Chapter 276 I Want Meng Yushan's Head
The snow in Yumen is getting heavier.
The wind was like a knife, and the snow was like ice shards, lashing fiercely at the faces of every border guard.
Enveloped in rage and murderous intent, it seemed poised to devour everything in the world.
The leaden-gray sky hung low, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Inside the commander's tent of the Northwest Camp, the charcoal sparks in the charcoal brazier popped open with a "pop".
The charcoal fire burned brightly, illuminating the inside of the tent.
A huge sand table is placed in the center.
Meng Yushan, dressed in a black casual suit, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the sand table.
Beside him were He Xun, the commander of the reinforcements, and Guo Ziyu, the strategist.
The atmosphere inside the tent was heavy.
"Has everything been arranged?"
His voice was deep and steady, as if the blizzard outside the tent, which was enough to overturn everything, was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.
Guo Ziyu tucked his sleeves in and bowed slightly.
"Don't worry, General."
"The message has already been released."
"They only said that a sudden outbreak of avian disease occurred in our area, and in order to prevent the spread of the disease, all live poultry have been slaughtered and burned."
"In order to appease the people in the city, the army has opened the granaries and distributed food to the people."
He Xun's brows were tightly furrowed.
"In this way, the illusion that our army is running out of food and supplies will be fully created."
"only……"
He glanced at Meng Yushan, a lingering worry in his eyes.
"Elder Meng, isn't this plan... far too dangerous?"
“We pretended that the grain and fodder outside the city were blocked by wind and snow and could not be transported into the pass. We then transferred nearly half of our troops out of the pass to clear the roads under the pretext of ‘opening the road for the people’.”
"This is tantamount to tearing a huge hole in our already insufficient city defenses."
"This is simply... opening the door wide and letting the wolf in."
Upon hearing this, Guo Ziyu's lips curled into a knowing smile.
"General He is mistaken."
"Warfare is based on deception."
"It is precisely because of its danger and its illogicality that the enemy is so convinced of it."
He reached out and pointed to the location of the Red Army's camp on the sand table.
"General Chirong was brave but reckless, and suspicious by nature."
"The more composed we appeared, the less he dared to act rashly."
"But now, we are facing bird disease, food shortages, and the need to divide our forces..."
"A series of blunders left the Northwest Camp, already in a state of utter chaos and unable to take care of itself, right in front of him."
"If he doesn't take action soon, wouldn't even God himself be fed up?"
Zhou Congxian stood behind the screen, holding his breath, his gaze fixed on the sand table through the lattice.
Those deep eyes, though calm, held a hidden sharpness.
In the midst of winter's shortages of food and clothing, this presents both a crisis and an opportunity.
He Xun looked at the sand table in front of him, and then he subconsciously glanced back.
The shadow of the sand table was cast on the screen, but there was nothing there.
Meng Yushan glanced at the alert He Xun, then subtly glanced at the screen.
He then continued.
"He family nephew."
"The half of your troops, after leaving the pass, will detour around Eagle's Beak Cliff and hide there. Once Mu Ta's army enters the pass, you will immediately cover their rear and encircle them."
"What I want is to trap them all and wipe them out in one fell swoop."
When He Xun turned around and saw Old Meng's weathered face, his unease was finally replaced by a surge of pride.
He nodded emphatically.
"good!"
"Then this junior will also take this gamble!"
A faint smile finally appeared on Meng Yushan's lips.
"You all go and get ready."
"yes."
The tent flap swayed a few times, and the tent was empty.
Meng Yushan slumped down and said, "They're all gone. Come out now."
Zhou Congxian slipped out from behind the screen.
He quickly caught Meng Yushan and said, "Lord Meng, let me disguise myself as a soldier and go with General He to cover the rear and encircle the enemy."
Meng Yushan glanced at him and said, "Don't be so eager to stand out. There's still the main event waiting for you."
Zhou Congxian, "The main event?"
Meng Yushan smiled and stopped looking at him.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the thick curtains and reach out to the vast snowfield outside.
"The bait has been cast."
"Now, it's just a matter of which fish will take the bait first."
...
Inside the crimson royal tent.
General Muta threw the lamb leg bone in his hand into the brazier, sending sparks flying.
"What did you say?"
He stared at the scout kneeling below with eyes as big as a bull's.
"That old bastard Meng Yushan sent half of his troops out of the pass to clear snow?"
The scout trembled with fright and quickly replied.
"Absolutely true!"
"I saw it with my own eyes; the procession stretched for miles and marched out of Yumen in a grand procession."
"Moreover...moreover, there was indeed a bird plague outbreak inside the pass, and the stench of roasted chicken and duck was everywhere. The people in the city were in a state of panic, and the Northwest Army had opened the granaries to distribute food!"
Upon hearing this, a deputy general standing next to the wooden tower showed a look of delight.
"General! This is a golden opportunity!"
"Meng Yushan must be delirious from illness! At a time like this, instead of thinking about how to defend the city, he actually dares to divide his troops!"
"We can take advantage of the city's vulnerability and break through Yumen Pass in one fell swoop!"
The wooden tower slammed its fist onto the table, making a loud bang.
"good!"
"Pass on my order! Assemble the entire army!"
"Tonight at midnight, follow me to raze Yumen Pass and capture Meng Yushan alive!"
He seemed to see the dawn of victory.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Muta was unaware that the piece of fat meat he was about to devour was being stared at by another pair of even greedier and more sinister eyes.
The camp of the Ule League Banner Allied Forces.
It's much quieter here than in the scorched camp.
Inside the commander's tent, the newly appointed leader of the alliance, unaware of the danger, was polishing his prized scimitar by the dim light of a lantern.
The blade, like a pool of autumn water, reflected his young and arrogant face.
A man in black appeared silently behind him, like a ghost.
"Alliance Leader."
"The Red Pagoda is ready to be attacked."
The movement, though imperceptible, did not pause in the slightest.
He didn't even turn around.
"Um."
He simply snorted softly through his nose.
The man in black continued.
"Should we... proceed according to the original plan?"
Unbeknownst to them, they finally stopped what they were doing.
He raised the scimitar, brought it close to his eyes, and gently blew on the blade.
The blade emitted a faint "humming" sound.
"That fool, Muta, is nothing more than a pebble I throw out to attract the attention of my prey."
Unbeknownst to him, a cruel smile crept across his lips.
He slowly turned around, his hawk-like eyes gleaming with a cold light in the darkness.
"Shawo League Flag, Boer League Flag, Quda League Flag..."
He muttered the three names under his breath, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible disdain.
“Those old guys, they respect me as the leader of the alliance, but in their hearts, they are still scheming for their own purposes.”
“They are all waiting for me to make a mistake, waiting for me to lose a battle, so that they can openly and legitimately tear up the alliance.”
He snorted coldly.
"They're all a bunch of idiots."
His gaze pierced through the wind and snow, landing on the majestic fortress in the distance.
"Half of the Northwest Camp's troops have been transferred away, and the rest will have to deal with that idiot Muta's all-out attack."
"At this moment, the Northwest Camp is like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out!"
“But my goal has never been this fortified town…”
His finger pointed heavily on the map to the location of the commander's tent in the Northwest Camp.
"I want it."
"It's Meng Yushan's head!"
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