The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

"What's wrong?!" Guan Yizhi looked at the other party, calmed down the grief in his heart, and asked.

"Marshal... there is another letter that was sent back with... the eldest young master!" After a slight hesitation, the general took out the letter.

He didn't want to take out the letter at this time, because he was really worried that Guan Yizhi would be angry again or even die after reading the letter.

Although he didn't know the content of the letter, he knew that it probably didn't contain any good information.

Guan Yizhi heard this and calmly extended his hand. The general quickly handed the letter over and then stepped back.

Guan Yizhi opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

The content of the letter was very simple. He comforted Guan Yizhi for the pain of losing his son, and felt guilty for letting Guan Yizhi lose his beloved son before him, and for letting him die young. He also advised Guan Yizhi to return to the Daxi Dynasty immediately, because if he let him die young again, he would be dead.

It was just a simple letter of greeting, concern and persuasion. But in Guan Yizhi's eyes, it was like a slap in the face.

Guan Yizhi was so angry that he opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, and then fainted again.

If the content of the letter was provocative, insulting, or clamorous, Guan Yizhi would probably not have reacted so strongly.

Even Guan Yizhi himself thought that the content of the letter would be Chu Yan'er's roar of incompetence, scolding and rebuking him, but he never expected that it was a letter with a sharp edge.

Every word in the letter hit Guan Yizhi's lungs and heart. No matter how patient Guan Yizhi was, he could not bear such humiliation.

Seeing Guan Yizhi faint again, the scene suddenly became chaotic. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear, and they were all scared out of their wits. The whole tent was in chaos again.

After the military doctors came to see Guan Yi, they all shook their heads. Guan Yi was so shocked that he couldn't stand it anymore. He might be seriously ill.

Therefore, the 100,000-strong central army that had been advancing had to stop and set up camp on the spot.

At the same time, another 50,000 Daxi Chao troops were divided into three groups. Guan Yizhi's second son, eldest grandson, and second grandson each led nearly 17,000 people and rushed to the three gates of Hedu City in three directions.

Among them, the army led by Guan Yi's second son had the longest distance to travel. They had to go nearly twice as far to reach the other side of Hedu City.

But when he was halfway around, passing through a hilly area, he was leading 10,000 cavalry and 7,000 infantry.

But just as their army entered the middle section of the hilly area, suddenly, countless ambushes appeared on both sides.

Under the ruthless artillery bombardment, there was a cavalry charge. Before Guan Yizhi's second son Guan Changgeng understood what was happening, he was beheaded by the charging cavalry.

The 17,000-strong army was almost wiped out, with less than a hundred people escaping. They were no longer able to go around the enemy's rear, and could only flee hastily back to the central army of the Daxi Dynasty.

The ones pursuing this army were none other than the coalition forces coming from Lianyun Eighteen Villages, led by Niu Wu and his men.

After Niu Wu and others arrived at Hedu City, they received an interception order from Chu Yan'er, and the 20,000-strong army easily destroyed the enemy's 17,000-strong army.

As for the remaining two directions, after Chu Yan'er made Guan Yi faint, 10,000 Huaining troops blocked the attack. In the end, the entire army was annihilated.

Guan Yizhi's two grandsons were also beheaded and sent back as captives.

After three days of recuperation, Guan Yizhi woke up from his coma. He was very weak at this time. When he woke up, he looked at the generals who were guarding him and had a bad premonition in his heart.

All of these generals had gloomy faces, and looked as if they wanted to say something but were hesitant.

He looked at the deputy commander and asked, "How many days has this commander slept?!"

Upon hearing this, the deputy commander quickly replied: "The commander has been in a coma for three days, and our army has retreated a hundred miles."

Hearing the deputy commander's words, Guan Yizhi frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. They finally advanced to the ten-li area of ​​Hedu City, even if he was unconscious.

The army only needs to camp where it is. With the strength of the troops in Hedu City, they will never dare to go out of the city to fight them. Why did they retreat a hundred miles in fear?

"Why do you want to retreat a hundred miles? Are you trying to ruin my plan? If we retreat, what about the 50,000 troops I sent and the three armies that are surrounding us from three directions?"

There was a hint of questioning and anger in his voice.

Upon hearing this, the deputy commander opened his mouth, but could not utter the following words.

Seeing this, Guan Yizhi's face changed slightly. The uneasiness in his heart became even stronger!

"What on earth happened!" Guan Yizhi glared at the deputy commander with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Marshal! Our three armies... they... have all been destroyed! Three major generals... have... have died... for their country!"

He said the last word with great difficulty. As soon as he said it, he breathed a sigh of relief, as he had finally said what he needed to say.

At the same time, he looked at Guan Yizhi worriedly, his eyes cautious.

Upon hearing this, Guan Yizhi stood there in a daze, not saying a word for a long time. He seemed like a fool. This made everyone's heart rise to their throat.

They were really afraid that Guan Yizhi would faint. If he remained unconscious for another three days, they would lose the battle without even having to fight!

Guan Yizhi just sat there quietly, like a wooden sculpture. The people around him wanted to talk but didn't dare to, so they could only stand there quietly.

After a long while, Guan Yizhi seemed to come back to his senses from his trance. He looked at the deputy commander and asked, "Can their bodies be retrieved?"

He looked very calm, as if he was not talking about his son and grandson, but about an unimportant person.

After several times of great sorrow, Guan Yizhi's mental endurance was significantly strengthened. This time, he did not faint.

But his calmness made everyone look worried. The calmer he was, the more frightening it was.

"The bodies of the three major generals! We don't know what happened to them! Their... heads have been sent back!" The deputy commander sighed and spoke hesitantly.

Guan Yizhi didn't speak for a long time after hearing this. After an unknown amount of time, he waved his hands and said to his men, "Go down! Bring me their... heads!"

Following his voice, the generals looked at each other and finally left the tent. Soon, another person came in holding three wooden boxes.

Guan Yizhi, who was in a daze, then looked towards the three wooden boxes with a look of sadness in his eyes. He stood up and walked to the wooden boxes, reaching out to the three wooden boxes with trembling hands.

He stretched out his hand halfway, his body trembled slightly, and then he stopped there. His eyes were full of sorrow, and he seemed to have aged ten years.

He really couldn't accept this fact. His Guan family had always been small in number, but this war against Dayan caused him to lose two sons and two grandsons at once!