Chapter 717

Ba Fenghan still didn't understand, and immediately reminded him.

"Fenghan! The situation has now reached its most critical moment.

If these five thousand reinforcements are wiped out in the north,

not only will we have no hope of aid in the short term, but morale will suffer a massive blow."

Seeing that neither Ba Fenghan nor Captain Chen understood Sikong Yuchi Zhen's meaning, he could only explain patiently,

"Once these five thousand reinforcements are destroyed, that will be the true moment Yanmen Pass falls.

Now is the best opportunity—and the last one.

Xingjian, impersonate me, and lead troops out of the city under my name to fight back and meet the reinforcements.

Then Bolhu, seeing this, will surely believe the matter is settled.

Afterwards, the Dao Society will grow even more frantic, summoning vast armies and experts to fight a decisive battle in the north.

In this way, the only weakness in the Yuan army will be exposed."

As he spoke, Sikong Yuchi Zhen pointed southward,

"Chenciji Society, I will personally lead a force to launch a surprise attack on Bolhu's standard.

I don't aim to kill Bolhu—only to cut down his standard.

Then this crisis will be turned into safety.

We will have a chance to guide these five thousand reinforcements into the city.

With these five thousand fresh troops, we can hold out longer."

As he said this, Sikong Yuchi Zhen's expression hardened with resolve.

He didn't understand how to Zhuchiyan Sect the defense of Yanmen Pass as well as Captain Chen did.

But he was born into a military family, and he understood the grand strategy of battle.

Even when striking a snake, you strike at the seventh inch—how much more so in war?

The seventh inch of the Yuan army is Bolhu.

Sikong Yuchi Zhen said aloud that cutting down Bolhu's standard would suffice.

But inwardly, he set himself a goal: this battle, he must kill Bolhu.

Only if he dies can this battle be turned around!

"This… this is too insane?"

After hearing Sikong Yuchi Zhen's plan, Captain Chen finally uttered these words after a long silence.

Ba Fenghan was even more stunned, saying,

"Sikong Yuchi, without the Kanglong Club, how can you break through the Yuan army and cut down the standard?"

But Pei Xingjian merely smiled faintly, took the Kanglong Club, and looked into Sikong Yuchi Zhen's eyes, asking,

"Sikong Yuchi, this parting may be forever!

But I hope that whether it's you, or me, or Fenghan—we all live to meet again after the battle."

He too was shocked by Sikong Yuchi Zhen's plan, but he knew this was truly the last chance.

"Fine! We'll meet again after the battle!"

Sikong Yuchi Zhen smiled—he still understood him best, this childhood friend.

Without the Kanglong Club, Sikong Yuchi Zhen would indeed lose much of his strength.

After all, the Kanglong Club is one of the Tang Empire's national treasures, capable of detecting weapon flaws and shattering them with a single strike.

But in this battle, Sikong Yuchi Zhen could only part from the Kanglong Club.

He must rely on his own strength to break through and reach Bolhu's side.

The task was difficult, but Sikong Yuchi Zhen believed in himself.

With the assignments now settled, Sikong Yuchi Zhen, in his capacity as imperial envoy, began his final troop movements.

On the northern plain, Wang Xiaojie's five thousand reinforcements had originally been on the offensive, nearly breaking the northern Yuan forces.

But after the Yuan army stabilized their formation and advanced to within five hundred paces of the city wall,

these five thousand reinforcements were surrounded on all sides by the Yuan army.

The Yuan army summoned countless troops and experts from the east and south.

Wang Xiaojie, gazing at Yanmen Pass so close at hand, sighed deeply,

"I never thought we'd miss this final chance—it seems our brothers have suffered too heavy losses in these seven days of defense."

In truth, this was not the best moment for Wang Xiaojie and his five thousand reinforcements to reveal themselves.

After all, Bolhu had shown no major weakness, and other Tang reinforcements had yet to arrive.

But Wang Xiaojie, long stationed at Yanmen Pass, knew this was now the last possible moment.

Wait any longer, and Yanmen Pass would retreat to the official compound.

Only then would they truly lose their ability to coordinate.

He had originally planned to fight his way here with his men, join forces with the brothers inside, and launch a pincer attack to crush the northern Yuan forces completely.

Then, with these five thousand fresh troops, he would charge into the pass.

With these five thousand fresh troops, they could hold out even longer.

But Bolhu, true to his reputation as a great Yuan general,

even amid sudden chaos, had stabilized his formation and instead trapped him so close to the pass.

His intent was clear: use these five thousand men as bait to lure the brothers inside into sending reinforcements.

"Too bad… if only back then…"

Wang Xiaojie watched his comrades fall one after another nearby, about to speak—

"General, look quickly! Our brothers in the city have come out to reinforce us!"

Just then, a Captain suddenly pointed toward Yanmen Pass and said, both alarmed and overjoyed.

Wang Xiaojie's whole body jolted; he immediately looked toward Yanmen Pass.

He saw that Yanmen Pass had actually thrown open its northern gate this time, and a brave general had charged in at the head of his men.

He gripped a mace in his hand, and wherever he went, be it Yuan soldiers or Great Yuan experts—

Not one of them was his match!

"It's that kid!"

Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan, hidden above the Yuan army's great formation, exchanged a glance.

The Kanglong Mace had cut quite a fearsome figure these past days.

Even Meng Chixing had suffered a hidden loss before this Great Tang guardian divine weapon.

Now that the Kanglong Mace had appeared, he confirmed it at once.

"Then shall the Demon Master go, or shall this old man go?"

Watching Bi Xuan smiled. His Blazing Sun Divine Art was based on scorching true essence.

Ever since he learned that Meng Chixing's signature spirit-force weapon had suffered a hidden loss, he had been racking his brains for a way to counter the Kanglong Mace.

"You go… be sure to bring me back that kid's head…"

Meng Chixing thought it over, and in the end still let Watching Bi Xuan go.

Though he wanted revenge, he wanted even less to face the Kanglong Mace.

"Good! Demon Master, wait here a moment; I shall bring you good news!"

Watching Bi Xuan laughed aloud and was about to step forward.

"Hold on…"

General Wulisu suddenly spoke.

524 Is this how the Qinglong Society does as it pleases?

"What?"

Meng Chixing is the Demon Master, Watching Bi Xuan is Wu Zun; both of them are leading candidates for the position of National Guardian.

Though within the army their word carried less weight than Borhu's, or even General Wulisu's.

But their status was, after all, higher.

Now the two had already settled their plan, and Watching Bi Xuan was about to make his move.

Yet General Wulisu had spoken a "hold on"?

Facing the two men's unfriendly gazes, General Wulisu braced himself and said,