Xiongnu person who witnessed their tragic state felt a chill run down their spine.
Upon hearing this, He Lan slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and angrily rebuked.
"I see you've been scared out of your wits by those Han Chinese tricks! You're not worthy of being a warrior of the grasslands!"
Xu Bu was no pushover either, and immediately stood up and angrily rebuked him.
"He Lan, shut your dog mouth! If you're so capable, then stop howling like a dog!"
"Take your 10,000 cavalry and take Fuling City!"
"I'd like to see what you're capable of!"
Just as the two were about to fight, Pei Shaozhu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke up.
"The Left Wise King has already taken the blame for your crimes. If he returns empty-handed now, the Great Khan will surely punish him."
"Besides, the war has only been going on for a month, and it is still uncertain who will emerge victorious."
After saying this, Pei Shaozhu took out a silk book from his bosom and began to speak.
"Two days ago, General Tuosi sent a letter saying that he had taken advantage of the night to break through Biqiu City and cut off the grain and trade routes in various parts of Liangzhou."
"So, we haven't lost this battle yet."
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