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Chapter 857: A Test of Danger and Opportunity (Part )

Faced with Yuchi Gong's lack of respect, although Changsun Wuji was angry, he could do nothing about it.

I can only secretly curse Yuchi Gong for being a rough guy. When this guy got angry, he even dared to punch Rencheng Prince Li Daozong, and even Li Shimin couldn't do anything about it. I am a wise man who makes a living by my brain. I would lose face if I argued with such a person.

Pooh.
After silently complaining in his heart for a while, he looked at the remaining generals and continued to give orders: "The other generals do not need to go to the battle, just defend your positions. If anyone escapes from your positions, bring them to me with your heads."

"Yes, we will follow the commander's orders!" The generals responded loudly and then left the tent in an orderly manner.

After receiving the command arrow, Hou Junji did not leave immediately. Seeing that only Tang Jian was left in the tent, he asked hesitantly, "Master Changsun, is this appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate?"

Without outsiders, Changsun Wuji's face fell, and he still said with indignation and anger: "He is so powerful, and he has 10,000 Flying Tigers, which is enough. If the Right Wise King's troops escape from him, how will he explain to the emperor?"

"Your Excellency should not act out of loyalty, Your Majesty."

Hou Junji was about to persuade him, but Changsun Wuji waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Junji. In fact, the odds in this battle are too different. The other side has lost their warhorses, which means that 80% of their combat power has been eliminated. The remaining power is not reliable."

"There is not much food in the city. After a few days of siege, when the enemy's morale is low, I will send people to persuade them to surrender."

"I think under the general trend, stubborn resistance is a dead end, and the Right Wise King has no choice but to sit back and wait for death."

"If we can avoid fighting, everyone will be happy."

Hou Junji nodded in relief and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, the Right Wise King is also a talent. The emperor has always valued talents. In the past, Zhisi Shili and Asinasmo surrendered to the Tang Dynasty and became generals. With past experience, I think the Right Wise King will also abandon the dark and join the light."

'Well'

Zhang Sun Wuji was startled, then shook his head and murmured, "I hope so. However, everyone else can surrender, but the Right Wise King may not be willing to do so?"

"He is originally a Han Chinese who drifted to the grassland."

Tang Jian frowned, "By chance, he became the Right Wise King of the Turks, and his reputation has risen. Now that he has returned to our Tang Dynasty, the Emperor loves his talent and has made important use of him, regardless of past grudges. He can return to his hometown in glory and bring honor to his family. What else can he not want?"

"When the time comes, I will go and persuade him personally."

"If he dares to hesitate even a little, I will dig out his entire eight generations of ancestors. I will see if he still has the face to face his ancestors for helping the tyrant."

When Changsun Wuji saw Old Man Tang, who had such a clear distinction between love and hate, he opened his mouth hesitantly, but ultimately said nothing.

The fact that Youxian King Li Yan was Li Jiancheng's eldest son was extremely sensitive and highly confidential. Out of caution, Changsun Wuji did not reveal it to the outside world. Therefore, neither Tang Jian nor Hou Junji knew about this inside story.

'Right Wise King, Right Wise King, Right Wise King'

At this moment, there was a roar like thunder and sea outside the tent. The three men pricked up their ears and their faces suddenly changed. Thousands of people shouted the slogan of the Right Wise King in unison, sweeping in like a landslide, and the sound was as breathtaking as thunder.

The united will and unyielding faith embodied in the waves of voice made the three of them feel heavy-hearted.

Hou Junji raised his eyebrows and praised: "This Right Xianwang is really a good man. He is so supported by his soldiers. With such cohesion, no wonder you want to start a war like this. Junji is ashamed."

"For a person like this, it is only right to be cautious no matter how you plan."

"If this boy doesn't die, he will be a great threat to our Tang Dynasty." Changsun Wuji's face was as gloomy as water, and he said coldly, his fear in his heart deepened.

Tang Jian stroked his beard and said with determination: "Such a great man must belong to our Tang Dynasty."

Three days later, Liaodong City!
The 20,000 defenders of the Right Wise King's army in the city treated the city as a powerful enemy. They closed the city gates, guarded the city walls day and night, and demolished the houses in the city, transporting stones and beams to the top of the city in order to deal with the attack of the Tang army outside the city.

Unlike the defenders who were in a panic and on high alert, the city lord's mansion was peaceful and calm.

In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, where Jie Li had given orders before, Li Yan was sitting there, wearing a moon-white robe with cloud patterns, his hair tied up high, with a leisurely expression, and holding a copy of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his hand, which he was reading with great interest.

He did not take the more than 200,000 enemy troops outside the city seriously at all. From time to time, he reached out to take a candied fruit from the fruit plate on the table in front of him, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and savored the stimulation of the sweet and sour taste on his taste buds.

Every once in a while, I reach out and turn the page of the book, continuing to wander in the long river of history, absorbing the wisdom of the ancients.

These 20,000 troops were basically all Gu Rentu's subordinates. The Tang army took a defensive posture ten miles away and seemed not to take the initiative to attack the city. However, Gu Rentu did not relax his vigilance. He still abided by his duties, and did a good job of defense every day to ensure that the Tang army would not be given any opportunity to take advantage.

After that, I went to the main hall and waited.

Three days passed in a row. Li Yan only asked at the beginning whether the food and grass could last for ten days. He never gave any more orders and read peacefully in the hall.

It seemed that they were helpless in the face of the predicament outside, and they were just waiting to die. Hermu was at a loss at this time. Three days ago, he and Gu Rentu had temporarily stabilized the morale of the army on the top of the city, but this was not a long-term solution. There was limited food and grass in the city. Even if the Tang army did not attack the city, their side would not be able to hold out for long.

Faced with such a dead end, even if Helmu had a hundred clever ideas, he was helpless.

The sun sets and the light gradually fades away.

The night falls, like an endless black cloth slowly covering the entire world, swallowing up the hustle and bustle and vitality of the day.

Another day passed, and the three of them sat quietly in the hall.

Under the illumination of the candlesticks around them, the few people did not talk. In the quiet hall, there was only the sound of Li Yan turning the pages of the book. Gu Rentu, who was sitting opposite, had his eyes wide open, but now he began to feel confused and dozed off silently.

Time passed slowly. The anxious Hermu looked up and saw Li Yan's calm and composed face. He finally gave in and admitted that he was not as strong-willed as the Right Wise King. People who are burdened with things are not as generous as those who are open-minded.

"Your Majesty, please think of a solution!"

Hermu asked, "It seems that the Tang Dynasty is not going to attack the city, but even so, our food and grass are only enough to last for ten days. After ten days, there will be no need for the Tang army to attack the city, and we will be in chaos. Should we fight or surrender? Can you make a decision?"

The sudden sound in the quiet space woke up Gu Rentu, who was nodding his head because of dozing off.

With a start, Gu Rentu subconsciously reached out and grasped the scimitar on the table. Then he looked at the scene in the hall, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at Li Yan.

Li Yan put the book down helplessly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then looked up and thought for a while.

He looked at the two people in front of him and began to argue with them.

"Heermu, you are my number one counselor; Gu Rentu is my most important general. You two are my right-hand men. Now our army is in danger. Do you think we should break through or surrender?"

"My king, I will obey you."

Gu Rentu's spirits lifted, his chest puffed out, and he said without hesitation: "If you want to order a breakout, Gu Rentu will lead his brothers to charge for you. Even if we have to fight to the last man, we will fight our way out and protect you."

"If you surrender, I will follow you. We will live together and die together."

Li Yan smiled and nodded. It is said that a person's thoughts can be best seen at the moment of life and death.

Li Yan has a true eye that can distinguish loyalty from treason, but he does not want to always rely on external things. Not only are there a large number of middle and lower-level generals, but Li Yan still wants to rely on his own eyes to distinguish his loyal ministers.

Moreover, sometimes people's loyalty and betrayal are not the same. As the feelings grow and they share hardships, their loyalty and betrayal will increase accordingly.

This is itself a process of mutual influence, which is to cultivate the loyalty of subordinates and to exercise one's own ability to control.

When the incident just happened, Li Yan was also a little confused, but he was not as scared as others.

At worst, his identity would be leaked in advance, and he could return to the Tang Dynasty earlier and still be the crown prince who was second only to the emperor.

Fortunately, the five years of hard work were not in vain. At least this cancer that had been entrenched on the Liaodong Peninsula for thousands of years was finally taken down by them.

This was the first opportunity for the Central Plains dynasty to completely incorporate it into its unified territory since King Wu of Zhou granted the title of Duke of Korea to his important minister Jizi during the transition from Shang to Zhou more than a thousand years BC. In this regard, Li Yan's five years of work were not in vain.

After slowly calming down, Li Yan decided to continue.

After all, the Western Regions and the Tibetans on the plateau have not been recovered, and Li Shimin's reforms have not been completed. Now that he returns to the Tang Dynasty, this free-flying dragon will be locked in a cage again. Chang'an City can only accommodate one real dragon.

Since ancient times, there has been no two suns in the sky, and no two kings in a country.

Li Yan could not accept being stripped of his power and had to be an ordinary prince; Li Shimin also could not tolerate the existence of a person who influenced half of the court and could replace him at any time, even if that person was his own crown prince.

Li Shimin would not think of handing over power until the end of his life.

Once he returned, he would see dragons fighting in the wild, with blood gushing out. The Tang Dynasty was at a critical period of rebirth and could not withstand such turmoil.

Besides, the situation is not out of control yet.

After making plans for the next step, Li Yan began to wait. He wanted to use this desperate situation of inevitable death to train his subordinates and make personnel preparations for future control of the grassland.

The current situation is one that can be easily broken for him, but for those under him, it is undoubtedly like being in a sea of ​​fire and swords, suffering every moment, but it is also a good opportunity for them to break out of the cocoon and be reborn.

A desperate situation can reveal a person's true character and can also forge a hero.

(End of this chapter)