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

Concealing the truth was in vain, Fang Fan quietly approached Marquis Wuwei and whispered a few words in his ear.

However, in just a few words, Marquis Wuwei's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he stared at Fang Fan in astonishment, unable to believe it!

"You! You rascal! You are the scourge of the Fang family!"

I never expected that Fang Fan's bold words were just empty boasting. And he still looked righteous, standing on the top of the city, arrogant. It's too late to regret now!

At this moment, everyone in the city knew that a life-and-death duel with the Jurchens was imminent. What should they do?

Marquis Wuwei's eyes turned rapidly, and he thought hard about what to do, but his thoughts were like a drop in the ocean, and he got nothing for a long while. Finally, he was helpless and sighed:

"Alas, this is the only way!"

Then, he loudly declared to Daishan outside the city:

"Seeing that you have traveled a long distance and are exhausted, I disdain to bully the weak, so I will grant you a day to rest! At this time tomorrow, the two armies will fight to the death!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar everywhere!

Under the city tower, in the Jurchen army, Daishan heard this and couldn't help laughing and crying. He turned to the military advisor Chu Mingsheng for an explanation:

"Sir, what does this mean? What does he want to do?"

Chu Mingsheng was also confused:

"It seems like he is trying to buy time. As for his deeper intentions, I don't know."

Daishan was filled with doubts:

"Should we accept their request and wait for a day?"

Chu Mingsheng nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Wait. Although he is cunning, his words make sense. Our army has come from afar and really needs to rest and recuperate in order to prepare for a full-scale battle!"

Suddenly, Chu Mingsheng's eyes turned.

"Your Highness! I know! He wants to run away!"

Daishan's eyes lit up instantly.

"In that case, why don't we take advantage of the victory now?"

"No! Let him run!"

A sinister smile appeared on Chu Mingsheng's lips, as if a conspiracy was quietly happening.

……

Yunzhou City.

On the city wall, a thousand defenders stood.

At this time, Marquis Wuwei was busy giving orders. He not only dispatched soldiers from all over the city, but also included some civilians, and quietly evacuated from the south gate.

His strategy was to unexpectedly abandon the city!

In his plan, he only needed to write a sincere letter of apology afterwards. After all, victory and defeat had become the norm over the years, and one more defeat would not be a big deal.

As long as there is life, there is hope!

As long as he can escape this disaster, he firmly believes that there will always be a day when he can turn things around, regroup and fight on the battlefield again.

Marquis Wuwei knew very well that although the Jurchen tribes were fierce, their purpose was only to plunder the city’s property. In the end, they would return to the vast grassland with a full load as they had done in the past.

At that time, he will lead the warriors to recover lost territory and rebuild their homeland.

But things are unpredictable. He had not anticipated that the order to abandon the city would arouse dissatisfaction and resistance among many people.

Who would be willing to easily abandon their familiar home and follow a marquis who seems to have no chance of winning into exile?

Faced with the people's reluctance and doubts, a hint of determination flashed in Marquis Wuwei's eyes.

It seemed that all his earnest persuasion was of no use, so he had no choice but to make up his mind and coldly issue the cruel order - abandon those people who were unwilling to leave.

This decision undoubtedly added a sense of heaviness and sadness to the retreat.

……

On a dark and windy night, Fang Yi led his mighty army at a gallop, passing through the rugged mountain roads, and finally arrived outside the majestic west gate of Yunzhou City in the dead of night.

The tower should have been brightly lit and heavily guarded, but now it was dead silent. Only the wind was wandering on the empty streets, bringing with it gusts of cold.

Fang Yi dismounted from his horse, frowned, and stared at the city gate with sharp eyes, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

The scouts emerged from the shadows with ease, the same confused expressions on their faces.

"General, the city gate was not guarded. We opened it easily."

The scout reported in a low voice, with disbelief hidden in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi felt even more uneasy. He looked around and saw that the city gate, which should have been bustling with people, was now as silent as a ghost town.

"Why didn't our army come to support us? Where are the defenders in the city?"

Fang Yi lowered his voice, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

The scout shook his head helplessly, equally confused by the unusual calm.

"There was no one in the city, even the patrolling soldiers were nowhere to be seen. It was as if the entire Yunzhou City had been abandoned."

Fang Yi took a deep breath and made a quick decision.

He dispatched a small team to investigate the north gate, and he led the rest of the men and cautiously entered the ghostly city.

The scene inside the city was even more terrifying.

People gathered in groups of three or five, their faces full of panic and helplessness. They talked in low voices or loudly, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety.

Occasionally, one could hear a few excited shouts: "Instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to fight to the death! North Gate, the Jurchens are waiting!"

Fang Yi knew very well that such fluctuations in public sentiment were definitely not a good sign.

He quickly stepped forward, grabbed an excited young man, and asked anxiously: "Brother, what happened here? Where is Marquis Wuwei and his army?"

The young man turned his head, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that he did not hold much hope for the appearance of Fang Yi and his group.

"What else can you soldiers do besides running away?"

His words were full of sarcasm, but Fang Yi did not get angry. Instead, he patiently explained his purpose.

"I am Fang Yi, who came all the way from Ningjin City to provide support. I have no idea about the situation here. Please tell me the details."

Hearing this, the young man's expression eased slightly, perhaps because he saw a glimmer of hope.

He sighed and slowly told the whole story: "In order to save his own life, Marquis Wuwei quietly abandoned the city and fled on the eve of the enemy's arrival, leaving us unarmed people to fend for ourselves!"

After hearing this, Fang Yi felt a surge of anger in his chest, like a volcano about to erupt.

"A good-for-nothing! A coward!"

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his eyes burned with rage.

Fang Yi was very curious as he listened to the people's stories.

Why didn't the Jurchen troops attack all day?

Can't they see that Marquis Wuwei wants to escape?

Suddenly, he came up with a vicious plan!

The essence of the military strategy of "surround three sides and leave one open" means to surround the enemy tightly on three sides, deliberately leave one side open to lure the enemy into deep, and then strike with all force to capture them all in one fell swoop.

If the folk rumors are true, the crowds surging out of the South Gate are not a way to escape from suffering, but a road to a doomed death.

As they get further and further away from Yunzhou City, Daishan's sharp blade will fall silently, reaping every innocent life.

Behind this plan, there is a deeper calculation - to disrupt the people of Yunzhou, induce panic and flee, and make Yunzhou City like a hollow tree trunk, which remains the same on the outside but is empty on the inside.

Once the time is ripe, it will only be a matter of time before Yunzhou City falls.

Daishan's ambition is to control this vital point. The strategic value of Yunzhou City far exceeds the lives of the people living there.

In this game of chess, the people of Yunzhou are nothing but insignificant consumables in his eyes.

Thinking of this, Fang Yi's gaze became solemn, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Viewed from this perspective, Daishan is actually a man with deep scheming and cruel methods. His cruelty, viciousness and viciousness are chilling.

Staying would mean death, while escaping would also mean entering the underworld. It seemed as if there was no trace of life left in the world, and all that was left was desolation and indignation.