Chapter 111: Changes in All Directions

Shanggu County.

Charhar sat in front of the campfire.

On the shelf of the campfire, a chicken was roasted until it was full of oil, exuding an alluring aroma.

He was used to eating beef and mutton in the grassland, but when he came to Yanzhou, he wanted to change his taste.

Beside him, two pretty women had messy hair and their clothes were torn and damaged, unable to cover their entire bodies.

Not far from Charha, there were many plundered women.

The Beidi cavalry will use their horses to surround the city. They are enjoying themselves inside, and from time to time, women's shrill screams can be heard from inside.

"Hahaha..." Zhaerha laughed wildly.

The animalistic atmosphere aroused his desire, and he once again pressed the woman next to him under him.

On the other side, about ten meters away, there was a group of robbed people.

These people were all men, ranging in age from six to under forty, and all urchins and old men below this age were slaughtered.

The old have no value, and the young are inconvenient to take away.

Among them were soldiers, craftsmen, scholars, and officials.

At this time, they listened numbly to the tragic sounds coming from the other side, indifferent.

"Cowards, a bunch of cowards!" a voice shouted.

The sound came from a cage on a carriage.

Inside, a handsomely dressed young man roared loudly, his eyes red.

But no matter how he called, the young man who was robbed remained indifferent.

Along the way, anyone who dared to resist died under the scimitars of the Beidi people.

After a while, Charha stood up from the ground.

He picked up a roasted and fragrant pheasant and came to the young man.

While gnawing on the chicken, he said jokingly: "Hahaha, scream, it's useless if you scream again, they would rather live alive than die."

Putting the chicken in front of the young man, Zharha took it away and said, "Hey, I didn't expect to catch such a big fish like you this autumn hunting. Your father will definitely spend a lot of money to get you back."

"Bah, don't even think about it!" The young man's eyes widened and he spat at Zhaerha, landing on Zhaerha's roast chicken.

Chalha's red face had veins popping out as he punched the cage, hitting the young man in the abdomen.

The young man suddenly felt severe pain, but he tried not to make a sound, but his face was distorted in pain.

Just as Zharha was about to throw a second punch, suddenly a Beidi cavalry galloped from a distance.

The cavalry stopped in front of Charha, dismounted and said: "Sir Langlu, it's not good, the king fell into King Yan's trick in Yan City, and the whole army was wiped out. Please go to Yan County immediately to protect the king."

"What are you talking about!" Zhaerha grabbed the soldier's collar, "That's nonsense, how could our Beidi army lose to King Yan."

The soldier trembled and said, "It's absolutely true, Mu Tuo Lang Lu's life and death are uncertain now, and another group of people has already gone to notify Tam Lang Lu."

Charha put the soldier down, his eyes full of anger.

Not long ago, he also received news that he would join forces with the king.

Unexpectedly, this news came back in such a short time.

The young man was stunned when he heard the news and murmured: "King Yan won the battle? How is it possible?"

Zhaerha shouted at this time: "Everyone, go to Yan County immediately to meet the king. We are going to take revenge."

A captain heard this and said, "Sir, what should I do with these looted things?"

Zhaerha glanced at it, feeling a little reluctant to part with the things he had snatched from the three counties these days.

Since entering Yan County, looting has become very easy.

What surprised him even more was that the Yuan family's troops did not come to disturb them at all this time.

Therefore, he grabbed more things than in previous years.

But if he carries these things, he cannot march quickly.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Leave a thousand people to escort you, and the others will follow me."

After that, he gathered his troops and headed towards Yan County.

…

Yancheng, General's Mansion.

Mo Zhai was looking through the battle report sent by Tan Ma.

After the Autumn Hunting in Beidi, he continued to send scouts into the grassland to explore, hoping to find flaws in the defense of the Black Iron King's tent.

But Kutu did not let down the guard of the royal court. A large number of cavalry and servants were guarding there, so he had no chance to launch a surprise attack.

"Father, there is good news." At this time, a young general came in excitedly.

He is Mo Di's youngest son, Mo Yu.

Since his father guarded Yan Pass, he has been practicing with his father.

At present, he is a captain of the Yanguan garrison, commanding 5,000 people.

"What was your name just now?" Mo Zhai didn't even raise his head, but his voice was very stern.

Mo Yu immediately realized something, looked solemn, and said loudly: "General, there is new military information."

"Say." Mo Zhai spoke calmly.

"The Beidi cavalry who plundered Ping County have evacuated. The general captured a Beidi prisoner. He said that King Yan had a great victory in Yancheng. The soldiers of the royal palace were searching for Kutu in the entire county, and they were rushing to support them."

Mo Zhai thought for a moment that he heard wrongly, and he asked again, "You said King Yan won a great victory."

"Yes, King Yan won. Now Kutu has only a thousand remnant soldiers hiding in Yan County. King Yan's soldiers are hunting them." Mo Yu looked excited, "This King Yan really has something."

Mo Zhai put down the battle report and his eyes wandered back and forth.

The Yuan family soldiers and horses watched the fire from across the bank. He thought that Yanzhou's losses this time would be more tragic than in previous years.

But I didn't expect that such news would come within ten days.

He slapped the desk hard and said, "Come here, immediately dispatch eight thousand cavalry to Yan County to help the King of Yan. In addition, strengthen the attack on the Black Iron King's tent so that they can't get away and go south."

Mo Yu was shocked and said, "Father, the emperor strictly ordered Yanguan to participate in the autumn hunting and encirclement, and this is the responsibility of the Yuan family. If we go out rashly, I am afraid that the Yuan family will impeach my father and the emperor will be furious."

He said this as a son to his father.

Mo Di laughed loudly and didn't care. He said, "When a general is away, he may not obey the orders of the emperor."

Then, his smile gradually disappeared, "How long do you think the King of Yan can hold on? The Battle of Ningjin that year buried the last elite of Dasong. Since then, Dasong's military strength has been weak. Now, it is not even as well-equipped as the private soldiers of the powerful families. Once the Northern Di decides to go south, Yanguan will be difficult to hold. This King of Yan, I think of him differently. Now he has defeated Kutu, which makes my father look at him with new eyes. For the sake of the country and the king, I should help him."

Mo Yu nodded.

The ancestral motto of the Mo family: serve the country with loyalty.

All the Mohist disciples of all generations have abided by this. No matter how the emperors in the court change, the Mohist school has always been on the front line of guarding the territory of Dasong.

Therefore, his father made such a decision regardless of his own reputation, and it was ultimately for Dasong.

"General, let me go." Mo Yu bowed his hands. Now he was just a captain.

Mo Di hesitated, and finally nodded slowly, "Although the Northern Di was defeated, it should not be underestimated. After meeting the King of Yan, you must obey the orders of the King of Yan and cooperate with him to act at his convenience."

Mo Yu nodded, said yes, and turned away.

Fan Yang.

Yuan Li's face was extremely ugly when he learned that the King of Yan had won a great victory.

"We must not let the King of Yan live!" Yuan Li's chest rose and fell slightly.

He could accept the King of Yan's tragic defeat or tragic victory.

But he could not tolerate a great victory. Such a King of Yan was like a sword hanging over his head for his Yuan family.

There was a trace of determination in his eyes.

He asked someone to call a guest and whispered to him a few times.

The doorman nodded and turned to leave.