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He came down from the mountaintop and returned to the cave.

He took the map out of his backpack and spread it out on the stone in front of him.

The map marks the locations of the various cities in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun.

Yingzhou City has already raised its own flag, and Mozhou City is to its north, a size larger than Yingzhou City.

Once we capture Mozhou City, we'll have two medium-sized cities. With them developed, we can slowly attack other states, taking them one by one until we've conquered them all.

It's just a matter of how long the Liao Kingdom can endure this.

Wu Feng looked at the map and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

The Song Dynasty was indeed too cowardly. If the Liao Dynasty withdrew its border troops to attack, and the Song Dynasty remained inactive, it was like a hopeless case.

Such a dynasty is unlikely to exist for very long in the game world.

After all, as players get stronger, conquering cities and fortresses becomes a normal occurrence.

Just because players can't be emperors in real life doesn't mean they don't want to experience it in the game. If the Song Dynasty is too weak, it will eventually be destroyed by players.

Wu Feng shook his head and put the map away.

He put away the map, took out the Divine Wood King Cauldron from his backpack, and held it in his palm. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Continue practicing the Toad Technique while waiting for the troops to arrive.

Youzhou City, Nanjing Prefecture of the Liao Dynasty.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Xiao Siwen, the garrison commander of Nanjing, sat in the main seat, dressed in a dark purple official robe. His face was expressionless, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the armrest. A map was spread out on the long table in front of him, marking the locations of various cities in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun.

A circle was drawn on the location of Yingzhou City with a vermilion brush, and the words "Lost" were written next to it.

A circle was drawn around the location of Mozhou City, but no words were written on it yet.

"Gentlemen, let's speak," Xiao Siwen said, his voice not loud, but every word carried weight.

A dozen or so officials sat on either side of the main hall, some civil and some military, some in official robes and others in armor. None of them looked well.

"My lord, the commander in charge of the city." A general in silver armor stood up, clasped his hands in salute, and said in a rough voice, "Yingzhou City has fallen, and our 50,000-strong army has been routed. This matter cannot be left unresolved. I request permission to lead troops to retake Yingzhou City."

Xiao Siwen glanced at him but didn't say anything.

A civil official standing nearby stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "General Liu, please calm down. The matter of Yingzhou City is not so simple. That strange army has an unknown origin, yet it has captured several county towns in just a few days. Even if an army of 50,000 is not elite, it shouldn't have been defeated like this. There's something wrong here."

General Liu turned his head and glared at him: "What's the problem? Isn't it just that Wu Changfeng leading a sneak attack?"

The civil official shook his head, pulled a military report from his sleeve, unfolded it, and read aloud: "According to the fleeing soldiers who returned from the front lines, Wu Changfeng did not win by brute force. This man is extremely skilled in martial arts. He charged into the army alone on horseback and used sorcery, leaving no one alive within a radius of several dozen feet. Most of the 50,000 troops did not die in battle, but were killed by sorcery. The rest scattered and fled."

General Liu opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Xiao Siwen reached out and picked up the military report, then read it again.

He had read it several times, and each time he found it absurd, but the intelligence reports sent back all said the same thing. There were more than a dozen military reports with similar content.

"A first-rate martial artist?" Xiao Siwen put down the military report and looked at the people present.

The civil official cupped his hands and said, "I'm afraid it's more than that. I asked the defeated soldiers, and they said the poisonous fog spreads extremely quickly; even a second-rate martial artist wouldn't last more than a few breaths inside. This person's martial arts are extremely vicious, far beyond what ordinary first-rate martial artists can achieve."

General Liu sat down again, his anger largely subsided, replaced by a solemn expression.

"My lord," another general stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Regardless of this man's martial arts skills, it is a fact that Yingzhou City and the surrounding counties have fallen. Now, Mozhou City is also in imminent danger. After sending out 50,000 troops from Youzhou City, the garrison is now less than 30,000. If Wu Changfeng leads his troops to attack Youzhou, with our current strength, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.

Xiao Siwen leaned back in her chair and tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest twice.

"The memorial requesting aid from the capital has already been submitted," he said, his tone unhurried. "But when the capital will be able to send troops, and how many, are all unknown. We cannot just wait idly."

He paused, then looked at the civil official: "Lord Xiao, what do you think should be done?"

Lord Xiao cupped his hands, pondered for a moment, and said, "My lord, the most urgent task is to defend Youzhou. Youzhou is the location of Nanjing Prefecture. If Youzhou is lost, all sixteen prefectures of Yan and Yun will be thrown into turmoil."

He walked to the map and pointed to the locations of several counties surrounding Youzhou: "This humble general suggests that we urgently mobilize troops from all the counties surrounding Youzhou and concentrate them in Youzhou City. Troops from Jizhou, Shunzhou, and Tanzhou should also be drawn from these cities. We should gather as many troops as we can."

Xiao Siwen nodded without saying anything.

Another civil official stood up, frowning, and said, "If we mobilize troops from the surrounding areas, what about those county towns? If Wu Changfeng doesn't attack Youzhou but instead attacks those county towns, wouldn't we just be handing them over to him for nothing?"

Lord Xiao shook his head: "This man's siege tactics—capturing several cities in a few days—clearly indicate a step-by-step approach. After taking Yingzhou City, his next target will inevitably be Mozhou. If Mozhou falls, Youzhou will be next. The garrison in those county towns is already small, and if they are scattered, they will be defeated one by one. It would be better to concentrate our forces to defend Youzhou."

After listening, Xiao Siwen raised her hand, signaling the two to be quiet.

"Mobilize troops," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Each of Jizhou, Shunzhou, and Tanzhou will draw half their forces and rush to Youzhou's aid. All troops in the surrounding counties must be withdrawn to Youzhou within three days."

Several generals stood up simultaneously, clasped their hands in salute, and replied, "Yes!"

Xiao Siwen then looked at Lord Xiao: "Continue to request reinforcements from the capital. Write down the situation here clearly, and don't hide the fact that 50,000 troops were defeated. The capital will only send troops if they know the situation is serious."

Lord Xiao cupped his hands in greeting: "Yes, Lord Liu."

Xiao Siwen stood up, walked to the map, and looked at the red circles marked on it.

Yingzhou is gone, and so are several surrounding counties. Mozhou is now in jeopardy.

This unexpected force arrived too quickly, so quickly that no one had time to react.

How many days has it been since Yingzhou City was captured? How many cities have been attacked?

He took a deep breath and turned to look at everyone present.

"Go and prepare. Youzhou City cannot be lost."

The crowd responded in unison, then turned and left the hall. Their footsteps echoed through the hall, gradually fading into the distance.

Xiao Siwen stood alone in front of the map, his finger resting on the location of Youzhou City, and remained silent for a long time.

Outside Mozhou City, at the military camp.

The sun had already set in the west, with only a last sliver of dark red light remaining on the horizon.

A campfire was lit in the camp, and the soldiers ate around it, eating their dry rations with hot water. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was very quiet.

Wu Feng sat in the central command tent, with a map of Mozhou City spread out on the table in front of him.

The curtain was lifted, and Mu Lingyun strode in, bowing with clasped hands: "Your Excellency, Governor."

Wu Feng raised his chin, gesturing for him to sit down.

Mu Lingyun sat down on the left, her back ramrod straight.

Immediately afterwards, Han Yufeng walked in from outside the tent, followed by Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao. She walked up to Wu Feng, clasped her hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Your Excellency, Governor."

Wu Feng nodded, and Han Yufeng sat down on his right.

Zhang Heng was the third to enter. He bowed slightly, a smile on his face, and sat down next to Mu Lingyun, holding a booklet in his hand.

Li Hu was the last to enter. He was dressed in a gray outfit, nodded to Wu Feng, and sat down near the tent entrance.

Everyone had arrived. Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the group.

"Is everything arranged?" he asked.