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Chapter 1489 ends, the conflicted Li Yujing.

Although he had 30,000 Nightshade cavalry and 50,000 prefectural and county garrison troops under his command, most of these troops were trained by him personally. They were good at defense but not at field battles, and they might not be able to gain an advantage when facing the Mongol cavalry charge.

The Jingse Army and Pengri Army under Zhao Kuangyin were both elite troops who had been through countless battles. Zhao Kuangyin himself was entrusted with important responsibilities by Ye Wuhen. He had extraordinary abilities in both military command and combat.

In Yuzhou today, only Zhao Kuangyin can stand against the Mongol cavalry head-on.

If Zhao Kuangyin were to die, Li Yujing alone might not be able to defend Yuzhou. At that time, the Mongols would sweep in, burning, killing, and looting, and everything he had painstakingly built would be in vain. Not to mention controlling Yuzhou, he might not even be able to save his life.

"Zhao Kuangyin, you can't die..."

Li Yujing muttered to himself in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of anxiety that even he himself did not realize.

"Quick! Faster!"

He abruptly pulled down the curtain and shouted at the coachman.

The coachman responded and cracked his whip, speeding the carriage even faster as it sped towards the poplar forest.

Inside the carriage, Li Yujing closed his eyes, his mind racing with various thoughts. He recalled how Zhao Kuangyin had slammed his fist on the table in the prefectural hall yesterday, accusing him of hoarding grain and amassing power. He remembered the scene of the people lining the streets to welcome Zhao Kuangyin back to Yuzhou with his remaining troops. He remembered the look in Ye Wuhen's eyes as he entrusted him with the military and political power of Yuzhou before leaving.

A conflict surged within him like a tide: he both hoped for Zhao Kuangyin's death to eliminate his greatest rival and feared that Zhao Kuangyin's death would mean losing the greatest bulwark against the Mongols.

This dilemma, like an invisible rope, tightly bound his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Lord Li, the poplar forest is just ahead, and we can vaguely see traces of a battlefield!"

The driver's voice came through, tinged with nervousness.

Li Yujing suddenly opened his eyes, instantly concealing the complex emotions within them, replacing them with a composed demeanor.

He straightened his brocade robe, took a deep breath, pushed open the car door, and jumped out.

As soon as he landed, he saw Zhao Kuangyin jumping around energetically. Li Yujing's body subconsciously relaxed, his tense shoulders drooped slightly, and the inexplicable panic in his heart instantly dissipated.

But then, a hint of disappointment, hard to conceal, crept into his eyes, as quickly as a shooting star, almost too fast to catch.

He pursed his lips slightly, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Kuangyin. Seeing the scratches on his armor and the dust on his face, a faint sense of regret arose in his heart.

But he quickly suppressed this regret.

"Yuan Lang, are you alright? I was extremely worried when I learned that you had been ambushed by the Mongols. I immediately dispatched the Ye family's retainers to come and help you. Fortunately, you are safe and sound."

Li Yujing quickly stepped forward, a concerned look on his face, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Kuangyin.

His voice was gentle, and anyone who didn't know the situation would assume that he and Zhao Kuangyin had a harmonious relationship, like brothers. But only Li Yujing knew the inner turmoil he was going through at that moment.

He looked at Zhao Kuangyin as if he were looking at a hot potato, unsure whether to throw it away or take it.

At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin, who was in the center of the battlefield, saw Li Yujing arrive and then saw the dozen or so Ye family retainers behind him. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He could vaguely guess what Li Yujing was thinking, but this was not the time to worry about such things. At least he hadn't stood by and watched someone die; on the contrary, he had made the right choice.

Otherwise, he would seriously consider whether, after returning to the main camp, he should immediately lead his troops to besiege the city and deal with Li Yujing, this unstable factor, first.

Otherwise, if he were to go to the front lines and fight the Mongols, and Li Yujing were to stab him in the back, that would truly be the end of him.
"Thank you for your concern, brother-in-law. We are grateful for the Ye family's assistance. The Mongols came with great force this time. Fortunately, several friends came to our aid, otherwise we would not have been able to escape today." He nodded to Li Yujing and said in a deep voice.

The "friends" he referred to were naturally the Six Sword Slaves of Luo Wang and Wu Wudi.

"Lord Li, by the time we arrived, the battle was already over. We were unable to provide timely assistance, and we beg your punishment."

At this moment, Daoist Qingfeng and Master Xuanxu stepped forward and bowed to Li Yujing.

"It's alright, as long as General Zhao is safe and sound. We are very grateful to all the retainers for arriving in time to deter the Mongols; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Li Yujing waved his hand, his expression gentle.

"Yuan Lang, now that the Mongols' top experts have been defeated, and your soldiers have also worked hard, why don't you come back to the city with me to rest and then discuss how to resist the Mongol cavalry?"

He paused, then turned his gaze to Zhao Kuangyin, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

He had a plan in mind: if he could bring Zhao Kuangyin back to the city, he could keep him under his watchful eye and secretly monitor his every move. At the same time, he could take the opportunity to win over Zhao Kuangyin's generals and weaken his power.

"No need. The Mongol cavalry could march south at any time. My soldiers are still waiting in the camp. I need to rush back to the camp immediately to reorganize the troops and prepare to march north to defend against the enemy."

Zhao Kuangyin naturally understood Li Yujing's thoughts. He shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Brother-in-law, I entrust the matter of food supplies and logistics to you. Now is a critical moment to resist foreign invasion. I hope you will put the overall situation first, stop hoarding food supplies, and allocate the supplies to the border guards and my troops as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, once Yuzhou falls, we will both become sinners of the Ye family."

He then paused, his gaze sweeping over Li Yujing.

"Don't worry, Yuanlang. I have made arrangements for the provisions. I have already ordered the granaries to be opened and the refugees to be appeased. The provisions for the border garrison will also be allocated as soon as possible."

Li Yujing's expression stiffened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, nodded, and said in a deep voice.

"As long as you can repel the Mongols and protect Yuzhou, I will provide you with all the necessary supplies."

Although he spoke sincerely, that was not what he truly believed.

Instead, he planned to allocate a portion of the grain and fodder to temporarily appease Zhao Kuangyin, and then gradually take control when the time was right. After all, grain and fodder are the lifeblood of the army, and as long as the grain and fodder are controlled, Zhao Kuangyin can be restrained to a certain extent.

Meanwhile, the vermilion gates outside Tianheng Prefecture, the capital of Hengzhou, were wide open. The white marble steps in front of the gate were washed bright by the morning light, and the guards on both sides were dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with long swords at their waists, and their postures were as upright as pine trees.

Su Ye was dressed in casual clothes, with dark cloud patterns embroidered on his brocade robe. He lacked the sharpness of someone wearing armor and instead appeared more approachable.

He had just rushed back to Hengzhou from Luzhou last night, riding at breakneck speed, his horse's hooves shattering countless morning frosts and moonlight, yet he showed no signs of fatigue, only hoping that this fierce general of the same surname could return to his unit as soon as possible to relieve the urgent crisis in Yuzhou.

"My lord, dust is rising in the distance; it seems General Su has arrived!"

Xu Chu, the commander of the personal guards beside him, reported in a low voice.

Su Ye looked up and saw a cloud of dust rising at the end of the street corner, as a group of elite cavalrymen escorted a man at high speed.

The leader, dressed in silver armor with a long spear at his waist, had a resolute face and piercing eyes. His warhorse was exceptionally fine, exuding an aura of intimidation with every thud. It was none other than Su Lie, who had traveled day and night.

(End of this chapter)