However, Yan Ge couldn't utter these words. She swept her severe gaze over them: “If you can’t protect your nation’s land as a soldier of Daqi, then what face will you have to go back to see your kin?”
Her powerful voice infected the soldiers around her: “As long as I, Ming Lan, stands here, no outsider will ever be allowed to invade, and I will never retreat one step.”
Advisor Song Qing was following Yan Ge’s back closely. He waited for the inspired soldier to scatter before speaking: “General, the rations will only last a few more days. Those barbarians won’t give up and Wucheng offers no helping hand. We cannot go on this way.”
"I have already sent people to Wucheng." Yan Ge's words could sway those soldiers, but Chaotang had not yet sent reinforcements. How could Song Qing not see the strangeness given his character?
Yan Ge had been awake for a day and a night. Exhausted, she reached out to rub her forehead and admitted: “Three messengers were sent out and there have been no responses.”
Song Qing fell silent. After a long while, he said: “General, there are 10,000 people in the city and an additional 30,000 in troops and horses. If the provisions run out, we will turn into a field of starved corpses before the barbarians break into the city. This is not the way.”
"No, it really isn’t." Yan Ge sighed.
"Although Wucheng’s city gates are closed, if the Ming Army forces them open, or even tears the gates down—General allow Song Wei to take a platoon of men to Wucheng and tear down the…”
Yan Ge interrupted him: “Wucheng’s general is no longer old man Liu, but old general Chang Shijie.”
Chang Shijie and Ming Lan’s father were from the same generation. Ming Lan’s father triumphed in every battle and after he was conferred a title, he received the adoration of the people. Meanwhile, Chang Shijie’s first military campaign was a failure from the start. Although he counted as a general in Chaotang, he held no real power.
Chang Shijie had never been able to deal with the Ming Army. So long as he got an opportunity, he would certainly intervene.
In the previous life, Emperor Yuan did not send people to Wucheng.
Chang Shijie, as well as 50,000 soldiers, were currently stationed there. This was meant to thoroughly seal off Yang Ge and the Ming Army’s path of retreat.
Song Qing looked at her in shock when he heard her words.
He immediately understood. Chaotang not only wanted to abandon General Ming Lan but also wipe out the Ming Army.
The soldiers who protected the country by undergoing nine deaths with only one chance to live would not be dying on the battlefield, but in the hands of the imperial court.
Even though Song Qin was full of warm blood, he was chilled at this moment.
If the soldiers learned of this, their morale would be blown away in an instant.
“Last month, Chang Shijie believed the Ming Army would settle for second best by attacking Wucheng and prepared manpower to patrol the city. The soldiers may not be tired, but they must have relaxed their vigilance after a month.”
Yan did not wait for Song Qing to speak and spoke as if to herself: “I made the people beg and cry under Wucheng’s gates for over a month.”
Song Qing was surprised: “General, do you want to attack Wucheng?”
Yan Ge shook her head: “It’s not the time.”
She walked to the map on the side and pointed at the barbarians’ land as she said: "Tonight, I will leave the city with the Ming Army and attack the barbarians’ stronghold. A roundtrip will take a day. If we don’t return tomorrow, you shouldn't defend Fengcheng to the death. When the time comes, you and Yang Kai will escort the people to the gates of Wucheng. There is no need to enter; the gates will open in three to five days.”
“General, allow Song Wei to take the men out.” Song Qing glared at Yan Ge: “General’s physical condition is not suitable for battle.”
However, Yan Ge couldn't utter these words. She swept her severe gaze over them: “If you can’t protect your nation’s land as a soldier of Daqi, then what face will you have to go back to see your kin?”
Her powerful voice infected the soldiers around her: “As long as I, Ming Lan, stands here, no outsider will ever be allowed to invade, and I will never retreat one step.”
Advisor Song Qing was following Yan Ge’s back closely. He waited for the inspired soldier to scatter before speaking: “General, the rations will only last a few more days. Those barbarians won’t give up and Wucheng offers no helping hand. We cannot go on this way.”
"I have already sent people to Wucheng." Yan Ge's words could sway those soldiers, but Chaotang had not yet sent reinforcements. How could Song Qing not see the strangeness given his character?
Yan Ge had been awake for a day and a night. Exhausted, she reached out to rub her forehead and admitted: “Three messengers were sent out and there have been no responses.”
Song Qing fell silent. After a long while, he said: “General, there are 10,000 people in the city and an additional 30,000 in troops and horses. If the provisions run out, we will turn into a field of starved corpses before the barbarians break into the city. This is not the way.”
"No, it really isn’t." Yan Ge sighed.
"Although Wucheng’s city gates are closed, if the Ming Army forces them open, or even tears the gates down—General allow Song Wei to take a platoon of men to Wucheng and tear down the…”
Yan Ge interrupted him: “Wucheng’s general is no longer old man Liu, but old general Chang Shijie.”
Chang Shijie and Ming Lan’s father were from the same generation. Ming Lan’s father triumphed in every battle and after he was conferred a title, he received the adoration of the people. Meanwhile, Chang Shijie’s first military campaign was a failure from the start. Although he counted as a general in Chaotang, he held no real power.
Chang Shijie had never been able to deal with the Ming Army. So long as he got an opportunity, he would certainly intervene.
In the previous life, Emperor Yuan did not send people to Wucheng.
Chang Shijie, as well as 50,000 soldiers, were currently stationed there. This was meant to thoroughly seal off Yang Ge and the Ming Army’s path of retreat.
Song Qing looked at her in shock when he heard her words.
He immediately understood. Chaotang not only wanted to abandon General Ming Lan but also wipe out the Ming Army.
The soldiers who protected the country by undergoing nine deaths with only one chance to live would not be dying on the battlefield, but in the hands of the imperial court.
Even though Song Qin was full of warm blood, he was chilled at this moment.
If the soldiers learned of this, their morale would be blown away in an instant.
“Last month, Chang Shijie believed the Ming Army would settle for second best by attacking Wucheng and prepared manpower to patrol the city. The soldiers may not be tired, but they must have relaxed their vigilance after a month.”
Yan did not wait for Song Qing to speak and spoke as if to herself: “I made the people beg and cry under Wucheng’s gates for over a month.”
Song Qing was surprised: “General, do you want to attack Wucheng?”
Yan Ge shook her head: “It’s not the time.”
She walked to the map on the side and pointed at the barbarians’ land as she said: "Tonight, I will leave the city with the Ming Army and attack the barbarians’ stronghold. A roundtrip will take a day. If we don’t return tomorrow, you shouldn't defend Fengcheng to the death. When the time comes, you and Yang Kai will escort the people to the gates of Wucheng. There is no need to enter; the gates will open in three to five days.”
“General, allow Song Wei to take the men out.” Song Qing glared at Yan Ge: “General’s physical condition is not suitable for battle.”
