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Prince Hui's Palace.

Throughout the day, the gate of the palace was bustling with traffic, and officials from various offices came in and out with serious expressions.

Passing through the numerous courtyards, Song Yan keenly noticed that the atmosphere in the palace was more solemn than usual.

The guard standing guard in the corridor stood straight with his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Even the maids passing by lowered their heads and their footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible.

The tension of impending war enveloped the entire palace.

Entering the conference room, I saw Li Yanche sitting in the main seat with his eyebrows slightly lowered, listening to the generals below reporting on military situation.

There was no expression of joy or anger on his face, he just nodded occasionally.

As soon as Song Yan stepped into the hall, Li Yanche raised his eyes and looked at her. His eyes were narrow and long, and there was no panic in his eyes.

Song Yan shook her head at him and stood in a corner, indicating that she was just there to listen and there was no need to interrupt the meeting.

Li Yanche understood and continued to listen to the generals' analysis.

Song Yan glanced at everyone in the hall. In addition to a few unfamiliar generals, there was also Song Zhengdu.

He was looking down and recording something. His profile was thin, yet revealed a calmness.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, and the voices of the generals rose and fell:

"The main force of the King of Qi is about 12,000 men. The vanguard is already 100 miles away from Yunshan County. They will be at the gates of the city by noon tomorrow at the latest."

"The situation in Guang'an Prefecture is currently unclear."

"The two thousand guards are all in place, plus the militia recruited by the county government, the city defense force is about three thousand five hundred."

"So in your opinion, how should we deal with this?" Li Yanche asked casually, resting his chin with one hand.

"Since the main force of King Qi bypassed Guang'an Prefecture and headed straight for our Yunshan County, its intention is obvious. It must be coming for our food and supplies." A burly general clasped his fists and said loudly.

This man is Zhao Meng, the deputy commander of the guard army of Prince Hui's palace. He has served in the northern border for many years and has considerable practical experience.

He had been framed by his superiors and exiled to Yizhou as a slave.

Later, when Prince Fu started a rebellion, Zhao Meng was unwilling to be an accomplice, so he took advantage of the chaos to escape. He traveled all the way to Yunshan County, where he was recruited by Li Yanche by chance. Because of his outstanding military talent, he was soon promoted to deputy commander of the guard.

"I suggest that we concentrate our forces to defend the county town. As long as we hold out for three days, once the reinforcements from Guang'an Prefecture arrive, we can attack from both sides and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!"

Another young general had a different opinion: "Deputy Commander Zhao is wrong."

"Although the county town has city defenses, the troops are scattered. If we are surrounded by the enemy, the consequences will be disastrous. I think we should take the initiative to attack and set up an ambush outside the city to dampen their morale!"

This general's name was Qian Bin. He was recommended by Zhan Qingyue. He was quick-witted and quite strategic.

Qian Bin stepped forward and said loudly: "I think we should take advantage of the fact that the King of Qi is not yet firmly established and take the initiative to attack and dampen his spirit!"

"Take the initiative to attack?" Zhao Meng sneered, "General Qian, do you think our two thousand guards can defeat ten thousand rebels?"

"Of course not a head-on confrontation." Qian Bin was confident, "I am willing to lead 500 elite soldiers to attack the enemy camp at night, burn their food and grass, and cut off their retreat!"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Meng shouted angrily, "The enemy is numerous and we are few. A night attack is like hitting a rock with an egg!"

The two of them couldn't reach an agreement on the argument, and the hall suddenly came to a stalemate.

Li Yanche watched the two people arguing leisurely, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, without interrupting.

It was not until the two of them were arguing until their faces turned red that Li Yanche slowly raised his hand and signaled them to be quiet.

He turned his gaze to Zhan Qingyue: "What do you think, Mr. Zhan?"

Zhan Qingyue stood by and listened to the arguments quietly until the prince asked, then he cupped his hands and said, "In my opinion, it is best to defend the city, but we cannot just sit there and wait for death."

"The Qi rebels have just captured Hengchang Prefecture, and they are full of arrogance. They must be exhausted after a long journey. We can first defend the city to wear down their spirit, and at the same time send a small team to go around the enemy's rear and harass their food supply."

Hearing this, Li Yanche raised his eyes slightly and said, "Sir, what you said makes sense."

He looked at Zhao Meng and said, "Deputy Commander Zhao, the defense of the city will be handed over to you."

"I obey your command!" Zhao Meng responded with a serious look, clasping his fists.

Li Yanche turned to Qian Bin and said, "General Qian, you lead 300 elite soldiers to set out tonight, go around the enemy's rear, and wait for an opportunity to harass their food supply. There is no need to fight to the end, but to delay them."

"I obey your order!" Qian Bin responded loudly with a flash of excitement in his eyes.

"Mr. Zhan, thank you for your hard work in the city's dispatch and logistics support."

"It is my humble duty." Zhan Qingyue bowed and accepted the order.

......

The meeting lasted for a full hour. When everyone left, only Li Yanche, Zhan Qingyue and the Song brothers were left in the hall.

"Brother Song." Li Yanche finally showed some signs of fatigue, and his voice softened, "Why are you here?"

Seeing him like this, Song Yan sighed inwardly: "I'll come and see if there's anything I can do to help."

Li Yanche shook his head, his lips slightly raised: "Brother Song, just stay in the city, I will take care of the outside world."

Song Zhengdu closed the record book and looked up and said, "Your Majesty, the city defense deployment has been sorted out. Do you need to make a few more copies and distribute them to each gate?"

"Thank you, Second Brother Song." Li Yanche said, "Just make three copies, one to keep in the government office, one to send to the county government, and one to Deputy Commander Zhao."

Song Zhengdu nodded in agreement and turned to go to the study next door to copy it.

Zhan Qingyue also tactfully excused himself: "I will go and arrange the dispatch of food and fodder."

Song Yan and Li Yanche were the only ones left in the hall.

Li Yanche finally relaxed and rubbed his temples: "Brother Song, I'm a little hungry."

Song Yan asked: "Do you want to eat wontons?"

Li Yanche's eyes instantly lit up with smiles when he heard this. The solemnity he had just shown during the discussion disappeared, and he nodded like a child who had found something interesting. "Well, I want the ones made by Brother Song himself, with more dried shrimps and chopped green onions."

Song Yan glanced at him helplessly: "Wait, I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."

Song Yan hardly ate anything the whole day. Thinking that Song Zhengdu and the others might be hungry, he packed more food.

Not long after, Song Yan came back with two bowls of steaming wontons. The wonton skin was as thin as a cicada's wing and wrapped with tender meat filling. Green chopped green onions and golden shrimp skin floated on the soup, and the aroma was fragrant.

The two sat opposite each other and ate quietly.

After finishing the wontons, Song Yan put the empty bowl aside. Seeing that the tiredness between Li Yanche's eyebrows had faded a little, he sighed in his heart.

Although he is still a half-grown child, he has to shoulder the responsibility of the safety of the whole city.

However, Song Yan still had doubts.

"Little Pomegranate," Song Yan said slowly, with a serious expression, "Tell me the truth, how many troops do you have left to mobilize?"