After reading Teller's handwritten letter, Jia Chi did not fly into a rage as Wei Dun had guessed before. Instead, he smiled faintly and said to Wei Dun who was waiting beside him: "Besides your group, is there anyone else who knows about this?"

Wei Dun shook his head and said, "Reporting to General Jia Chi, we have blocked the news. Even the soldiers in our headquarters don't know everything."

Jia Chi nodded: "How did you arrange the camp?"

"Reporting to General Jiachi, we will leave 60% of our troops in the garrison, and the rest will wait in front of the rocky beach in that defense zone every day." Weidun replied.

"Oh? Wait? Why?" Jia Chi frowned slightly.

"I guess that with General Teller's wisdom and courage, he will definitely find a way to leave the enemy camp, so I have arranged personnel in advance to support him." Wei Dun replied.

Jia Chi nodded and said, "You are right in making this arrangement. You have been traveling day and night to deliver the letter, and you must be tired. Go and take a rest for half a day. Come back in the evening. I have arrangements for you."

"Yes!" Wei Dun bowed and agreed.

After Wei Dun left, Jia Chi read the letter carefully again, and a smile slowly appeared on his face...

The reason why he could still laugh when his most beloved son fell into the hands of the enemy was because Jiachi felt that it was worth it to capture Teller. It was simply too worth it.

Teller wrote three things in his personal letter. In addition to his capture and Wulai's ransom request, he also told his father Jiachi: "... the army confronting me is not the Assyrian army, but the private army led by Mondowoye, which is well-armored and well-trained... Mondowoye's private army has now divided its troops into an ambush, forming a triangular pincer attack with the Kayked garrison. If our army breaks through the gap and marches into Kayked City, it will inevitably be surrounded and attacked from three sides..."

"…The army currently defending the gap is the Salt Marsh Army led by General Wuleglindo. This army is a local army with good combat power but a small number of people. General Wuleglindo was dissatisfied with the Salt Marsh Army being used as bait by the Woye Army, so he told me about the Woye Army's ambush plan. The implication is self-evident. I think that the Woye Army has a long supply line and has an average relationship with the garrison in Kayikede City. Under the current situation, it is better to maintain a confrontation across the river..."

Seeing this, Jia Chi could not help but nodded again. Confrontation across the river meant containment - we were the attacking side, and if we did not withdraw one day, the enemy would not dare to leave. Even after we left, they would have to stay for a while, such as restoring the stone wall that originally existed in the gap but was destroyed because of this battle.

Now Jia Chi is happy to play the game of containment. If half a month ago all he was thinking about was how to break through the enemy's defense line, then since the day before yesterday, what he has been thinking about most is how to preserve his strength.

The reason why Jiachi had such a big change of mind was that the situation in the Hulite territory was about to undergo earth-shaking changes, and as long as he could seize the opportunity, he could gain huge benefits from this change.

If he wants to seize the opportunity, he naturally needs soldiers on hand, but before this change comes, Jia Chi cannot let others get the handle of being passive and lazy into the hands of others. At least he has to make others think that he is still attacking.

Now everything is going smoothly, although there is a small flaw - Teller has fallen into the hands of others, but that doesn't matter, because the other party has already quoted a price, as long as you do as the other party says, for Jiachi, five million gold coins are nothing, five thousand people are nothing, and five thousand sets of armaments are no problem at all. Anyway, it doesn't mean that he must give good stuff.

After making all the arrangements in the afternoon, Jia Chi handed the reply to Wei Dun in the evening, and gave him some instructions. At the end, he reiterated: "The Supreme Council's Supervisory Group will visit the various legions in the next few days. Don't let them see any clues. Do you understand?"

Wei Dun nodded solemnly. All the major territories had the practice of forming supervisory groups to conduct inspections during wartime, and they would never just go through the motions. If a certain legion was found to be slack or doing something fishy during the inspection, the consequences would not be too serious, but it would definitely be troublesome to deal with.

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On this day, Teller took his two "male concubines" to wander around the camp again - after a few days, the figures of the three people wandering around in circles, each dragging a pair of shackles, had become a unique scenery in the camp. Wu Lai was too lazy to pay attention to them. Anyway, the captives had been taken away by the garrison in Kayikede City, and someone was sent to monitor the three people. They could wander around as they pleased.

However, Teller was a little bored. Woolley's camp seemed fresh at first, but it became the same after watching it for a long time. Moreover, it seemed empty all day long, which easily gave him an illusion that there were only a hundred or so people stationed here.

Just when Teller stopped beside a small haystack near the forest, preparing to have something happen with his two male concubines, a group of figures suddenly ran out of the woods near the haystack. Teller, who was almost frightened, took a closer look and could not take his eyes away.

Who are these people? Aren't they dressed so strangely? Teller stared at the black figures running past him, wondering in his heart.

He was wearing black clothes and a black cloak, with a brown-black mask on his face. However, the mask was made very realistically, and looked like a real face, haggard and expressionless.

The leather boots of these people were also very strange. Not only did the uppers cover half of their calves, but they were also decorated with copper buckles and leather straps. There seemed to be a small scabbard attached to the sides of the boots. In addition to the leather boots, leather armor, leather gloves, and leather elbow pads, what attracted Teller the most was the leather boxes these people were carrying. They were two elbows long and one and a half elbows wide, like a weapon box, but it was hard to guess what kind of weapons were inside...

"Young Marshal, who are they?" a "male concubine" couldn't help but ask.

Teller shook his head blankly.

The people who came were naturally the Daishan team, but now their number has increased a lot. The leader this time is still Pu Ya - she brought 196 Daishan teenagers, accounting for about 65% of the Daishan team.

"Pu Ya greets the young master." Pu Ya bowed and reported loudly, "After receiving the young master's letter, Bai Shi Lou immediately prepared the supplies the young master needs. This time, I brought a total of 196 members of the Daishan team, ten 'Hunters', a thousand bundles of crossbows totaling 12,000 arrows, and 200 sets of leather armor and weapons."

Wu Lai nodded: "Okay, you guys came faster than I thought. How is the battle going at Hongguwan Fortress?"

"The battle is fierce. The Assyrian army has a slight advantage, but both sides have suffered heavy casualties," Puya replied.

"How about Vulture? You don't blame me for pulling you away from him, right?" Wu Lai asked with a smile again.

"He's fine." Pu Ya pursed her lips, and her cheeks suddenly flushed. "It's our duty to obey the young master's orders."

"Well, I won't keep you long this time. You should go back to accompany him in a few days. Hurry up and give birth to a little vulture. Then, I will give you two a big gift." Wu Lai laughed and said.

"Thank you, young master." Pu Ya bowed with a smile and said, "Young master, I brought Caesar with me this time. Vulture said that he has been trained enough to be your personal guard."

"Caesar? Where is he?" Wu Lai was stunned for a moment, then he was happy in his heart. Caesar was one year older than him and was the descendant of slaves in the Glyndwr Manor. He had been loyal to Wu Lai since he was a child. Although he was not very smart, he was stronger than anyone else. When Wu Lai left Seneca to go to the Assyrian Citizens' College, Caesar was still working as a helper in the mill. But the last time Wu Lai returned to Seneca, Vulture told him that Caesar had the potential to become an excellent heavy armored guard. Wu Lai immediately agreed to let Caesar go to Daishan for training. It had been a long time since the two had seen each other.

"He is carrying his heavy armor on his back, so he walks slowly, but he will be here soon." Pu Ya had just finished saying that when Caesar's muffled voice was heard outside the tent.

"Master, I am Caesar."

"Come in quickly!" As soon as Wu Lai finished speaking, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a big man bent over and came in.

"Young Master." After Caesar came in and shouted this, he began to laugh so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.

The moment he saw Caesar clearly, Wu Lai was a little stunned. He found that the silly boy in front of him seemed to have grown up to the extent that he needed to look up at him without realizing it - he had grown a lot taller and was almost half a body taller than Wu Lai. According to the height calculation unit that Wu Lai was familiar with, Caesar was now at least two meters and three meters tall.

What does 2.3 meters mean? It is a few centimeters taller than Yao Ming, the basketball star in Wu Lai's last memory.

Compared with Yao Ming, Caesar's appearance was a little disappointing to Wu Lai. His big face was covered with untidy beard and he could hardly guess where his lips were. His long hair was messy and over his shoulders and there was no trace of elegance. Instead, he looked like a big brush. Apart from that, his physical strength was far beyond Wu Lai's imagination. Not to mention anything else, his upper arms alone were enough to rival Wu Lai's waist.

"Caesar, have you eaten any rare treasures?" Wu Lai stood on tiptoe and patted Caesar's shoulder and asked.

Caesar had no idea what "treasures from heaven and earth" were, and seeing that Wu Lai was very happy, he started to giggle foolishly again.

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"Master, he is a big eater. He can eat the amount for eight people in one meal." Pu Ya said with a smile.

"Luckily you are with the young master. If you were still at Glyndwr Manor, you would have starved to death." Wu Lai said with a laugh and waved his hand, "Caesar, put down your box. You are sweating all over your forehead. Don't catch a cold."

"Okay." Caesar nodded with a smile, and his hands loosened. With a loud bang, the box on his back fell heavily to the ground, and the things inside were scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, it fell again." Caesar quickly squatted down to pick it up.

"Caesar, be careful." Puya said as she helped pick up the things. "I've told you so many times, handle it with care and don't break it."

"My goodness, Caesar, how heavy are these..." Wu Lai was shocked when he saw the armor, shields, and buckles whose specifications and dimensions exceeded those of ordinary ones.

"I don't know." Caesar shook his head as he picked up the things.

"A full set of clothing including the shield weighs about four thousand shekels. This weight takes into account the fact that Caesar will need to run and fight with weapons." Puya answered on behalf of Caesar.

Four thousand shekels? Wu Lai was surprised. That was a weight of 120 kilograms. He had to run and fight with weapons. He was simply a human tank.

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Howell became a little confused because there had been no movement in Woolley's defense zone for several days, which was obviously abnormal. If the enemy no longer attacked from here, the Woye Army's garrison would become a foil to other battlefields, and he would not be able to complete the mission given by Lord Gosmondo.

In addition to the enemy's silence, Wu Lai seemed to be causing trouble for him - this guy actually began to slowly repair the stone wall, and came to borrow soldiers every now and then, saying that there was a big gap in manpower and hoped to lend a helping hand for the sake of the friendly army.

Howell never agreed once, but Wu Lei knew from the beginning that he would not agree, because Wu Lei was just making a gesture and really had no intention of repairing the stone wall to a usable level.

One day, Howell had just walked into the tent when he received a report from a scout: "General Howell, the enemy is attacking the Salt Marsh Army's defense zone."

"Really?" Howell's eyes lit up. "How many enemy troops are there?"

"More than twenty ships, about five or six hundred people," the scout replied.

"Five or six hundred? So few?" Howell frowned slightly, thinking that with such a small number of people, how dare the enemy charge in the daytime? Could it be that the enemy has other intentions?

The scout actually had the same question, but his task was not to think or analyze, but to observe and report: "General, we can see clearly that there are only five or six hundred people, and their equipment is very ordinary."

"Really?" Howell naturally had lost interest at this moment, and waved his hand, "Continue to observe." These days he simply set up observation posts in Wu Lai's defense zone, under the pretext of "providing convenience for timely assistance", but in fact he wanted to obtain detailed and accurate intelligence as soon as possible.

"As you command!" The scout nodded and bowed. Before he could stand up straight, another scout's report came from outside the tent: "General Howell, the battle in the Salt Marsh Army's defense zone is over."

End? Howell was startled, wondering if the hundreds of enemy troops had retreated on their own initiative. Just as he was thinking this, the assistant officer beside him had called in the scouts outside the tent.

"What happened? Tell me in detail." Howell said.

"Yes! General Howell, the battle in the Salt Marsh Army's defense zone has ended. Except for more than 20 enemy soldiers who escaped, the rest have all been captured. Only a few people in the Salt Marsh Army were slightly injured." The scout reported loudly.

"What?!" Howell suspected that he had heard it wrongly, "You, you didn't see it wrongly."

"Reporting to the General, I definitely did not see it wrong!"