During this confrontation, the two armies did not even talk to each other.

It is said that the best military operation is to attack their enemies' plans, the next best is to destroy their alliances; not fighting is the highest level of warfare. However, the Han and Jin peoples had a deep blood feud with each other, and the grievances had been accumulated for more than a hundred years. This battle was destined to be a life-and-death one.

While Guangning was waiting for reinforcements, he spared no effort in preparing for war.

Yan Sikong knew that he should not show up, so he disguised himself in front of people and went in and out as Shen Hexuan's follower. Although Shen Hexuan still sent people to follow him closely, he did not restrict his movements in Guangning City. However, there were two places he never dared to go to, one was the execution ground, and the other was the old house of the Yuan family.

However, his enemies did not give him time to feel hurt. They soon received intelligence that Zhuoletai was drawing water from the Huangshui River to make ice, producing truckloads of large ice blocks.

Catapults are commonly used in sieges, but quarrying stones is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the available resources are also limited. Ice is different. Not only is it convenient to transport, it is also lighter than stone and inexhaustible.

No wonder Zhuoletai wanted to cross the Huangshui River before it froze. He wanted to occupy the Huangshui River.

After hearing the news, several people had different opinions.

Liang Huiyong said: "It is easier to get ice than stone, but ice is not as hard as stone. I have built layer after layer of ice on the outer wall of Guangning with water, which has formed a thick layer of ice. If the ice cubes fly over, they can only break the ice wall at most, but not the stone wall."

Shen Hexuan pondered and said, "That being said, ice is not as hard as stone. How could Zhuoletai not know that? Maybe he made ice not just for throwing."

Yan Sikong rolled his eyes and said, "The walls of Guangning are built with a mixture of bricks and stones. The water in the slurry is exposed to alternating hot and cold temperatures over a period of time, which can easily cause the bricks to crack. If Zhuoletai first throws ice stones and then attacks with kerosene and artillery, the walls may not be as strong as before."

"Yeah..." Liang Huiyong frowned and said, "These barbarians have only known how to build tents and fences all their lives. How could they take advantage of the weakness of our city wall?"

Yan Sikong sneered: "Han Zhaoxing is a despicable beast. He was incompetent and shameless when he led the troops. He became a dog of the Jin people, but he worked so hard."

"You killed all nine of his clans, he will definitely want revenge." Shen Hexuan narrowed his eyes, "This villain can't be atoneed for his sins even if he is cut into pieces."

Liang Huiyong also said bitterly: "He has brought disaster to Liaodong."

Fu Zhanqing asked worriedly, "If Zhuoletai really uses ice and fire to attack the city, is there a way to break it?"

Shen Hexuan shook his head: "No. It is hard to predict how long Guangning City can hold out."

Yan Sikong said solemnly: "I'm afraid there is another bad thing about this method of attacking the city."

"What?"

"When ice blocks hit the wall, they break and fall below. If enough ice blocks are piled up, they will become a natural ladder."

Liang Huiyong's face changed: "And it's easier to climb than a ladder."

Several people fell silent.

After a while, Liang Huiyong sighed heavily: "After twenty years, Zhuoletai really came prepared. If the Wolf King does not send reinforcements, Guangning might..."

"We have also made adequate preparations." Yan Sikong's eyes flashed coldly, "Twenty years ago, Guangning, with its few soldiers and isolated city, was not afraid of him. Twenty years later, Guangning, with its strong city and powerful soldiers, will not be afraid of him either. We will definitely defend Liaodong."

——

"Is there any news?" Feng Ye asked Xiang Yuannanyu anxiously.

"We have sent three groups of people to investigate, but there is still no result." Yuan Nanyu was also a little nervous. "Based on the current intelligence, we cannot confirm that the man is my second brother."

"It must be him." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "I can feel it, it must be him."

"General Guangning has just sent another military report, most likely asking for help." Yuan Nanyu handed it to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye held the letter in his hand anxiously: "Liaodong is not far from the capital, why is there no news for so long?"

"There is no time to rush now, we can only wait." Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice, "The court can't mobilize troops now, what should Liaoning do?"

"Don't worry, I can't just sit back and watch Liaodong, but now..." Feng Ye said solemnly, "If we send troops rashly, it will give Chen Yi an opportunity to take advantage. Zhuoletai hasn't attacked yet, so we need to hold our troops." As he said that, he opened the military report in his hand.

The several letters for help he had received before were all filled with great details about the benefits and disadvantages, just to persuade him to send troops, but this time the letter was only a thin piece of paper.

Feng Ye's heart tensed up. Could it be that Zhuoletai had already attacked the city? He quickly unfolded the letter, and then froze. There were only two big words on the letter: Save me.

The writing was vigorous and powerful, like a swimming dragon; just two words were so powerful that they could be seen through the paper, exuding an imposing manner, while the space for the signature was left blank.

Feng Ye stood up suddenly, his hand holding the letter shaking. Yuan Nanyu was startled: "What happened to Guangning?"

"It's him." Feng Ye's face turned pale, and his voice trembled, "It's him."

Yuan Nanyu hurried over, and when he saw the letter, his expression changed drastically: "This is... my second brother's handwriting!"

Feng Ye's eyes suddenly turned red, he held the letter tightly: "It's him, it's really him, hahaha, it's him, it's him..." His breath was all disordered, he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, his heart was filled with intense pain, so painful that he could hardly breathe.

This is Yan Sikong's handwriting. It is a letter Yan Sikong wrote to him.

His space is alive, really alive!

Yuan Nanyu choked up and said, "My second brother is really alive, and he has gone... no, he has returned... home."

Feng Ye staggered back a few steps and sat down in a chair. He said hoarsely, "I forget, am I dreaming?" Time and again, he walked towards Yan Sikong in his dreams, but every time he woke up, it was all empty, as if he had fallen from the clouds into purgatory, with no hope of recovery.

Yuan Nanyu clenched his fists and said, "No, this is really a letter from my second brother. My second brother is in Guangning, in Liaoning. He is waiting for us to rescue him."

Feng Ye tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall: "He is still alive, he is asking me for help, he...he is alive." His Kong'er is alive, and at this moment, this seems to be the only important thing in the world.

"We should have thought that if the second brother was alive, he would never sit idly by and watch the money thieves get their hands on Liaodong." Yuan Nanyu said excitedly, "The second brother valued friendship and loyalty all his life, and he always cared about the people of Liaodong."

Feng Ye stared at the letter, and the calm face of Yan Sikong when they last saw each other appeared in front of him. At that time, did he already have no intention of coming back? At that time, he might have been asking for help in his heart, but he was saying goodbye.

But the last words I said to him were that I hated him...

How sad and desperate he must have been at that time, but I pushed him to the cliff with my own hands.

Feng Ye closed his eyes in pain and whispered, "I will send troops to Liaodong, I will lead the troops myself, and I will go to save him." In this life, he will not allow anyone to hurt Yan Sikong again.

"Wolf King..."

"I won't allow you to!" With a loud shout, Feng Changyue strode into the house, "You can't leave the capital!"

Feng Ye's eyes were filled with determination: "Uncle, I must go there myself."

"You, you did it for a man..." Feng Changyue was so angry that his beard was shaking. "You are now the Wolf King who owns the world, not the arrogant little prince. This matter is serious, how can you be so willful and reckless!"

Feng Ye's face was filled with murderous intent: "I am not doing this just for him. Only if we eliminate the danger in Liaodong can I focus on dealing with Chen Yi. Otherwise, we will be attacked from all sides. How long can we hold out?"

"You obviously did it for him!" Feng Changyue's face turned pale. "You have been entangled with him for ten years, ten years! Do you remember that you already have a family? You have sent your wives and concubines to Datong, and you have ignored them. Your two sons have not even been named since they were born."

"Uncle, please get it for me." Feng Ye said coldly, "Dad is gone, uncle is the boss."

"You..." Feng Changyue pointed at him, "You can't go to Liaodong! We started from humble beginnings and have paid so much to get to where we are today. If you leave the capital, Chen Mi will miss this great opportunity, or if you have any mishap in Liaodong..."

"Uncle." Feng Ye interrupted him, "With you in the capital, Chen Yi will not be able to attack for a while. Liaodong is the gateway to our northern border. Once the city is breached, the danger will be far greater than Chen Yi. Uncle is right. I am doing this for Yan Sikong, but I am also doing this for the people of Liaodong. Even if he is not here, we will send troops to rescue Liaodong sooner or later."

"I never said I wouldn't save Liaodong, but you don't have to go there yourself." Feng Changyue said in a sharp voice, "You are the Wolf King!"

"Yes, I am the Wolf King." Feng Ye stared at Feng Changyue sharply, "I want to go there myself."

Feng Changyue froze. Feng Ye's sharp eyes were staring at him like a wolf. His aura was so overwhelming, like an invisible blade. He kissed his neck, making his scalp numb.

"I'll leave the capital to my uncle." Feng Ye stood up, "Quewang, organize the troops."

Yuan Nanyu said loudly: "Yes."

——

Yan Sikong had been uneasy for a few days since he received the news that Feng Ye was going to lead his troops to Liaodong. He thought that the situation in the court was unstable and Feng Ye would not leave the capital without permission. He would most likely send Yuan Nanyu. However, he did not expect...

But he quickly calmed himself down. Since he asked Feng Ye for help, the two of them would have to meet each other sooner or later. What difference would it make if it happened earlier or later?

However, there was one person who reacted much more strongly than him after receiving the news, and that was Shen Hexuan.

Feng Ye had been ambushed by Shen Hexuan in Taiyuan, where he suffered heavy casualties and was humiliated. If he came to Liaoning in person, how could he let Shen Hexuan go?

So Shen Hexuan decided to leave.

Shen Hexuan was not willing to let Yan Sikong go just like that, and Yan Sikong was not willing to let Shen Hexuan go just like that. Unfortunately, they were both in Liang Huiyong's territory and could not do anything.

Before leaving, Shen Hexuan left one sentence: We each have our own master, and we will still be enemies when we meet again.

Yan Sikong gave Shen Hexuan a painting and asked him to open it after leaving, and then watched them leave the city.

Fu Zhanqing hesitated several times to speak, and finally walked away with a lonely look on his face.

——

A few days after Shen Hexuan left, the Wolf King arrived in Liaodong with an army of 70,000.

Liang Huiyong and other Liaodong officers and generals all came out of Guangning to welcome him. Yan Sikong did not go, but he could imagine what the scene was like.

Twenty years ago, the then Liaodong official had welcomed Feng Ye's father in Guangning, and he and Yuan Nanyu hid on the city wall and watched secretly, looking at the majestic King Jingyuan, the Feng family wolf flag fluttering in the wind, and the little boy drooling as he slept on the horse's back.

That was the first time he met Feng Ye. He never thought that the two of them would be entangled for half their lives.

Yan Sikong sat in the house, quietly roasting a fire, sipping tea, waiting for Feng Ye and Yuan Nanyu.

What will happen when Feng Ye sees him?

In any case, it has nothing to do with him.

To him, the past filled with love, hate and obsession seemed as distant as the things of the previous life. He had let it go, and it would be best if Feng Ye could let it go as well.

There was a chaotic and hurried sound of footsteps outside the door. Yan Sikong's bright eyes flashed and he stared at the orange-red charcoal fire without blinking.

The next moment, the door was pushed open roughly.

A gust of cold wind blew into the house, making people shiver violently. Yan Sikong turned his head and looked at the tall man in a cloak. He had a handsome face, martial arts that could move mountains and rivers, and power that could change the world. He was the real number one in the world today - Wolf King Feng Ye.

Feng Ye also looked at Yan Sikong. He was dressed in plain white clothes, had a thin figure, and a face as handsome as jade. He was so calm, and his pair of dark eyes seemed to be able to absorb everything in the world, making it impossible to look away.

Feng Ye took a few steps closer stiffly. He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he could not make any sound. He was afraid to make any sound. He didn't even dare to move forward. He was afraid that the person in front of him was an illusion and would disappear without a trace if he disturbed him.

So many days and nights of deep longing, so many times of regret and despair, so many midnight dreams, the wolf king who used to be a master of the world in front of people could only allow himself to be torn apart by pain and eaten by leeches. Until now, he couldn't believe that the person he was haunting in his dreams was really right in front of him.

Yan Sikong put down his teacup, stood up, glanced at Feng Ye indifferently, and bowed slowly: "I have met the Wolf King."