Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

Outside the tent, the night was deep.

He Qingshan personally selected ten of the best riders, all of whom were veterans who survived the Double Blade Camp.

He handed the oilcloth bag to the scarred captain at the head of the group, his voice heavy: "This battle report concerns the situation in the southwest, and the blood feud of three thousand brothers in the Double Blade Battalion! It must be delivered to the Prince of Langya personally, and must not be lost on the way!"

"Don't worry, Captain!" The scarred captain nodded emphatically, carefully concealed the oilcloth bag on his body, and mounted his horse.

The ten riders charged out of the Fuzhou camp like arrows released from a bow, disappearing into the vast night in the north.

The sound of horses' hooves was rapid, shattering the moonlight on the ground.

North of Juzhou, the main camp of the Prince of Langya.

Inside the central command tent, the lights were bright. Xiao Ruofeng stood in front of a huge map of the southwest, his brows slightly furrowed.

The map was covered with small flags of various colors—red for the Northern Army, black for the Windbreaker Army, and white for the possible Medicine Man troops.

He had been standing in front of this painting for two hours.

The tent flap was lifted, and Xiao Ping, the commander of the personal guards, strode in, carrying a blood-stained oilcloth bag in his hands.

"Your Highness, a report has come from Fuzhou that General Ye Xiaoying's scouts have arrived."

Xiao Ruofeng turned around, his gaze falling on the dark brown bloodstains on the oilcloth bag, and his heart sank.

He took the cloth bag; it felt heavy in his hand, as if it carried the weight of thousands of dead souls.

Disassemble and unfold the battle report.

After reading only a few lines, Xiao Ruofeng's expression turned serious.

The further down he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

When he read the line, "Of the three thousand elite soldiers of the Double Blade Battalion, not one in ten survived," his hand holding the battle report trembled slightly.

The candlelight flickered in the tent, casting shifting shadows on his face.

After a long while, Xiao Ruofeng slowly closed the battle report, shut his eyes, and took a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes again, they were calm as the sea, but deep inside, there were turbulent undercurrents.

"Where is the messenger?" he asked.

"Wait outside the tent. All ten are injured, three of them seriously," Xiao Ping said in a low voice.

"Let them rest and get proper treatment." Xiao Ruofeng paused, "Issue an order to summon all officers and generals of the main camp above the rank of captain to the central command tent for a meeting immediately."

"Yes!"

Xiao Ping accepted the order and left.

Xiao Ruofeng walked back to the map, his fingertip turning slightly white as he pressed it against the three characters "Iron Thorn Ridge".

Medicine person...

Wen Yanzhao...

He recalled the young man in blue robes with whom he had sworn brotherhood and chatted amiably at the Jixia Academy.

At that time, Wen Yanzhao was a master swordsman and had a great sense of humor. Although he came from a family of poison masters, he always said, "Poison can harm people, but it can also save people. It all depends on the heart of the person who uses the poison."

Where is our true selves now?

Xiao Ruofeng shook his head with a wry smile, suppressing the inappropriate sentiment he felt.

On the battlefield, there are only enemies and foes, no old ties.

Footsteps outside the tent grew louder as officers of all ranks arrived one after another and filed in.

Soon, more than twenty people stood in the central command tent. They were all officers of the middle and higher ranks of the Northern Army, each wearing armor and with a solemn expression.

Seeing Xiao Ruofeng's solemn expression and recalling the scouts from the direction of Fuzhou, they had already guessed most of the situation.

Xiao Ruofeng turned around and glanced at everyone.

"I just received the battle report from Fuzhou." His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "General Ye Xiaoying led his troops in a night raid on Qiandong City, where they encountered the drug-man troops created by Wen Yanzhao. The three thousand elite Double-Blade Battalion... were almost completely wiped out."

An uproar erupted inside the tent!

"Medicine-man? Do such things really exist?"

"The Twin Blade Battalion is the elite of the elite in Northern Li, how could they..."

"That brat Wen Yanzhao actually managed to refine that evil object!"

Discussions arose, and many generals turned pale.

Xiao Ruofeng raised his hand, and the tent immediately fell silent.

"The battle report described in detail how terrifying the drug-using people were..." he said slowly. "These things are not afraid of death, do not know pain, and can still fight even when their limbs are missing."

General Ye personally led three thousand Double-Blade Battalion soldiers, but at the Ironthorn Ridge Pass, they were almost completely slaughtered by fewer than a hundred drug-using men!

He spoke the last four words very softly, yet they struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The tent was deathly silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing.

“Your Highness,” a middle-aged general stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, “If the drug-using people are truly so terrifying, how should our army respond? Should we… postpone our offensive?”

“We can’t slow down.” Xiao Ruofeng shook his head, his eyes sharp. “Of the three armies, Lei Mengsha and Xun Yichuan’s army is blocked in Hanzhong. Although they have tied down some of the Pofeng Army, their progress is slow.”

Although Ye Xiaoying had figured out the true nature of the drug-using men along the way, the cost was heavy: his commander was seriously injured, and his elite troops were wiped out.

He paused, then raised his voice: "Now, our only hope lies in this path—the one that heads straight for Juzhou and the Zhenfeng silver mine!"

The generals' expressions tightened.

Xiao Ruofeng walked to the map and pointed to Juzhou City: "In the past two days, the scouts have basically figured out the defenses of Juzhou City and the situation of the garrison at Zhenfeng Silver Mine."

The garrison commander, Sheng Yanwei, was a veteran of the Pofeng Army, leading ten thousand Pofeng soldiers. The silver mine was built against the mountainside, with interconnected fortifications, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

He moved his finger, tracing a route: "Therefore, at midnight tonight, our army will split into two routes—"

“First Route,” Xiao Ruofeng looked at a tall, calm-faced general, “Luo Shengzhi, you will lead 10,000 elite troops selected from the infantry battalion, traveling light, without baggage, only three days’ rations and gunpowder!”

Based on the routes identified over the past two days, infiltrate the Zhenfeng Mine. Objective: Destroy the mine tunnels, burn down the smelting workshops, and cripple the foundation of the Zhenfeng Mine!

Luo Shengzhi clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice booming like a bell: "This humble general obeys the order!"

“Remember,” Xiao Ruofeng stared at him, “this battle is not about annihilating the enemy, but about destruction. Once you have succeeded, retreat immediately and do not linger in battle. If you are pursued by the defending troops, leave the mine quickly and never engage in close combat!”

"Yes!"

“The second route,” Xiao Ruofeng’s gaze shifted to another general dressed in commander’s armor, whose eyes were sharp and piercing.

"Chen Wenyuan, you will lead the supply battalion and the siege battalion, carrying all siege equipment, and march with great fanfare straight to Juzhou City!"

Chen Wenyuan bowed and said, "This subordinate understands. This is a feint attack to attract the attention of the defending troops and create an opportunity for General Liu."

“No!” Xiao Ruofeng shook his head, “It’s not just a feint.”

The generals were taken aback.

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Ruofeng's eyes: "If Liu Zhenshan succeeds and the silver mine catches fire, Sheng Yanwei will definitely send troops to rescue it."

"At that time, your second feint attack will become the main attack, and you must launch a full-scale assault on Juzhou City at any cost! I want to take Juzhou before Baili Luochen's main force can react and send troops to its aid!"

Chen Wenyuan shuddered, then his eyes blazed with fighting spirit: "This humble general will certainly not fail Your Highness's trust!"

Xiao Ruofeng finally looked at the generals in the tent and slowly said, "The other soldiers will fight alongside me, while we will lead 20,000 elite cavalry as the second line of defense. Once the city falls, the cavalry will immediately enter the city to wipe out the remaining enemy and strengthen the city's defenses!"

He paused, his voice deep and resonant: "This battle concerns the situation in the southwest, and the very survival of our army! Generals, heed my command—"

Inside the tent, more than ten people knelt down on one knee in unison, the clanging of their armor creating a synchronized sound.

"At midnight tonight, the entire army will launch an attack!" Xiao Ruofeng said, enunciating each word clearly. "On this journey, victory is the only option; defeat is not an option!"

"Order!"

The roar shook the tent.

The generals accepted the order and returned to their respective camps to prepare for battle.

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