Star Trace Gate

Late at night, at the hour of Yin, in the Daqian central military camp.

"Report——!"

A hurried shout rang out, and a messenger rushed into the tent, kneeling down and shouting, "Reporting to the commander, 70,000 troops have been dispatched from Maguan, led by the second prince of the Lich Kingdom, and are heading straight for the vanguard camp in front of us. In two quarters of an hour at most, they will engage in battle with our army."

There were more than twenty generals standing in the tent, all wearing armor and carrying weapons, and they were discussing with Han Liang about attacking Juma Pass.

At this moment, when everyone heard the messenger's call, they were all shocked and there was an uproar.

"The enemy actually took the initiative to attack?"

"There must be a conspiracy behind this."

"...!"

Everyone was talking about it, all with serious expressions.

Han Liang stood beside the table covered with a map of Bashu, and slowly raised his head to ask, "Where are the enemy's follow-up troops gathering?"

"They are all at Juma Pass and have not come out yet." The messenger returned.

After a brief thought, Han Liang immediately ordered: "Send a message to the vanguard camp - order Lu Fang to lead 50,000 troops out of the camp to meet the enemy at Minshan. Light beacons in all directions and send a message to each camp one by one, telling them not to leave for the time being."

"Order."

After the messenger saluted, he immediately ran out of the tent and notified more than ten of his colleagues to start running around to deliver the message to each camp.

Inside the account, Han Liang turned his head and looked at an old general: "General Zhao, you lead 20,000 troops and march from the left to explore the enemy's strength together with Lu Fang."

"As ordered."

The old general stood straight, clasped his fists and said, "I will go and kill the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang as a sacrifice!"

“Don’t act impulsively.”

"I'm not impulsive." The old general said, "If I can't kill him, let him kill me. These 20,000 soldiers will fight to the death with me!!"

He was so angry that he took up his weapon and walked out of the tent.

Beside the table, the candlelight flickered, reflecting Han Liang's serious face. He did not look panicked, but he knew that the battle tonight would completely decide the outcome.

……

It’s half past the Yin hour.

Big Fat Dragon led his troops to fight the enemy in Minshan. As soon as the two sides met, they fought to the death without giving an inch.

Within Maguan.

"Military Advisor, whether we can win tonight depends on whether you can lure Han Liang out."

Ren also bowed to Fenglin and clasped his fists, saying softly: "The future of the empire is entrusted to you."

Fenglin looked like an immortal, and replied emotionally, "I came out of the mountains this time to help you seize the nine lands of Shangyu. Don't worry, young master. Tonight, only one of me and the grain camp can survive."

Listen to how touching what he said is!

Ren also expressed his gratitude: "I wish you all success in your endeavor."

Li Yan looked at him with a look of despair on his face, and sighed, "I really owed you in my previous life... I came to Southern Xinjiang and borrowed people, money, and favors. After all this time, I have become a soldier... Damn it, this is not how business is done. This is tantamount to betraying the core values ​​of the Fraud Chamber of Commerce."

"Snapped."

Ren Ye patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Yan, thank you very much."

"Don't wash anymore, I'll do it." Li Yan turned his head away proudly.

"Gentlemen, let's go."

Fenglin spoke.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them, along with sixty fourth-rank masters, quickly disappeared into the night.

Ren Ye stared at Feng Lin's back for a long time before turning around and saying to Long Shou, Fan Ming, Ji Canghai and others, "Let's go. Let's sneak into Minshan and see what's going on."

"it is good."

The dragon head was wearing a green robe and a soaring crown, looking very heroic: "Yan Bo, you will command the troops here on my behalf, and just follow my plan."

"Yes, sir." Yan Bo clasped his fists.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Ye and more than a hundred other masters also quietly left Jumaguan.

……

Heading north, at the end of the Yin hour, we arrived behind the Min Mountains.

Fenglin and Li Yan, with sixty experts, used their magical powers to speed up their journey. Now they were less than ten miles away from Daqian's grain camp.

Halfway up the mountain.

Fenglin crouched behind a rock, staring at the forage camp under the moonlight, and whispered softly: "Brother Li Yan, if we go forward, our whereabouts will be discovered."

"That's for sure." Li Yan nodded slightly: "We are currently in the center of the Daqian camp. To the back, there are 200,000 troops, and to the front, there are also 200,000 troops. As long as we show up, we are likely to be caught in the middle. But...!"

"But what?" Fenglin asked.

"I'm afraid the enemy commander will be ahead of us." Li Yan said softly, "If this camp is empty and it's a trap, then our situation will be very dangerous."

Fenglin was stunned when he heard this, and said with awe: "Brother Li Yan is very thoughtful and meticulous. He really has the qualifications to be the best military advisor in the world."

Li Yan squinted at him and said, "We are all old Koreans. Speak simply and don't lick my lips."

"?!" Fenglin didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Every word I say is from the bottom of my heart."

"You are already the best military strategist in the world. With you at the helm, Qingliang Prefecture is very stable. You don't need me. I am more suitable for business." Li Yanshun replied.

Fenglin smiled and said, "I am old, and I will die sooner or later. I have to make room for future generations."

Li Yan looked at him deeply and did not respond.

"Before setting off, the Third Prince received reliable military intelligence. The camp here has not been moved for a day, and all the food and supplies are in the camp." Fenglin said softly: "Don't worry. The Southern Xinjiang court will definitely be very cautious about such matters."

"Well, that's good." Li Yan nodded.

The cold wind blew across the hills. Feng Lin looked at the bright moon and slowly raised his right arm, inviting: "Everyone, the full moon is high in the sky and it's a murderous night. Let's go to the enemy camp?!"

"Let's go!" Li Yan nodded.

"Whizzing……!"

As soon as the words fell, figures rushed out one after another.

……

Not long after.

Inside the enemy's food and forage camp, a group of soldiers were on night patrol.

"Damn it, have you heard? The enemy troops in Maguanzhong actually took the initiative to attack."

"More than 200,000 expeditionary troops against 400,000 enemy troops with sufficient food and fodder. The Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang is really as stupid as a pig."

"This may be hereditary. According to historical records, Emperor Wanwu was also obsessed with women, violent and incompetent. How could his son be a good person?"

"...!"

The "historical materials" of the north and the south are different. In the eyes of people in southern Xinjiang, Emperor Jing inherited the throne after killing his father and brother, and he was cruel and unjust; in the eyes of people in Daqian, Emperor Wanwu was not a good person either. He had poor ability to govern the country, and made the people of southern Xinjiang live in dire straits.

When a group of soldiers were on patrol, they suddenly saw a dazzling magical light flashing in the sky.

They were all stunned for a moment, and then they heard bursts of breaking sounds in the air.

"Whoosh!"

A figure flashing with golden light, like a god or demon, appeared from the sky, holding a Hunyuan Golden Bowl, and shouted: "The male and female immortals of Qingliang Mansion - Tang Feng are here to rob the camp! Mortals look up to the sky and welcome my divine power!!"

"Boom!"

As the shouts echoed, the Hunyuan Golden Bowl expanded instantly, like a small mountain pressing down on the camp.

"Bang!!"

With a loud bang, the tents and soldiers within two miles were crushed to pieces in an instant.

Not far away, Feng Lin, with a Taoist spirit, came over on clouds: "Little Prince Huai's adviser, Liu Batian, is here to rob the camp!!"

"brush!"

He summoned a whisk and swept it downwards, only to see a hurricane sweeping across the earth, with people and horses falling to the ground below.

"Prince Huai's uncle is here to rob the camp!"

"Little King Huai's second-in-line father is here to rob the camp!"

"Prince Huai's brother-in-law is here!"

"...!"

The old men from the Fraud Chamber of Commerce all called out their resounding names and rushed down from the sky together.

After this group of fourth-grade masters of supernatural powers entered the camp, they were like a deserted place, and no one could stop them.

Fenglin didn't seem to have a fixed exclusive magic weapon. When he fought with others, he called out ancient and dilapidated treasures, or even treasures that were missing a corner.

However, although these treasures are old, they are all of extraordinary grades, and their origins and magical powers are unknown.

The truth is simplicity. Every move and every style of his is efficient and practical. He is very utilitarian and never does anything fancy.

"Boom, boom boom!"

"...!"

Fenglin controlled several fire-control talismans and indiscriminately set fire to the granary in the camp.

Soon, the food and forage camp was a sea of ​​fire.

"boom!"

At this moment, a man wearing a Daqian Tianjiansi Taoist robe stared at Li Yan and shouted: "I'm going to fuck you, you male and female immortals! Don't run away, fight me!"

Shouts were heard everywhere, and a master from the Tianjiansi came from the north to provide reinforcements.

……

The Daqian central military tent.

"Report——!"

Another messenger rushed in, kneeling down and shouting, "Report to the commander! The food...the food camp has been robbed! At least sixty or seventy fourth-grade divine power masters appeared at the same time... and currently there are multiple fires...fires!"

Han Liang immediately looked at the other party and asked urgently: "Where is the expert from the Tianjian Division?"

"We're already rushing to the rescue site." The messenger replied.

Inside the account, all the generals panicked when they heard that the food and grass had been robbed, and they all stepped forward to ask for battle.

"Commander-in-chief, the army of 400,000 is consuming a huge amount every day. We must rush to the food and grass camp now!"

"Commander! The food and fodder camp is of utmost importance. If it is burned, the three armies will be in chaos."

"...!"

Everyone was talking about their opinions at once, their voices filled with urgency.

Han Liang stood blankly beside the map, his hands on the table, his expression solemn and conflicted.

"Commander! Give the order!"

"Commander! If it's too late, the food and fodder camp may be in trouble..."

"...!"

When everyone saw that he didn't respond, they shouted again.

"Oh!"

Han Liang slammed the table suddenly, turned his head and shouted: "What are you panicking about?!"

Everyone was silent.

"The other side has many fourth-rank masters, and they don't have to pay a heavy price to come and go. If we let them get involved, how can we fight this battle?!" Han Liang looked at the map with red eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "The second prince is feinting, and all the supernatural powers are in camp. The other side must have divided their forces! Now is the best time to start a decisive battle!"

"The matter of seizing luck will be over by noon tomorrow at the latest!"

"It doesn't matter whether we have food or not, because we only have a few hours. Even if we have enough food, if we can't take Jumaguan before tomorrow morning, we can only watch the enemy's fog barrier close." Han Liang thought for a long time, and suddenly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about the food camp, just send some high-level magical powers to surround the enemy's camp raiders."

"Order the entire army, light beacons for 300 miles! Four hundred thousand troops, head straight for Maguan, and while the enemy is divided, engage in a decisive battle at Minshan!!"

"This matter does not need to be ceremonial."

Han Liang shouted decisively.

Although the generals were extremely anxious, they did not dare to refute.

"Order!"

"Order!"

"...!"

A quarter of an hour later, beacons were lit three hundred miles outside Minshan Mountain, and the 400,000-strong army moved at the same time.

Near Minshan Mountain.

Ren Ye looked at the signal beacons lit up all over the mountains and immediately curled his lips and said, "Damn it, why doesn't it look like Han Liang is going to rescue the grain camp!"

"They seem to be going for a decisive battle!" replied the Dragon Head.

……

Outside Zhentian Pass.

There was a knock on the door of a closed tavern.

The waiter yawned, unbolted the door, and sleepily saw an old man in white standing outside the door with his hands behind his back: "Old man, why are you banging on the door in the middle of the night?!"

"Drink." The old man replied with a yawn.

"……roll!"