Chapter 558: The Partition

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Just as Mo Yu was feeling emotional, the hearty laughter of Chang Wei reached him.

Although he stayed in the General's Mansion, he had been keeping a close eye on the battle on the city walls.

The enemy troops who launched the night raid were completely annihilated, and he had rushed over.

Seeing Mo Yu, he patted his shoulder heavily, "Well done."

"It was just some small tricks to guard against a night raid; the real credit goes to the firearms and these outer walls of the Lengbao," Mo Yu said.

His mind was very clear; the traps he set were merely the icing on the cake, not the key to victory or defeat in the war.

If the Yanguan soldiers were holding bows, arrows, and Long Blades right now.

Even if they had known about the Northern Di night raid in advance, the subsequent battle would have been extremely difficult, not as easy as it was now.

Chang Wei nodded; he appreciated Mo Yu's attitude of not claiming credit.

Patting his shoulder again, Chang Wei looked toward the boundless night, "Starting tomorrow, Yanguan will be handed over to you. I am going to Leting County to rendezvous with Zhou Yi and wait for the opportunity to take Ning City in one fell swoop."

The strategy for this Ningjin Battle was formulated entirely by him.

There were still many plans to be executed, and he could not stay in Yanguan forever.

Moreover, in his view, Mo Yu's ability was on par with his own.

There was absolutely no problem with handing Yanguan over to him.

Mo Yu naturally understood Chang Wei's plan; the role of Yanguan was merely to consume the Northern Di troops.

The subsequent actions would truly determine the outcome of the war in Ningjin Dusi.

He said: "Just as this subordinate said last night, with this subordinate here, Yanguan will surely be as stable as a rock."

Pausing for a moment, he continued: "And after this night raid, the Northern Di people should realize that there is no technique to speak of in attacking Yanguan; from now on, they can only launch a frontal assault and trade human lives for it."

"Well said." Chang Wei and Mo Yu thought the same, which was why he decided to leave Yanguan.

The subsequent battle at Yanguan would be very boring.

It would just be the Northern Di launching one charge after another.

After discussing this matter, the two ordered the soldiers to remain vigilant, then descended the city wall.

Northern Di encampment.

The failure of the night raid left Gule and Wuyan silent for a long time.

Gule and Wuyan exchanged glances, neither daring to speak.

Although they were kings of the Xiliang Royal Tent, they knew their status in the hearts of the Northern Di people was very low.

Interjecting in this matter would only be asking for trouble.

"Things have come to this, there is no other choice but to fight to the death. Starting at dawn, launch endless attacks. I do not believe that an army of four hundred thousand cannot exhaust the mere tens of thousands in Yanguan," Gule suddenly slammed the table heavily.

Ke'erqin nodded slowly.

They were the Dare-to-Die Royal Tent personally designated by Khan Mule Hongzhen.

If they could not take Yanguan, they would have no face to return alive.

As for the Xiliang Royal Tent, if the Northern Di people were willing to throw away their lives, how could they survive alone?

"Gule, Wuyan, this is your only chance to become Northern Di people," Gule reminded them.

"Yes, Great Administrator." Gule and Wuyan exchanged glances and gritted their teeth.

In fact, they also hated Yan Wang.

If Yan Wang had not destroyed the elite of their Xiliang in Jinzhou.

Why would they have to linger on in the Northern Di today?

Therefore, whether it was a private vendetta or a public war, they had to vent their anger on Yan Wang's soldiers.

Having settled this, a flash of determination crossed Gule's eyes, and he waved his hand for the three to go back and prepare.

The next day.

As the sky began to brighten, flashes of fire and thick smoke erupted from the Northern Di artillery positions.

Cannonballs flew toward the top of Yanguan City, clanging incessantly against the concrete walls.

At the same time, bursts of high-pitched "Anda" cries resounded through the sky.

The Northern Di soldiers in the front carried Scaling Ladders, while those in the middle pushed massive siege engines, surging toward Yanguan like a black tide.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Yanguan responded to them with angry Artillery.

Cannonballs wrapped in fierce wind flew into the Northern Di army, sending flesh and blood flying.

Mortars also continuously pelted the Northern Di soldiers with Shrapnel Shells and Lime Bombs.

Charging Northern Di soldiers constantly lost their direction because their eyes were burned, bumping into each other and knocking down other soldiers.

The Shrapnel Shells exploded, and Northern Di soldiers within a ten-meter radius fell screaming.

When they entered the two-hundred-meter range, the deadly Bullets of the Rifled Muskets claimed the lives of batches of Northern Di soldiers.

The corpses of Northern Di soldiers soon covered the ground of the Yanguan city walls.

Just as the battle at Yanguan resumed.

Chang Wei led a team of Cavalry to the Nanmen.

Hearing the rumbling of the Artillery, a look of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The more these beasts who wanted to use the plague to exterminate all of Yanzhou died, the more relieved he felt.

Although the people of Yanzhou escaped this disaster due to the wisdom and martial prowess of Yan Wang.

But in his heart, this matter had not passed because of that.

Should the culpability of a murderer be reduced just because the murder failed?

His answer was no; this time, the Northern Di must pay a heavy price.

Although Yan Wang did not explicitly state it before they set out, the generals already had a tacit understanding.

This time, they did not want any Northern Di captives.

Thinking of this, he reined in his horse and headed toward Leting.

Yanguan was merely an appetizer for this campaign; the real show had only just begun.

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Yancheng.

While a fierce battle was underway at Yanguan, Zhao Xu and Xu Ke were monitoring the reactions of the powerful clans surrounding Yanzhou.

The reason he was stationed in Yancheng this time, rather than personally overseeing the battle, was not only due to his trust in generals like Chang Wei.

There was another reason: to prevent the powerful clans from taking advantage of his struggle against the Northern Di to move against him.

After all, the powerful clans of the Great Song were currently completely out of control, and he did not know what actions they might take next.

However, through his observations over these past few days, neither the armies of the Han Family in Qizhou nor the Wang Family in Yuzhou had made any moves.

"Your subordinate believes this is clearly the credit of the plague; they want to cause trouble, but they fear contracting the plague if they enter Yanzhou, so after weighing the options, they can only behave themselves," Xu Ke said with a smile.

Zhao Xu nodded; he thought the same.

No army was willing to enter a region where a plague had broken out to fight; that was seeking one's own death.

And this was the unexpected result brought about by his spreading of the fake plague.

In this way, he would not need to be on tenterhooks during the war with the Northern Di.

He could focus on dealing with the Northern Di with peace of mind, and once he had resolved the Northern Di in Ningjin Dusi, he would make these powerful clans drop their jaws in shock.

"How is the situation in Jingshi?" Asking the question he cared about most, Zhao Xu thought of the chaotic situation in Jingshi.

Zhao Heng was under house arrest, and the powerful clans were holding the Emperor hostage to command the vassals.

This meant the powerful clans were now doing whatever they pleased under the guise of the Imperial Edict.

Mentioning this, Xu Ke sighed, "Your subordinate just received news that an Imperial Edict has been issued from the palace, and the Prefects of the provinces controlled by the Imperial Clan have all been replaced."

"Oh?" Zhao Xu's eyes narrowed.

This meant the powerful clans had carved up the Imperial Clan's territory and further strengthened themselves.

"The Prefect of Bozhou has been replaced by a member of the Han Family, the Prefect of Jiangzhou by a member of the Xie Family, the Prefect of Xiangzhou by a member of the Dou Family, the Prefect of Liangzhou by a member of the Xiao Family, the Prefect of Guang Zhou by a member of the Liang Family..." Xu Ke read them out one by one.

The more Zhao Xu heard, the more solemn his expression became.