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

Inside the grassland camp, long howls of lone wolves could occasionally be heard outside the tents.

The makeshift meeting hall was brightly lit and crowded with people, and the air was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

This was the first time that the Jurchens and Mongols had suffered such a defeat since their alliance. This was not only the pain of loss, but also the shame of losing face. The fire of revenge burned in everyone's heart.

Military advisor Chu Mingsheng stood in the center of the hall. He had a thin face but eyes as sharp as an eagle. He was talking incessantly about his brilliant strategies.

"Yumen Pass may seem like an iron wall, but it is actually full of loopholes. As far as I know, there are only 2,000 soldiers guarding there, most of whom are new recruits, and almost all of them are Hou San's trusted aides who were promoted by him."

Uerta, who was sitting below, frowned and questioned: "How can the military advisor determine that those new recruits are all Hou San's confidants? If there are people loyal to the Great Zhou among them, wouldn't it be a failure?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Mingsheng displayed a confident smile.

“Your Highness, you don’t know that I have been in the Northern Frontier for several years and I know that idiot Marquis Wuwei quite well.

This man values ​​his life very much. Once the war becomes intense, he will definitely take away all the elite troops, leaving behind only some insignificant recruits and new defenders like Hou San.

These people have no actual combat experience, nor are they loyal to the Great Zhou. As long as the benefits are tempting enough, they will easily defect."

After the speech, a low voice of discussion suddenly rang out in the meeting room, and many people had strange lights in their eyes.

At this time, Daishan stood up.

"Chu's military advisor is indeed far-sighted and has won the battle before it even begins! If you can succeed in this battle, I, Daishan, will definitely commend you in front of the Khan, and you will be granted the title of nobility and prime minister in no time!"

After hearing this, Chu Mingsheng was secretly delighted, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. His gaze passed through the tent and went straight to Yumen Pass.

"Marquis Wuwei, oh Marquis Wuwei, you abandoned me in the past in order to survive. Now, I will use your blood to pay tribute to my years of humiliation and hatred."

He whispered in his heart, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and vowed to sweep away the haze of the past.

Just as everyone was sitting around talking.

The cold wind howled outside the house, which seemed to foreshadow something ominous.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the room, accompanied by the panicked shouts of the soldiers outside the door: "Your Highness, it's bad! There is an enemy attack at night!"

"what!"

Daishan stood up suddenly, his face changed suddenly, as if he was struck by a sudden thunder.

The nobles and generals present all looked at him in astonishment, and the air froze for a moment.

Daishan's heart suddenly sank, but years of experience allowed him to quickly calm down.

He took a deep breath, his eyes were sharp, and he asked the intruding soldier in a stern voice: "How many enemies are there? What flag do they belong to?"

The soldier, still catching his breath, hurriedly replied, "There are a lot of people, probably over ten thousand, and there is a distinct square character on the flag!"

As soon as the "Fang" flag came out, Daishan's tense expression relaxed a little, and an imperceptible sneer crept up the corner of his mouth.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Chu Mingsheng on the side suddenly laughed out loud, looked around at everyone, and said to the people who were still fearful: "Your Highness, look, isn't this a good opportunity for us to turn things around?"

Daishan frowned slightly, not understanding what he meant: "Mingsheng, why do you say that? Our clan is facing an enemy, how can this be considered an opportunity?"

Chu Mingsheng stroked his beard, his eyes flickering with cunning, and asked, "Your Highness, do you still remember which flag the Great Zhou army raised when they defeated us last time?"

Daishan frowned and racked his brains, but he could not remember that terrifying battle flag.

At the side, Prince Uerta, who was dressed in gorgeous Mongolian costumes, slowly spoke: "It's Wu!"

Chu Mingsheng nodded in agreement and continued, "Your Highness is right. The attackers this time are not the Wu, but the troops of Marquis Wuwei who are flying under the banner of the square character. This man is brave but not wise, and his army is just a bunch of idiots. They are not worth mentioning!"

After hearing this, Daishan's frown suddenly relaxed and a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

He understood that this was not the powerful enemy that had repeatedly defeated them before, but a piece of fat meat that was delivered to their mouths!

"Okay! In that case..."

Daishan changed the subject, his tone firm and full of pride, "Everyone in the clan, listen to my command! No need to be afraid, meet the enemy head on! No matter how many enemies there are and how few we are, we will kill one if we meet one, and kill ten if we meet ten. We swear to wipe out all the invaders!"

Outside the tent, the cavalry led by Fang Fan were like a stalking black panther. The closer they got to the Jurchen camp, the more deafening the sound of their hooves became.

In the distance, the fire illuminated the sky, and Fang Fan's eyes flashed with uncontrollable excitement.

"Fang Yi, you stupid guy, just wait and see! I, Fang Fan, will definitely let you see clearly who is worthy of the position of the future Marquis of the Fang family!"

He muttered to himself, and the hatred in his heart turned into a cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Turning to face the 10,000 elite cavalrymen behind him, Fang Fan's voice was like a war drum, resounding through the sky: "Warriors of Yunzhou City, the time to make achievements has come! Follow me to charge and bring glory back to Yunzhou!"

As the order was given, ten thousand cavalrymen rushed towards the blazing camp like wild horses with unstoppable momentum, raising dust so high that even the heaven and earth seemed to tremble.

However, when the troops led by Fang Fan stepped into the camp, the scene before them made everyone's blood freeze instantly - the camp was empty, with only the embers of a campfire and scattered weapons.

"Young Marquis, something is fishy. Should we evacuate first and formulate a new strategy?"

The deputy general beside Fang Fan looked solemn and reminded in a low voice.

Fang Fan frowned upon hearing this, but then a hint of unwillingness flashed across his eyes: "What's wrong? It's clearly these Jurchens who are arrogant and careless. Charge! Today, we will let the Jurchens know that the Fang family army is unstoppable!"

So, these 10,000 cavalrymen, with the belief that they would win, resolutely rushed into the heartland of the Jurchens, but they did not know that they were stepping step by step into the trap carefully woven by the enemy.

Just as they were advancing deep into enemy territory, deafening shouts of killing suddenly came from the rear, flames shot up into the sky, and tens of thousands of Jurchen and Mongolian coalition forces poured out like a tide, tightly surrounding Fang Fan's troops.

The leader was none other than the Jurchen prince Daishan. He rode on a tall warhorse, his smile full of pride and contempt.

"Where is the leader of the Fang family? Come out and show yourself to this prince!"

Daishan's voice echoed on the battlefield, extremely arrogant.

Fang Fan's face was pale, but he still forced himself to straighten his back and walk out of the queue step by step.

Daishan's gaze lingered on him, and he suddenly burst into laughter: "Hey, isn't this the young master who escaped by luck last time? It seems that you are still very lucky!"

Fang Fan's eyes were red with anger, and Dai Shan's appearance undoubtedly added fuel to the rage in his heart.

Although he knew that this was a trap, the fire of revenge in Fang Fan's heart had already spread like wildfire and could never be extinguished.

"It's you!"