Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen then looked at the map spread out in front of him with a focused expression. His fingertips gently slid across the mountains and rivers on the map, his eyes deep and steady.

"Ladies and gentlemen, soldiers, now we need to formulate a strategy that can both repel the Western Regions and minimize our casualties." Jiang Chen's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the tent.

The soldiers of the Former Yan stood aside. Murong Hao spoke first, his tone tinged with confidence, "Your Highness, we know this land inside and out. Although the Western Regions' army is numerous, their logistical supply lines are fragile. If we can cut off their food supply, their morale will surely be shaken."

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with admiration: "Oh? General Murong, do you have any specific plans?"

Murong Hao smiled slightly and pointed to a valley on the map. "This is the only way to the Western Region's granary. The terrain is steep and dangerous. We only need to send out an elite squad to ambush here and cut off their food supply. At the same time, we can send out a light cavalry to harass them from the flank and disrupt their formation."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly after hearing this, and his mind suddenly became clear. He turned his gaze to the other generals: "Everyone, do you have any other suggestions?"

Xianyu Linyuan stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, although the Western Region's army is powerful, they are unfamiliar with this area. We can use a surprise attack at night to catch them off guard."

Zhong Xiaodan also echoed, "Yes, our army can contain the enemy head-on and draw their attention. Then, the soldiers of the Former Yan can launch a surprise attack from the flank to disrupt the enemy's deployment."

A complete strategy gradually formed in Jiang Chen's mind, and he felt an unprecedented sense of confidence. "Alright! Let's follow everyone's suggestions and work together to defeat the Western Regions!"

Everyone nodded, with a determined look on their faces.

In the next few days, Xianyu Linyuan, in accordance with Jiang Chen's orders, sent the women, children, the elderly and the young of the Former Yan to Yizhou one after another.

On a sunny day, the convoy slowly moved along the winding mountain road. Children sat in the vehicles, curiously gazing at the surrounding scenery with innocent smiles on their faces. Women chatted in low voices, their eyes sparkling with anticipation for a new life.

The streets of Yizhou were bustling with activity. Xianyu Linyuan personally oversaw the settlement of the people of Former Yan into comfortable homes.

The air was filled with the aroma of fresh bread and the tempting smell of stew, and children ran happily in the streets, their laughter echoing in the air.

An elderly woman shook Xian Yulinyuan's hand and said gratefully, "General, thank you so much! We finally have a place to stay."

Xian Yulinyuan smiled and comforted her: "Auntie, this is what we should do. You can rest assured and stay here. We will definitely protect everyone's safety."

Meanwhile, Murong Hao and his less than three hundred Former Yan soldiers were ready to follow Jiang Chen and his men on their campaign to the Western Regions. Their eyes were filled with determination and courage, their weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

On the day of departure, the early morning sky was pale and the air was filled with the freshness of dew.

Jiang Chen rode on his horse, gazing at the orderly procession behind him, his heart filled with lofty ambitions. He took a deep breath, feeling the heat from the horse's nostrils and the warmth of its fur.

"Go!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the valley.

The group headed westward, fighting continuously.

In the wilderness, the wind blew the grass, making a rustling sound.

The mountains in the distance are rolling and shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The soldiers' footsteps were sonorous and powerful, and the sound of horse hooves and war drums intertwined to form a passionate war song.

Not long after, everyone finally arrived at the city of Xizhou and successfully met General Zhong Wenbin and others.

Zhong Wenbin is tall and has a resolute face. When he saw Jiang Chen and others coming, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

"Your Highness, you are finally here!" Zhong Wenbin saluted with his fists clasped together and spoke in a loud voice.

Jiang Chen dismounted and shook hands with him: "General Zhong, thank you for your hard work. Let us fight side by side."

As night fell, campfires lit up across the camp, their flames illuminating everyone's face. The air was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of barbecue. Soldiers gathered together, sharing stories and experiences, laughter lingering.

However, the shadow of war always loomed over them. The next morning, just after dawn, the left forward Zuo Yongyu walked quickly into the general's tent, looking a little nervous.

"Report - Your Highness Prince Yan, the people guarding the city ahead are none other than old acquaintances of ours." He reported with a fist salute.

Jiang Chen put down the teacup in his hand and frowned slightly: "Oh? Who is it?"

Mi Chunhong, who was standing by, scratched his head and said in confusion, "An old acquaintance of ours? Who could it be?"

Jiang Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile: "Could it be Lord Ji?"

Zuo Yongyu smiled and said, "Your Highness the Prince of Yan is truly a master of strategy! On that city wall are none other than Lord Ji and General Mammon."

Zhong Wenbin snorted coldly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "Humph, everyone is here."

Jiang Chen stood up, his eyes determined: "In that case, then beat the drums and prepare for battle!"

"Yes!" Zuo Yongyu excitedly took the order and quickly conveyed it, and all camps and strongholds took action immediately.

The sound of war drums resounded through the sky, the soldiers were ready to go, and their swords gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Jiang Chen, General Zhong Wenbin and General Zhong Xiaodan rode their horses to the gate of Xizhou City.

The morning air was a bit chilly, and the wind rustled their cloaks. The towering city walls and the tightly closed gates gave people a heavy, oppressive feeling.

Just as they were about to challenge, the city gate suddenly made a heavy "boom" sound and slowly opened.

A group of soldiers walked out of the city. The leader was wearing gorgeous official uniform and had a sullen face. He was none other than Lord Ji from the Western Regions.

Jiang Chen looked at Lord Ji carefully and saw that his eye sockets were sunken and his face was sallow, like someone who had been ill for a long time.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes revealing fatigue and anxiety, clearly someone who hadn't slept well in days. His skin was dry, his lips were pale, and he looked haggard.

Lord Ji stepped forward, forced a smile, clasped his fists, and said, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, I am honored."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "Master Ji, I haven't seen you for a few days. You have lost a lot of weight. Is there anything bothering you?"

Lord Ji snorted coldly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, since we have already ceded the three prefectures and reached a friendly transfer agreement, what is your intention in leading such a large army here?"

Jiang Chen's eyes turned cold, and his tone became serious: "Master Ji, I was just about to ask you. You have already transferred the three prefectures, why did you go back on your word?"

Lord Ji frowned, looking puzzled. "Going back on your word? What do you mean?"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Master Ji, I have three questions, please enlighten me."

Lord Ji was a little nervous, but he remained calm: "Your Highness Prince Yan, please speak."