El vicecomandante Xú Zhōnghuī, el capitán del antiguo campamento Huápò, llevó una orden directa y un mensaje a la ciudad de Luánhè. Entregó esa orden al comandante general Yang Qiāo, quien era el jefe de Luánhè.
Luego, como capitán del antiguo campamento Huápò, se dirigió a los soldados que aún estaban en la base. Sin entrar, solo habló con el lloroso Xú Shū: "Primero os mataré todos, para luego arrodillarme frente a mis antepasados".
En el campo de entrenamiento, todos los ojos se dirigían hacia la entrada del antiguo campamento Huápò.Sunn Shu stood emotionlessly at the forefront, surrounded by twenty-three dukes and forty-seven deputies from the old tiger camp. Many of them had their hands raised to shield their faces.
"Sunsu owes you all an apology," Sunsu said sternly, "I owe every veteran who died in the tiger camp an apology!"
He punched his chest with a fist, "I don't understand General Yan's orders. I can't comprehend the first one and even less so the second! It goes against my heart to disobey it!"
Sunsu rubbed his face harshly and smiled grimly, "But what use is it if we refuse? Are we really going to stage a rebellion in Luanhe city as General He suggested?"
He looked at those faces solemnly, "Do any of you have that thought? I don't care. But whoever dares do so will be the first to meet my blade! Come on out and fight me one-on-one if you dare!"
Sunsu suddenly laughed loudly, "You all are just a bunch of brats! With just one hand, I can knock down a whole group of you!"
In the crowd, someone shouted, "Deputy Sunsu, if I kill more northern barbarians tomorrow, will General Yan return our tiger camp's title?"
Sunsu shook his head and did not deceive these brothers.
Turning to the courtyard outside, he yelled at Yang Qiaopiao, "Yang Qiaopiao, get your men out of here quickly. I'm a veteran from Yuyou's tiger camp; I am no traitor! If by tomorrow, my killing count is less than yours and our seven thousand soldiers, Sunsu will be reborn as your son!"
Listening to the endless abuse in the courtyard, Fyang Qiaopiao touched his ear and smiled wryly at his two deputies beside him, "You can go now. We are safe."
Before leaving, he shouted loudly, "Sunsu, remember this! If by next week you kill fewer soldiers than us, remember to be a good son for Yang!"
Son of a bitch! The sound of the swords being drawn in unison came from the courtyard. Fyang Qiaopiao hurriedly led his men away.
Meanwhile, Sun Shanyan's Rouran Iron Cavalry was about to arrive at Yuyou City, but they were not going to participate in the siege.
This meant that Luanhe City, which had better fortifications than Woweigong, was about to face a fierce battle.
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In Yuyou City, where over half a million northern troops were encamped, a fat man walked around the sand table map of North Yang territory for what seemed like hours. Nobody knew what he was muttering to himself.
Fatty walked near the Western Region on the map, stopped for a moment, then went to Jizhou and paused again.
At the border between Northern Yuzhang and Xushu, he also paused before finally reaching the center of the table. He clasped his hands under his chest and said softly, "The Huogou Pass and Woweigong have been captured today. The whole Central Plains is sure to be criticizing us as a pack of dogs and our Daming cavalry as mere rumors."
Fatty clicked his teeth together habitually, "You're not hiding in Liangqing Mountain, right? You have three choices: you can go west to the Western Region and deal with the monks on Mount Rantuo, or go south to Xushu and negotiate a face-to-face transaction with Chen Zibaop. Another option is going north to the Hengshui-Yingya of Jibei Province to help Yuyou City clean up the mess sent by Emperor Yang."
He muttered to himself, "If you're going west, I can't stop you. Two thousand soldiers who didn't get any benefit from Wei Jingtang are definitely not enough. If it's for the Western Region, that will be a real headache. Do I really need to specifically send a Jiedali or General with an army to wait and see? I don't mind, but others might."
Fatty started walking around the table again.
"What if we toss a coin—heads or tails?"
"That won't work; military matters are no joke!"
"Right! Dong Zuo, as Great Captain of South Camp, you must be serious when making decisions,"