Chapter 388: Nanzhao Kingdom and Beidi really have big appetites!
Upon hearing this, the young man beside him shouted excitedly, "The Regent has brought his troops to quell the rebellion. We don't have to worry about Fengcheng being captured by the rebels. We don't have to leave our homeland anymore."
As the young man shouted, more and more people gathered on the street. The people of Dongyao Kingdom naturally knew the reputation of the Regent. When they saw him coming, smiles appeared on their faces.
An old man said, "Great! The Regent has arrived. We don't have to leave our homeland anymore."
Lan Xiyue mounted her horse, and the group left Qingcheng in a mighty procession and headed towards Fengcheng.
Qingcheng is only a day's journey away from Fengcheng, and they can arrive before dark.
On the other side of Fengcheng, Mo Jicang paced anxiously in his tent, his eyes filled with determination and fierceness. "We must capture Fengcheng before nightfall!" he growled, as if pouring out all his anger and resentment.
Fu Shenxing stood quietly by the side. He sighed softly and advised, "Young Master, don't worry. This Fengcheng is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we continue to attack like this, we will only sacrifice more soldiers. Moreover, the scouts sent a message by carrier pigeon that Mo Liyuan has already led his troops to Qingcheng..."
Mo Jicang paused upon hearing this. He suddenly looked at Fu Shenxing, his eyes flickering with resentment and struggle. "Master Fu, what should we do? Mo Liyuan has brought his troops. Doesn't that mean we have no chance of winning?"
Fu Shenxing was silent for a moment, his eyes became deep and complicated. The arrival of Regent Mo Liyuan made their chances of winning even slimmer.
Fu Shenxing frowned, his gaze deep as he gazed at the map before him. "Young Master," he said slowly, "At this point, we have no choice but to retreat to Yamen Mountain. The terrain is difficult to defend, even if Mo Liyuan leads the troops himself, it would be difficult to conquer. We can retreat first, recuperate, and make plans in the spring of next year."
Upon hearing this, Mo Jicang clenched his fists unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Fu, I won't give up! We are just one step away from taking Fengcheng, and we can march straight into the capital and fulfill our ancestors' wishes!" His eyes flashed with unwillingness and anger.
Fu Shenxing shook his head lightly and sighed, his tone filled with a sense of vicissitudes and helplessness: "The spies reported that Mo Liyuan has personally led a hundred thousand soldiers of the Mohist Army. The Mohist Army is brave and good at fighting. To confront them head-on is like hitting a rock with an egg. The chances of winning are slim. We must find another strategy."
Just as the two were pondering, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the tent.
"Report!" A soldier rushed in, knelt on the ground, and said anxiously, "Master, Master Fu, envoys from Nanzhao and Beidi have arrived outside the tent. They want to see you, Master."
Mo Jicang and Fu Shenxing looked at each other, and a hint of doubt flashed in their eyes.
What on earth were the envoys from these two countries visiting at this moment? Could it be that… Fu Shenxing’s eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope: “Young Master, perhaps, our chance has come.”
Mo Jicang's eyes flickered slightly, as if he understood something: "Mr. Fu, what you mean is..."
Fu Shenxing smiled slightly, and that smile contained deep meaning and wisdom: "Young master, why not meet these two envoys first and listen to their purpose? Perhaps they can bring us an unexpected turn of events."
Mo Jicang nodded slightly when he heard this, then stood up and walked to the table and sat down. "Let the envoys from Nanzhao and Beidi come in."
The soldier responded, stood up and walked quickly out of the tent.
Soon, two envoys dressed in exotic costumes walked into the tent. They had smiles on their faces, but there was a hint of subtle cunning in their eyes.
"Haha, the eldest prince!" The two of them said in unison, clasping their fists and bowing to Mo Jicang who was sitting at the top.
Mo Jicang raised his hand lightly, a faint smile on his lips, "The two envoys have come from afar, and I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. Please take a seat."
Zhao Shengguang and Yelu Da looked at each other, and walked aside and sat down tacitly.
"What are the envoys from Nanzhao and Beidi coming here together?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shengguang, the Nanzhao envoy, shook his head, his smile carrying a hint of meaning: "We are on this trip precisely to seek an ally with whom we can work together, and the eldest prince is the best candidate in our minds."
Beidi Yeluda also laughed, his voice bright and heroic. "Indeed, the eldest prince is a rare talent. We firmly believe that only under his leadership can the Dongyao Kingdom achieve greater glory and prosperity. Grand Prince, we can lend you a helping hand."
Mo Jicang's heart moved, but his face remained calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled faintly, "Oh?"
Zhao Shengguang slowly took out a map from his arms, stood up and walked to the desk, and gently spread it out.
On the map, mountains, rivers, cities and fortresses are all in sight, and several key points are marked with bright red circles.
"Grand Prince, please look," Zhao Shengguang tapped his finger on the red circle. "The area circled in red is a place that our Nanzhao Kingdom has long coveted. If your Majesty wishes, these places will belong to our Nanzhao Kingdom, and our Nanzhao Kingdom will certainly lend a helping hand."
Yelu Da was not willing to be left behind. He also took out a map from his sleeve, strode to the desk, placed it side by side with Zhao Shengguang's map, and then slowly unfolded it.
"As for our Beidi, the First Prince is well aware that our land is barren and we must pay tribute of large quantities of cattle and sheep to Dongyao every year. In winter, our people suffer from hunger and cold. But if we Beidi fully support the First Prince in ascending the throne of Dongyao, the First Prince will cede this fertile land to us Beidi and exempt us from the annual tribute."
Mo Jicang's face darkened instantly, his eyes like torches scanning the red circles on the two maps, and he snorted in his heart. Nanzhao Kingdom and Beidi actually joined forces to put forward such harsh conditions to him at this moment. They really have a big appetite!
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