Chapter 300 Deep Behind Enemy Lines
He Xun's breathing paused for a moment.
ten years.
What arrogant words!
The people of Ule are fierce and nomadic, moving from place to place like water and grass, and their frequent disturbances are a major threat to Dasheng.
Many renowned generals and scholars, after exhausting their entire lives, only sought temporary peace and stability.
And this young man in front of me, barely in his early twenties, dares to make such a boast?
"General Zhou."
He Xun's voice deepened eight octaves, carrying a hint of scrutinizing authority, "There is no joking in the military."
"This humble general is willing to sign a military pledge."
Zhou Congxian's voice was not loud, but every word was firm and resounding, like metal and stone falling to the ground.
He did not flinch in the slightest, and calmly met He Xun's probing gaze.
In those deep eyes, there was no arrogance, no frivolity, only a bottomless calm and confidence.
It was as if he wasn't making a boastful statement, but rather acknowledging a fact that was about to happen.
Zhou Congxian stepped forward, his slender fingers landing on the sand table.
"General He, please take a look."
His fingertip drew an invisible line between the location of the Ule royal court and the location where Prince Bucha had gathered his troops.
"Internal strife in Uller is true."
"It is true that the prince has gathered troops and intends to invade our border."
"These two things seem contradictory, but they are actually two sides of the same coin."
Zhou Congxian spoke at a steady pace, his thoughts were frighteningly clear.
"Unbeknownst to him, the prince is ambitious and wants to seize the throne, but his foundation is unstable. He needs an external victory to consolidate his prestige and deter other allied banners."
"And for me, launching a large-scale military campaign is undoubtedly the best choice."
“Once he wins, he can use the momentum of his great victory and his military achievements to command the various tribes. At that time, the royal court will be isolated and helpless, and the throne will be within his grasp.”
He Xun's brows furrowed tightly.
He had naturally thought of these things as well.
This is why he is so worried.
If they fail to realize that a unified and highly aggressive Ule Kingdom will be a nightmare for the Great Sheng for the next hundred years, then they will be in danger.
"And what is your plan?" He Xun asked in a deep voice.
A faint smile curved at the corner of Zhou Congxian's lips, a smile that carried a hint of shrewdness and strategic brilliance.
"To cut off the fuel supply from under the cauldron."
He uttered four words.
"He doesn't realize he wants military merit; we'll refuse to give it to him."
"He thought we would be on the defensive, so we took the initiative to attack."
"But his target was Yumen, while our real target was not him."
Zhou Congxian's finger suddenly turned on the sand table, pointing precisely in another direction.
A remote and seemingly insignificant allied banner, far from the main battlefield.
"This is the tribe of the deceased Khan's relatives."
"It was also a place to secretly cultivate confidants and accumulate power."
"It was also the place she arranged to meet us."
Zhou Congxian raised his eyes and stared intently at He Xun.
"General He, this humble general requests permission to take command."
"Please, General, lead the army in a frontal assault, making a great show of force to draw all of Prince Bucha's attention."
"And I only need three thousand light cavalry."
"A thousand-mile raid, bypassing the unsuspecting main force, and striking straight into their rear!"
"Not to kill the enemy, but for one thing—"
He paused, his voice carrying a chilling, warlike quality.
"Escort Princess Yalan's son back to the royal court and onto the throne!"
He Xun stared at Zhou Congxian in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Sending three thousand light cavalry deep behind enemy lines—is that any different from sending them to their deaths?
The Ule Grassland is their home ground. Once discovered, even three thousand people won't be able to make a ripple!
“You…” He Xun was about to speak in rebuttal.
Zhou Congxian seemed to see through his thoughts and presented Princess Yalan's handwritten letter with both hands.
"General He, please read this letter."
"The letter detailed the route she had planned for us, all the supply points along the way, and the list of allied flags willing to meet us."
“Princess Yalan is a princess of Dasheng and the queen of Wule. The Khan is dead. If her son cannot ascend to the throne, how could Bucha let her and her child go?”
“Princess Yalan has already paved a path for us.”
"She's risked everything, why shouldn't we?"
He Xun took the letter and scanned it quickly.
The letter contained a detailed and meticulously planned route.
If successful, Dasheng will gain a new king of Wule who submits without bloodshed.
After a long while, He Xun slowly raised his head.
He looked at Zhou Congxian, whose young and unfamiliar face held a pair of eyes that seemed to have been known for a long time, as steady as a mountain.
"This plan is far too dangerous," He Xun said in a hoarse voice.
“Wealth and honor are always sought amidst danger,” Zhou Congxian replied decisively.
Are you confident?
"Ten percent."
Zhou Congxian answered without the slightest hesitation.
He Xun closed his eyes.
Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
"good!"
"Issue my order: the entire army assembles and marches towards Yumen!"
...
The capital city.
Zhuque Avenue was already completely packed with people.
The magnificent carriage moved slowly forward amidst the clamor and discussions.
Sister Guo sat upright in the carriage, her posture ramrod straight. Under the veil, she even deliberately kept her breathing steady and long.
Meng Shilan sat opposite her, her face hidden behind a thin veil, her expression indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Sister Guo, thank you for your hard work."
She spoke softly, breaking the silence in the car.
Sister Guo's voice sounded slightly muffled through the veil.
"Miss Meng, you're too kind. This is just my duty."
"Once we arrive at the manor and complete the wedding ceremony, you may rest in the side hall," Meng Shilan added.
"yes."
After a brief exchange, the car fell silent again.
Meng Shilan's fingertips gently caressed the brocade cushion beside her.
This wedding wasn't just for people in the capital to see.
It was also meant for those enemies lurking in the shadows, eyeing Dasheng with covetous intent.
The carriage traveled along the long street and through the alleys.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it stopped in front of the magnificent gate of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.
The mansion gates were wide open, and a red carpet stretched from inside the gates all the way to the carriage.
Meng Yushan was dressed in a dark red python robe, his hair and beard were all white, yet he was vigorous and imposing without being angry.
Music played loudly.
Meng Shilan was the first to step down from the carriage.
Adorned in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, her radiant beauty accentuated her already stunning features, making her appear so noble that one dared not look directly at her.
She turned around and pulled "Zhou Congxian" out of the car.
The two stood side by side.
One was elegantly dressed in a wedding gown, the other handsome in a red robe.
To outsiders, they were an inexplicably perfect couple.
Meng Shilan led "Zhou Congxian" step by step onto the long red carpet and walked toward the hall.
Her steps were steady and firm.
At this moment, she was neither anyone's concubine nor anyone's appendage.
She was the eldest granddaughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion and the mastermind behind this extraordinary wedding.
Just as the two were about to step into the mansion gate.
A sharp, abrupt sound shattered the festive atmosphere.
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