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Chapter 1079 Daqian, the End of Qianzhou

"waste!"

"I will go to the northern camp and see for myself which bastards dared to spread false military intelligence!"

Yang Guang suddenly pulled out his sword, and blood splattered on the Panlong jade pendant. He looked at Chen Jiu's frightened face and suddenly laughed hysterically.

"Your Highness, think twice!"

"I saw with my own eyes that Xuanyuan Po's flag had been planted on the cliff where the Duke fell. The devil Chi You was in front of the battle... eating people's livers alive in front of the battle!"

Chen Jiu banged his head on the ground, his face covered with blood and tears.
Yang Guang turned a deaf ear to him and when he was about to mount his horse, the Snow Dragon Colt suddenly raised its hooves and neighed loudly.

He looked down and saw that the wound on the horse's abdomen was covered with several black vines. They were the living creatures he had seen on the corpse before! The vines grew wildly when they saw the blood, and now they had wrapped around the horse's legs and were spreading to the horse's buttocks!
"monster!"

Yang Guang swung his sword and chopped. The black vine broke with a sound as the sword passed by. A fishy black juice spurted out from the broken end, splashing on the black cloak with a sizzling sound.

The Snow Dragon Horse ran wildly in pain. He lay on the horse's back, listening to the wind whistling in his ears. In a trance, he even heard the voice of his father.

"Guang'er, I'll leave Lintong City to you."

"Guang'er, make a decision when you need to. Don't be like your brother who is indecisive."

"Guang'er, if things can't be done..."

Yang Guang suddenly burst into tears. He remembered the meaningful look his father gave him when he went to war three days ago.

It turns out that my father already knew how dangerous this battle was. It turns out that the subtext of the phrase "if things can't be done" is actually "sacrifice my son to save the city"!
"Father is handsome!"

Yang Guang pulled the reins suddenly, and the Snow Dragon Horse stood up and threw him heavily to the ground.

He lay in the bloody mud, looking at the gray sky, and suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter as mournful as the howl of a lone wolf.

At the same time, while the life-and-death struggle was going on in the south of the Great Xuan Dynasty, in the Qianzhou Imperial City, the morning light shone through the silk curtains and cast mottled shadows on the rosewood desk. Su Ye was leaning on the Xiangfei bamboo chair with his forehead supported, tapping the green jade paperweight with his fingertips.

The incense burner with a lion-like beast on the desk emitted a wisp of cannabhumi fragrance, but it could not suppress the unique smell of pine smoke and ink of Luowang's secret report - the urgent wax secret letter sent over an 800-mile journey was lying quietly next to the "Qianzhou Map", and the rim of the letter was printed with red clay with Jingwei's unique fish intestine sword pattern.

"My lord, the general took over Tianshui and Yunzhong counties yesterday."

A cold female voice broke the silence in the room, and Jingwei walked in holding a sword. Under his black tights, a cold light reflected from his heart-protecting mirror could be vaguely seen.

"Oh? Zhongqing didn't let Qubing take the lead this time?"

When she placed the sandalwood box on the desk, Su Ye was looking at the newly added cinnabar mark on the map with interest. Hearing this, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"General Wei personally led the Black Scale Cavalry to bypass the Tianshui Gorge, but stopped three miles in front of the city gate."

As Jingwei spoke, he pulled out a sheepskin map from his sleeve, on which the defense map of the Tianshui County garrison was clearly visible, with the ink still wet on it.

"He ordered General Ran Min to raise thirty large flags at Luoma Slope, and he took General Huo to the top to play the zither."

"When the county governor climbed up the city wall to look around, he saw a gold-painted lacquer box in front of the Yulin Army, with the Taicang Sinong seal and the Ministry of Revenue Duzhi certificate neatly stacked inside."

Su Ye chuckled when he heard this, and his fingertips stroked the tributary of the Wei River that meandered like a snake on the map.

He naturally knew that the box of official documents was a "gift" left for him by Meng Zhang - the hundreds of ships of fine rice found at the dock the day before were one thing, but even the official seal of the Governor of the Grand Canal Transport was placed openly between the rice bags. This Longxiang Commander was indeed good at doing a favor.

"This Tianshui County Magistrate is a smart man."

Su Ye unfolded the secret report and saw the following words written on it in tiny calligraphy: Wei Qing rode into the city alone in a plain robe and played three games with the county magistrate. When the white pieces on the chessboard had surrounded the black pieces to form an iron barrel, the county magistrate's forehead was soaked with sweat, and he opened the city and surrendered that night.

Seeing a smile on his lord's lips, Jingwei unfolded the second secret report.

"The fire in Yunzhong County was set by Qu Bing. He said that the general was brewing tea with the county magistrate at the Shili Pavilion outside the city. But he led 800 black-scaled cavalrymen to pretend to be defeated soldiers of the Yellow Turbans and rushed directly to the granary of the county governor's mansion." "When the flames were soaring into the sky, he pretended to lead the people to put out the fire. At the end, he dug out half a grain certificate with wax on it from the ashes and insisted that it was evidence of General Meng Zhang's crime."

This time it was an urgent letter written in blood by Huo Qubing. The ink soaked through three layers of hemp paper, and there was a burnt smell between the lines.

Su Ye clapped his hands and laughed, making the bronze lamp on the desk buzz. He seemed to see the young general with his face covered in soot, a charred wooden sign on the tip of his spear, standing in front of the ruins and waving his arms.

The common people below could not tell the difference between the wax patterns and thought they were their saviour. Immediately, young and strong men picked up their hoes and followed the Yulin Army to "fight the enemy".

"Zhongqing's trick of luring the snake out of its hole is brilliant."

Su Ye's fingertips passed over the location of Yunzhong County on the map, and suddenly stopped at the mark of Qianxi County. Sure enough, the third secret report said: Wei Qing ordered Ran Min to lead the Hengzhou elite soldiers to feint and attack Lingtai Gorge, but he led 3,000 Baimao troops to bypass Laofu Mountain.

When the governor of Qianxi County sent troops to reinforce the canyon, the flag of the Yulin Army suddenly appeared on Laofu Mountain, which frightened the defenders so much that they stayed indoors and refused to come out.

Three days later, the wealthy families in the city jointly opened the city gates, saying "We would rather see the Yulin armed with weapons than see the Yellow Turbans' hidden arrows that are difficult to defend against."

Seeing his lord's eyes sparkling, Jingwei handed over the fourth wax pill.

This time it was written by Wei Qing himself, his handwriting steady as a knife and an axe: "The governor of Humen County is an old subordinate of General Gu, and I will knock on the gate wearing the old armor of the Qian army.

When they opened the city to welcome him, Fang said, "General Gu has ordered me to escort the only copy of the "Wu Bei Zhi" in the county to the capital." The old general held the military book and cried for half a day. This morning, he led his troops to join the Yu Lin Youying. "

Su Ye arranged the secret reports one by one according to the locations on the map. The cinnabar handwriting was like a running dragon and a snake. In just ten days, four of the eight counties of Qianzhou had been lost.

"You can mobilize the Chongyan Guards to garrison there. Most of their men are from the north and are good at using sabers."

He suddenly picked up a wolf brush and added a note next to Humen County on the map.

"My lord, please look at this."

Jingwei suddenly took out a gilded brocade bag from his bosom, and the object that was poured out jingled on the desk - it was actually a string of candied haws, but the bamboo sticks were not filled with hawthorns, but seven golden beans, each of which was engraved with a different county name.

Su Ye picked up the golden bean engraved with the word "Tianshui" and looked at it carefully against the sunlight. He saw fine lines hidden in the hollow part of the bean, which was clearly a micro-carved defense map of the county city.

He chuckled and shook his head: "Qubing, that mischievous fellow, must have robbed some goldsmith shop again."

By the time the last piece of intelligence was unfolded, dusk had fallen outside the window. Jingwei held the fire stick and watched Su Ye burn the secret report he had just read.

The firelight illuminated half of his profile, which flickered and made him look like the angry Vajra enshrined in the temple.

"My lord, General Wei also enclosed a private letter."

Jingwei took out a plain white envelope from his arms. The wax was printed with the cloud pattern that Wei Qing usually used. When Su Ye took it, he felt the warmth. He thought that Jingwei was hiding it close to his body to avoid it getting wet by the rain.

Unfolding the letter, the familiar small calligraphy with flowers on it appeared on the paper.

"I look at the eight counties of Qianzhou like a chessboard. Yunzhong breaks the momentum, Qianxi takes the energy, Humen is set, and the rest is in my hands. Now I need General Kong Xuan to lead the Heavy Rock Guard to take over the Yunzhong water conservancy, Huo Qubing to lead the Black Scale Cavalry to guard the Qianxi grain road, and General Ran Min is leading the light cavalry to patrol outside Humen Pass."

"When the autumn harvest comes, I will bring the entire Qianzhou as a gift to you, my lord."

Su Yezhixin laughed so hard that the candle on the desk jumped three times.

"Good job, Wei Zhongqing!"

He threw the letter into the copper basin and watched the last bit of fire engulf the word "gift".

Jingwei picked up the silver scissors and cut off the burnt wick. The fire suddenly jumped up, illuminating the flickering flames in Su Ye's eyes.

(End of this chapter)