Chapter 3281 It’s time to settle my account with him
In a blink of an eye, two days passed.
The night was particularly gloomy that day. The sky seemed like a huge black hand, covering the entire northwestern wilderness, making people feel so depressed that they couldn't even breathe.
Arslan opened the tent and took a deep breath at the dark black outside that was as thick as ink.
At this time, his deputy general Ulihan came in from outside with two soldiers.
Although they were still wearing armor, their swords were sheathed. Only when you got very close could you smell a faint but bloody smell and a subtle fighting spirit emanating from them.
If we had really experienced a war, it would definitely not be like this.
Even Arslan himself knew that after a great battle, everyone would look like they were bathed in blood. Even from a distance, one could smell the pungent smell of blood and the chilling fighting spirit.
So, after the fight just now——
Arslan narrowed his eyes slightly, waited until Wulihan came to him, and asked, "How is it?"
Wulihan bowed his head and saluted him, then said, "Your Majesty, the enemy has only dispatched less than 30,000 men."
"Um?"
Arslan's eyes flickered for a moment, and he asked, "So, how is the battle going?"
Wulihan said: "Thirty-six of our soldiers were wounded, but no one was killed in battle."
"Where's the other party?"
“Only a few dozen people were injured.”
Arslan frowned.
Regardless of whether this war has any significance, he dispatched 80,000 troops, but only more than 30 people were injured, and not a single person died. If this were to get out, it would be a joke.
He asked, "Why didn't you pursue?"
Wulihan had probably never fought such a boring battle before. He laughed in anger and said, "They retreated quickly, as if they were in a hurry to go back to eat. They had no intention of fighting anymore. It's getting so boring that our people find it boring too."
So, we played two games these days, just like a joke.
Arslan looked at the soldiers returning to the camps on both sides. They did not come back carrying swords and talking and laughing. They were just like the farmers in the Central Plains who went to the fields to plow and carried hoes back home for dinner.
The whole camp exudes a relaxed atmosphere.
However, Arslan felt like a huge stone was pressing on his heart.
He knew this was wrong.
Over the years, this was not the first time he had fought with Chen Zixiao, nor was it the first time he had fought with Zhu Feng. Both sides had fought for the right to rule the northwest, and it was not uncommon for them to fight to the point of bloodshed and even corpses everywhere. But this time, Zhu Feng personally went to Handongwei, and the incident of the surrendered generals who escaped from the Dongchahe tribe before also clearly indicated that he would make a big move. But until now, apart from the two wars that he had initiated, the other party seemed to have been forced to perfunctorily and had no intention of confronting him at all.
This is not right.
Arslan said in a deep voice: "This is definitely not right."
Wulihan waved his hand, letting the two soldiers behind him rest. He followed Arslan back to the tent and said, "But what's wrong? The Yan people obviously don't want to get entangled with us. If we continue fighting like this, there will be no results."
“…”
"It's obvious that the Emperor of Yan State doesn't take this seriously at all."
"No!"
Arslan said firmly: "There is no way Zhu Feng would not take this seriously."
“…”
"Since he already knows that I am colluding with the Eastern Chaga tribe, he will definitely take action. Otherwise, this is not like his style."
Wulihan took off his helmet and slammed it down on the table. He said, "But we've already started two wars, and the Handong Guards just played us for fun, with only a few hundred casualties. What else can we do?"
Arslan said in a deep voice: "He must have his own reasons for doing this. Maybe -"
"Maybe something?"
"Maybe he just wants to drag us along."
"What's the meaning?"
A cold glint flashed in Arslan's eyes as he spoke slowly, "I've been dealing with him for so long. Zhu Feng is not someone who attacks without purpose. He loves war and is skilled at it. But now that we've provoked him like this, he hasn't fought back. There's only one explanation: he's secretly plotting something, and his plans can't be affected by a large-scale war."
Wulihan came to his senses and said, "So, he has been asking his subordinates to deal with us in this perfunctory way."
Arslan said: "Not bad."
Wulihan frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "But what is he planning? We've been observing for so long, and our scouts have been exploring the area near Handongwei. We've only seen a significant increase in the number of troops they've sent out to fetch water. Furthermore, it seems some remarkable figure has arrived in Handongwei recently, with even the emperor personally coming out to greet them."
“…”
"Otherwise, we have nothing and know nothing."
Arslan was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "Although we know nothing, we cannot remain motionless."
Wulihan looked at him: "Your Majesty means——"
Arslan said, "Since we have guessed what they are planning behind our backs, we cannot let their plans continue without making any preparations."
Wulihan frowned: "Then what can we do?"
Arslan slowly stood up and walked to the door of the tent again. He looked at the soldiers outside who seemed to be relaxed. His eyes were as gloomy as the night. He said, "Since they are trying to give us a hard time, we will make it impossible for them to give us a hard time. Since they don't want us to disturb them, we must interrupt their plans."
Wulihan said somewhat helplessly: "But we have already provoked two wars. If the other side does not respond, what can we do?"
Arslan said, "Because we only have so many people, they will just try to deal with us perfunctorily and will certainly not take us seriously."
Wulihan suddenly understood something.
He looked at Arslan with wide eyes, walked quickly behind him, and said in a deep voice: "The king means -"
Arslan turned to look at him and said word by word: "You must return to the city immediately and mobilize all the troops."
Hearing this, Wulihan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, stared at Arslan for a long time, and then said: "Are you really going to do this? This, this is——"
Arslan said, "I'm afraid Zhu Feng came here this time just to end things once and for all and completely break up with me. If that's the case, why not take the initiative into your own hands?"
“…”
"No matter what, it's time to settle my account with him."
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from outside the camp, interrupting the two people's conversation. Arslan looked up and saw a scout dressed in black dismounted from his horse. He quickly ran to the front of the tent and knelt down, "Your Majesty."
The scout came back at this time, he must have heard something.
Arslan immediately asked, "What's the news?"
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