Chapter 359 Kill 800 enemies and lose 1,000 of your own
Zhennan Pass.
After several days of anxious waiting, good news finally came from the epidemic city.
The epidemic of the millennium plague has been completely brought under control due to the timely distribution of the antidote.
Nangong Ziyun let out a long sigh, and the tense heartstrings of the past few days finally relaxed a little.
At this moment, she was standing on the towering city wall of Zhennan Pass, personally welcoming her triumphant husband.
The cool wind of late autumn rustled her clothes.
An Daohe, Yun Zhi and others stood aside, as well as Luo Yunzhen, who had just recovered from his injuries and insisted on coming.
He recovered quickly after waking up.
Although his face still looked pale at this moment, he no longer needed anyone's support and could walk slowly on his own.
In the Battle of Luoyingjian, the Dayan army set up an ambush in advance and successfully wiped out 30,000 Flying Eagle Cavalry of Nanzhao.
Although Wen Zhiyan had no martial arts skills, he was able to make strategic plans in this battle, and all the soldiers who went with him were convinced.
The 10,000 elite cavalry led by Chen Zhen, without a moment's rest after annihilating the enemy, rushed straight to the battlefield in the heart of Nanzhao and joined forces with the army led by Yan Shixu.
As soon as Wen Zhiyan returned to Zhennan Pass, he immediately led his troops to evacuate the people around the pass.
With the full cooperation of An Daohe, a series of temporary residences were quickly built on the outskirts of Jingzhou.
After the last batch of people were settled, the news was quietly passed on to Su Muyang and Zhang Sicheng by Zhou Chong's spies.
Nanzhao, royal palace.
When Su Muyang ordered Nong Zhixiang's former confidant to carry out the plan of diverting the poison from the Ten Thousand Poisons Blood Pool into the Lancang River, Nanzhao Prime Minister Weng Zhongru sat in his study all night in boredom.
At daybreak, he took off the black hat that symbolized authority and went into the palace to make a final appeal.
If this plan succeeds, it remains to be seen whether it can destroy the Dayan army.
But the Nanzhao people who have lived on both sides of the river for generations will suffer a devastating disaster!
"Your Majesty! Killing eight hundred enemies and losing a thousand of our own is a strategy that will lead to the destruction of our nation! Absolutely not! I beg Your Majesty to revoke your order!"
Outside the imperial study, Weng Zhongru's forehead hit the cold and hard stone steps heavily.
Several equally worried censors followed closely behind him and knelt for a long time.
However, the tightly closed door of the imperial study remained motionless.
They knelt from dawn to dusk, their sweat soaking through their heavy court robes, but they didn't even see a corner of the emperor's clothes.
The sky seemed to be furious. With a loud "boom", the long-brewing rainstorm poured down.
Raindrops as big as beans fell on the kneeling ministers, instantly soaking them to the bone.
Weng Zhongru was already old and exhausted, and he was further shocked by the cold rain.
As if the last straw had broken the camel's back, his vision went dark, his body swayed, and he fell forward into the muddy rainwater.
"Master Prime Minister!"
"Prime Minister!"
The exclamations were drowned out by the rain.
The palace servants hurried forward and frantically helped the unconscious old prime minister to his feet. Some of them even crawled to report to the emperor.
In the emperor's bedroom, the sounds of stringed instruments and bamboo instruments never ceased.
Lipin's high-pitched and melodious voice could be heard clearly.
The palace servant trembled outside the palace and reported: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... The Prime Minister... fainted in the heavy rain..."
Inside the hall, Su Muyang and Zhang Sicheng, who were whispering to each other while facing a map of the guard layout of the Poisonous Miasma Mountain, glanced at each other quickly, and a hint of complexity flashed across each other's eyes.
The old Prime Minister Weng Zhongru was indeed a good official, but unfortunately he was an official of Nanzhao.
This time, they came to destroy Nanzhao, so it was naturally impossible for them to do as Weng Zhongru wished.
After a while, Su Muyang finally spoke: "I understand... Send the Prime Minister back to his residence and have the imperial physician treat him well."
His voice was hoarse and unclear, and he was unhappy about being interrupted.
The palace maid agreed repeatedly as if she had been pardoned, and hurriedly left to make arrangements.
Inside the hall, the two men's eyes fell on the layout map again.
Zhang Sicheng knew the guards of the Poisonous Miasma Mountain very well. When he arranged for people to sneak in to look for the Green Phosphorus Toad, he had already memorized the map.
In the picture, several key guard posts at the foot of the mountain are circled in red, and the location of the Ten Thousand Poison Blood Pool is prominently marked.
The two of them deduced repeatedly and finally determined the best location and time to set fire to the mountain.
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Prime Minister's residence.
The candlelight flickered in the secret room, illuminating several solemn faces.
Wrapped in a thick cloak and struggling with his sick body, Weng Zhongru summoned several respected old ministers in the Nanzhao court.
"Crazy! Your Majesty has gone completely crazy!"
An old general who had fought in the battlefield stood with his hair and beard standing on end. He slammed the table in anger, causing the candle flame to jump wildly.
"Drawing the Myriad Poison Blood Pool into the Lancang River? If this plan succeeds, within three days, Nanzhao will be condemned by heaven and man, and abandoned by both gods and Buddhas!"
Weng Zhongru closed his eyes tiredly, then opened them again. Only grief and determination remained in his cloudy eyes.
"Everyone, Your Majesty... has been blinded by vain ambition. Our Nanzhao nation has been established for hundreds of years. How can we allow our foundation to be overturned like this? The venom in the Myriad Poison Blood Pool must not be introduced into the Lancang River."
A civil official was filled with worry: "But His Majesty has issued a strict order: anyone who disobeys will be executed immediately! The Poisonous Miasma Mountain is heavily guarded, and the Blood Pool is even more heavily guarded by Yanluo's troops..."
"Guard?" A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Weng Zhongru's eyes.
"The guards are also our Nanzhao's soldiers! Their parents, wives, and children also need to drink the water of the Lancang River. I have secretly contacted the guard commander, General Yanluo."
He paused, then said word by word, "He... doesn't want to be a sinner for all eternity."
"Okay, let's give it a try! It's also for the people of Nanzhao and for future generations." The old general stood up first.
"Count me in!"
"And me!"
Several people gathered together, lowered their voices, and quickly finalized the details of the plan:
At midnight tonight, Weng Zhongru and several guards from the old ministers' mansions raided the blood pool and burned it down!
They didn't notice that outside the door of the secret room, a servant with lowered eyebrows and a pleasant appearance quietly retreated.
Soon, a note written in a special code was stuffed into the gap of the base of a dilapidated stone lion in the back alley of the Weng Mansion.
This news was quickly passed to Zhou Chong.
Zhou Chong did not dare to delay and immediately entered the Nanzhao Palace through a secret tunnel overnight.
That night, at midnight.
Deep in the Poisonous Miasma Mountain, outside the valley where the Poisonous Blood Pool was located, the sound of killing suddenly shook the sky.
The guards sent by Weng Zhongru and others staged a "fierce battle" with Yan Luo's troops who were "ordered" to guard the blood pool.
The flashing and whistling of swords and sabers continued, making the scene even more chaotic in the darkness and the miasma.
In the chaos, several rockets soaked in incendiary oil pierced through the darkness and, with a sharp whistling sound, shot into the huge pool of blood that emitted a foul stench and rolled with sticky scarlet venom.
"boom--!"
With a dull bang, flames suddenly exploded into the sky.
The interwoven red and dark green flames greedily licked the poisonous liquid, making a terrifying "sizzling" sound.
Thick, sticky, and highly toxic smoke billowed up into the air, mixing with the natural gray-green miasma that permeated the Poisonous Miasma Mountain all year round.
The air was filled with a sickening burnt and sweet fishy smell.
The two teams had already taken poison-avoiding drugs before coming.
Therefore, they did not panic, but deliberately created the illusion of "heavy casualties" and got entangled with each other.
However, when everyone ran to the mountain and pretended to fight, another team of masked men in black who had been lurking in the dark suddenly emerged from the shadows on all sides at the foot of the mountain like ghosts.
They moved as fast as lightning, and while the scattered guards on the periphery had not yet reacted, the sharp swords were silently swung down with a cold light.
At the same time, they quickly poured the kerosene they carried into the dense forests and bushes at the foot of the mountain and ignited it without hesitation.
Beside the blood pool, the Yanluo tribe and the guards from several mansions were waiting for the poison in the pool to burn out.
Before the fire in the blood pool died down, an even more terrifying scene appeared.
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