Chapter 536: Retaliation

Latest website: "Great Khan, now we only need to wait quietly for smallpox to break out in Yanguan. Within three months, Yanguan, and even Yanzhou, will be a dead land." Wulanba's face was twisted, and the cruel smile in his eyes could almost spill out.

He had never forgotten the scene of the Xuelang Tribe being buried in the sea, nor had he forgotten the humiliation of being locked in the Yan Commandery prison.

His hatred was no less than his Great Khan's, perhaps even more.

"Die! Let them all die! This is the price for provoking me, Wulanba." In his heart, Wulanba screamed crazily.

Tiemuta looked at his father and brother standing together, and suddenly felt a bitter taste in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, it had always been like this.

His father always gave him the dirtiest, most exhausting work.

While Wulanba, relying only on a glib tongue, could make the Great Khan laugh heartily without having to do anything.

Regarding this, he was dissatisfied in his heart, but he never dared to show it.

In Beidi, no one could question the majesty of the Khan, just as the Imperial Princes of Great Song could not question their Emperor.

Yet he was like an unloved child, always wanting to perform better to win the attention of his parents.

But in the end, he realized that his parents' favoritism had nothing to do with his efforts.

"Great Khan, the one who has fought north and south all these years, risking life and death for you, is me." Tiemuta felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He did not want to stay on the city wall any longer, so he turned and walked down.

Wulanba noticed Tiemuta's departure, but he did not remind his Great Khan.

"Right, now we just need to wait." Mule Hongzhen patted Wulanba on the shoulder, his demeanor relaxed.

Let Yanguan fall into chaos!

Next, he only needed to prepare the army to take over Yanguan.

Yanguan.

Zhao Xu came down from the city wall and ordered Mo Yu to burn the arrows that the Beidi Cavalry had shot onto the ramparts.

At the same time, he ordered Mo Yu to select an encampment area specifically for the soldiers who had climbed the city wall to stay, and to prevent them from coming into contact with soldiers who had not received the cowpox inoculation for fifteen days.

After fifteen days, the smallpox virus would basically be dead, and they would no longer pose a danger.

"Is Your Highness preparing to return?" Seeing Zhao Xu give so many instructions.

Mo Yu realized something; he was truly a bit reluctant.

Being with Yan Wang, he was never bored, because Yan Wang would always say things that surprised him from time to time, using obscure and interesting words.

"What I should teach you, I have taught. The rest, you should be able to handle," Zhao Xu said. "Next, in order to deal a heavy blow to Beidi, I still need to prepare some things."

Liu Fu was already breeding cows with cowpox.

The remaining inoculation matters could be handled by Hu Yan and Shi Zhengui.

He believed this batch of bred pox-cows should be enough for the soldiers of the Prince's Personal Army to be inoculated.

Afterward, there would be Zhou Yi and the others, as well as Yang Zhen's Ningjin Army.

Further on, he could consider letting officials, merchants, and the common people be inoculated.

However, that would require a process.

Mo Yu nodded; the things Yan Wang had to consider were far more than his own.

Of course, most importantly, Yan Wang still had to implement the next plan to get Beidi to take the bait.

After giving Mo Yu a few more instructions, Zhao Xu mounted his horse and headed toward Yancheng under the protection of Xu Lie.

Two days later, he returned to the Prince's Mansion.

"Your Highness!"

Just as Zhao Xu set foot, Chang Wei arrived at the gate of the Prince's Mansion on horseback.

After dismounting, he walked to Zhao Xu in two or three steps, staring at Zhao Xu and looking him up and down, "Has Your Highness grown pustules?"

"Of course, now I am full of vigor." Zhao Xu also looked at Chang Wei, and seeing the scars left by the scabs of the pustules on the back of his hand, he smiled lightly, "You were inoculated too?"

"Your Highness was the first, and this general was the second," Chang Wei chuckled, "After arriving at the Lengbao, I had Hu Yan inoculate me."

Zhao Xu nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, it seems you, this great general, still have some awareness."

"That is only natural; following Your Highness, one must always make some progress." Chang Wei's demeanor was relaxed.

But in his heart, he felt a bit uneasy; when pustules grew on his body, he had been quite frightened.

After all, the appearance of this thing really looked like smallpox.

The two talked as they walked, and Chang Wei told him about the Beidi sending cavalry to shoot arrows at the ramparts of the Lengbao.

Zhao Xu nodded.

This Beidi attack was along the entire Yanzhou line.

However, they had ultimately wasted their efforts.

"You came at the right time. I will let you see the new type of firearm later, as well as the plan against Beidi," Zhao Xu said.

Arriving at the bedchamber, he changed his clothes and drank some tea.

Then he went with Chang Wei to the Armory Bureau.

"Wang Ying! Where is the rifled musket? Hurry up and bring it out."

When the Prince's Mansion soldiers arrived, Chang Wei became excited upon learning there was a new type of firearm.

On the way, he kept questioning Zhao Xu, and Zhao Xu told him about the rifled musket.

As soon as they arrived at the Armory Bureau, Chang Wei was impatient; he grabbed Wang Ying's sleeve and dragged him to find the rifled musket.

Wang Ying rolled his eyes, but he knew that once Chang Wei saw a new firearm, he couldn't move and would turn into a rogue, so he could only follow him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Before long, a series of rhythmic gunshots rang out in the Drill Ground.

After a while, Chang Wei's unbridled laughter rang out across the Drill Ground.

Zhao Xu had already witnessed the power of the Rifled Musket last time, so he did not go.

But inside the Rifled Musket Workshop, he could still hear Chang Wei's voice.

Then, Chang Wei's laughter drew closer and closer.

He and Wang Ying also arrived at the Rifled Musket Workshop.

"Your Highness, this Rifled Musket is too formidable; it can kill from two hundred meters away. If we were to engage the Northern Di Infantry, we would surely make them cry for their mothers and fathers. Even against Cavalry, by relying on the Chariot Formation, we could inflict heavy losses on them," Chang Wei shouted.

During this period, he had been patrolling between the Lengbao and Yanguan.

The Northern Di had relocated two million Xiliang people over and stationed a large army at the Ningjin Dusi; it was impossible for him not to be nervous.

After all, as long as a gap was opened in the Yanzhou defensive line, the Northern Di Cavalry could drive straight in and plunder the entire Yanzhou.

Although their firearms were powerful, two legs could not outrun four legs.

As long as the Northern Di Cavalry did not engage them in a head-on battle and only plundered everywhere, they would have no way to stop them.

Therefore, he dreamed of driving the Northern Di out of the Ningjin Dusi.

In this way, the Yanzhou front line would be secure.

Zhao Xu stared at the two additional Steam Engines.

During the time he went to Yanguan, Wang Chong and the others had built two small Steam Engines.

Now the number of lathes was sufficient, and the next step was simply to ramp up production capacity.

Expressing satisfaction with this, he pulled the still-excited Chang Wei to one side.

Just as he had said to Mo Yu, the Northern Di's vicious actions this time were unforgivable.

So in his heart, he had already devised a trap.

And this trap required the entire Prince's Personal Army, and even the whole of Yanzhou, to cooperate.

Didn't the Northern Di want the people of Yanzhou to die out so they could take Yanzhou for nothing?

Then he would put on a realistic play for the Northern Di.

Not only to make the Northern Di believe it, but also to make the powerful clans believe that Yanzhou was suffering from a plague.