I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

The wind from the grassland, with a hint of desolation and uneasiness, blew across every tent of the Jurchen temporary military camp.

Daishan, a prince of the Jurchen tribe, sat in the big tent in the center of the military camp. His angular face was covered with traces of time and his brows were furrowed.

"The current situation is indeed not optimistic."

The Mongolian prince Urta's deep voice broke the silence in the tent.

His eagle-like sharp eyes swept across the crowd and finally stopped on Daishan.

"Our food reserves have reached a precarious point."

Daishan nodded slightly, and after a moment of silence, he turned his gaze to a Mongolian captain on the other side.

This captain was thin, but his eyes revealed a bit of cunning.

"Alaer, have you made any progress in your intelligence regarding Ningjin City?"

Upon hearing this, Alar's face changed suddenly and his body trembled uncontrollably. Then he stood up hurriedly and knelt on the ground, his head almost touching the cold ground.

"Your Highness, please calm down. Ningjin City is heavily guarded, like a solid wall. It is difficult for our people to find any breakthrough."

"Nine of the ten spies sent out have been captured, and only one is still alive. But he is also forced to hide and dares not move rashly."

There was silence in the tent for a moment.

No one knew that the surviving spy was actually left behind by Fang Yi on purpose.

Daishan's anger was boiling in his chest. He stared at the captain with a sharp gaze and said, "How can you be worthy of the great plan of uniting the Jurchens and Mongols if you are so incompetent?"

Following the order, several sturdy soldiers stepped forward, ready to execute the prince's punishment order.

When Ulta saw this, a hint of displeasure flashed across his brows, but he knew very well that at this critical moment, the two tribes must be closely united, so he suppressed his dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Your Highness, Alar is from my Mongolian ethnic group after all, so leave it to me to handle."

Daishan sneered and replied: "Since we have formed an alliance, the Jurchens and the Mongols are brothers in arms, no one can distinguish between them. As the temporary leader of the allied forces, I have the right to deal with anyone who threatens the interests of the alliance."

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the tent seemed to become even more solemn.

A complex emotion flashed across Ulta's eyes, but he finally chose to remain silent. He knew that in such an extraordinary period, any internal cracks could be exploited by the enemy.

Outside the tent, shrill screams broke the silence, making people shudder with fear.

Inside the tent, the flickering firelight illuminated the complex and ever-changing faces of the tribal leaders.

The Jurchen leaders had a barely perceptible smile on their faces, as if this sudden punishment had nothing to do with them, and it was even some kind of secret comfort.

In contrast, the Mongolian leaders had gloomy faces, furrowed brows, and dissatisfaction and vigilance flashing in their eyes.

In their view, every lash seemed to be a silent warning from Prince Daishan to the Mongols.

When the wailing gradually subsided, everyone gathered again at Daishan's signal.

Daishan's voice was full of unquestionable authority: "At this moment, blindly attacking is not the best strategy. We must look for another opportunity."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gaunt man in a long gown slowly walked out from the shadows. This man was Daishan's think tank - Chu Mingsheng.

Although he is from the Central Plains, the strategic planning spirit between his brows cannot be underestimated.

When he was attacked by the Jurchens led by Daishan, he finally chose to surrender in order to save his life.

Chu Mingsheng gently unfolded the folding fan in his hand and said mysteriously: "Your Highness, in my opinion, Ningjin City is indestructible. Why don't you change your mindset and set your sights on Yunzhou City?"

Daishan raised his eyebrows, obviously quite interested in this proposal, and urged: "Tell me about it."

Chu Mingsheng smiled and pointed at the military scroll spread out on the table. His sharp eyes seemed to have penetrated the thick parchment. "The key lies in Yanmen Pass. It is a natural barrier between us and Yunzhou."

Everyone looked in the direction of Chu Mingsheng's finger, and saw that Yanmen Pass in the picture was majestic and steep, like a natural moat. They couldn't help but secretly admire its dangerous geographical location.

Daishan frowned and said, "Yanmen Pass is impregnable and the passage is narrow. With our military strength, it will be futile even if we forcefully attack it."

This is also the reason why they would rather attack the heavily guarded Ningjin City than go to Yanmen Pass.

A hint of cunning flashed across Chu Mingsheng's face.

"It was indeed difficult to cross in the past, but the situation has changed! According to the latest intelligence from the scouts, the Marquis of Wuwei in Yunzhou City has withdrawn half of the garrison troops at Yanmen Pass, leaving only 2,000 people stationed there."

Uerta retorted disapprovingly: "A thousand men, so what? We are mainly cavalry, and the terrain of Yanmen Pass is not conducive to launching a large-scale charge."

After hearing this, Chu Mingsheng laughed out loud: "As the saying goes, 'All is fair in war'. My plan is to defeat the enemy without fighting and take Yanmen Pass directly!"

When Daishan heard this, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"

Chu Mingsheng paused for a moment, his tone full of confidence: "The new garrison commander, Hou San, is a greedy man. I have met him once before. As long as we give him enough temptation, it will be easy for him to open the gate and let him go, right?"

……

In Ningjin City, the night falls deeply, but it is not silent. The lights are like stars, lighting up the sleepless night.

Since Fang Fan embarked on his journey and attacked the Jurchen tribe, three hours have passed quietly.

That night, the drums of war were faintly beating in my heart, foreshadowing the inevitable war.

Although Fang Yi was furious about the Fang family's actions, he put aside his personal grudges when the country was in danger.

He knew very well that only unity could protect the lives of the brave defenders in Yunzhou City and prevent them from becoming victims.

On the tower, the breeze was blowing, and Wu Minbo's voice penetrated the night, asking Fang Yi: "Are you determined to rescue you this time? Even if that person used a trick to make you leave your hometown, and even nearly buried you on the road to the underworld?"

After saying that, he pointed in the direction of the grassland in the distance.

"We can only send out 2,000 soldiers from the city this time. After all, I still need to ensure the safety of Ningjin City! And the Jurchen tribe has at least 20,000 people!"

Fang Yi's lips curled up into a faint smile, his eyes flashing with determination: "Don't worry, sir. The peace of the northern border is related to the mountains and rivers of our Han people. I know what is more important. I know it clearly."

"Ha! What a Han Chinese mountain and river! The words show the true qualities of a man, so refreshing!"

Although Wu Minbo is just a scholar, he is also full of passion.

He has sincere admiration for Fang Yi.

He witnessed Fang Yi's transformation from a humble pawn to a powerful hero, and it all happened in just a month.

There is no doubt that Fang Yi is a pillar of society and deserves all our efforts to cultivate!

After the greetings, Fang Yi picked up the spear in his hand.

He mounted his warhorse and said to the two thousand cavalrymen behind him: "Let's go!"

A battle with a huge disparity in numbers has begun...