The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and holds the power over the world

Si Yan and Boya sat on the other side of the military tent, more than ten feet away from Si Zhengxuan.

Si Zhengxuan also pulled a curtain in the middle to separate himself from the two people.

Si Yan looked through the curtain at her father. "Based on what I just heard outside the tent, father already knows that the Right River King is in the ice and snow forest outside Mobei?"

The news from Yayue Pavilion had just reached Boya, and it was confirmed that the location of King Youhe was precisely in this snowy forest.

His father's wisdom and foresight once again surprised and surprised Si Yan.

"Yes." Si Zhengxuan felt embarrassed. This girl came so early?

She heard everything he and Lan Wei said.

Of course, this also shows that the vigilance in his army is still not strict enough, and he needs to strengthen precautions in the future.

"My daughter thinks that it's not wise for our army to attack the Ice and Snow Forest. It would be best if we could lure the Right River King's army to Dragon City."

"That's certainly good." Si Zhengxuan took over his daughter's words, "The question is, how do we get them here?"

"Longcheng is the holy land of the Hu Lu. As long as the main forces of the Yan State and Daxuan armies retreat, they will come back to fight. I have already made arrangements for General Yan Peng."

When Si Zhengxuan heard this, he knew that Si Yan had already made a plan.

"The main force of our army is retreating? Then how can we fight against the Youhe King's army?"

"Father will keep the soldiers who are sick with the plague. He will select two thousand elite soldiers from among the healthy soldiers and disguise them as soldiers with the plague. The rest of the healthy soldiers will retreat."

In other words, the goal was to make the enemy think that the normal soldiers of Yan and Daxuan had retreated, and only those left were suffering from the plague.

Si Zhengxuan paused and said, "Two thousand elite soldiers may not be able to resist the Youhe King's army."

"Prince Yan will come to support us."

"In that case, it will work." Si Zhengxuan looked at his daughter behind the curtain and nodded.

Si Zhengxuan immediately gave an order to select two thousand elite soldiers, and the rest of the soldiers retreated secretly, pretending not to alert the enemy.

Overnight, large numbers of troops from the Yan army originally stationed in Longcheng and the nearby Daxuan army disappeared.

Those who stayed were all those infected with the plague.

Three thousand elite soldiers also disguised themselves as people suffering from the plague to confuse the enemy.

Two days later, the Youhe King's army, hidden in the ice and snow forest, learned the news.

The generals under King Youhe were discussing: "King Youhe, the Yan and Daxuan armies have secretly retreated. Those who remain in Longcheng are all those who have contracted the plague and are unable to move. We should also fight back."

"They destroyed our Dragon City Holy Land and drove out our grassland people. We will make them pay with blood!"

"King Youhe, let's fight back!"

"Yes! Fight back! Take back Longcheng!" The Hu Lu soldiers raised their arms and shouted, their roars shaking the sky.

Among a group of barbarian generals, a tall man wearing a sable coat and a fur hat stood up.

The man had a curly beard, a rough appearance, and a pair of sharp old eyes that sparkled with brilliance. This man was the King of Youhe.

The Right River King appeared extremely calm: "The water source of the Dragon City Holy Land has been polluted. Even if we take it back, we can no longer live there."

"Then we have to take it back to live up to our ancestors." A barbarian soldier said indignantly.

"King Youhe, the soldiers are furious. It would be unreasonable not to fight Yan. Now that the main forces of Yan and Daxuan have retreated, why don't we attack and massacre those soldiers who are sick with the plague to commemorate the souls of our barbarian soldiers?"

The King of Youhe disagreed: "They are already infected with the plague and will surely die. There is no need for us to attack them."

"That being said, the soldiers are resentful and I'm afraid the morale of the army will be unstable."

"Yes, King Youhe, the soldiers are eager to avenge their fallen brothers. We cannot but fight."

"Yes! We can't avoid fighting!"

The King of Youhe frowned slightly and asked worriedly, "Who knows if the enemy has any conspiracy? Yan Longyi and Si Yan are so cunning. Since they have already retreated, why don't they retreat with their entire army?"

A spy quickly spoke up, "Those who are sick with the plague are also preparing to retreat, but they are exhausted and have difficulty walking. It seems they will retreat soon."

The King of Youhe remained silent. Both the Royal Court Army and the King of Zuohe Army were defeated by the Yan Army.

If anything goes wrong with the troops under his command, it will be a disaster for them.

In the future, they will no longer have an army to protect the herdsmen on the grassland, and they will lose this vast grassland forever.

"King Youhe, send out your troops!"

"King Youhe, what are you still hesitating about? The enemy has destroyed my homeland and insulted my holy land. Let's fight them to the death!"

"Fight the enemy! Fight!"

"..."

In the ancient frozen forest, the shouts of the barbarian soldiers echoed.

King Youhe was helpless, but he also knew that they had to fight a battle with the Yan army to vent the hatred in the hearts of the soldiers.

Otherwise, even if these soldiers saved their lives by following him, they would no longer be loyal to and support him.

The warriors on the grassland only submit to the strongest person, and they must demonstrate their strength and courage at critical moments.

King Youhe had no choice but to go to war.

"Okay, then let's fight back!" King Youhe raised his wine glass and made the final decision.

"The King of Youhe is mighty! The King of Youhe is mighty!" the Hu Lu soldiers shouted loudly.

A barbarian noble beside the King of Youhe shouted at the top of his voice: "Once we win this war, the King of Youhe will be our king."

"Yes! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

When King Youhe heard this, he couldn't help but feel encouraged. He had to fight this battle well no matter what.

The King of Youhe pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly, "We will divide our forces into two groups. One group will attack Longcheng first, and the other group will wait until the Daxuan army arrives to support us, and then we will attack."

"King Youhe, their elite troops have retreated, and the remaining ones are all those who have contracted the plague. Will the Daxuan army still come to their aid?"

"Just in case, if there are no reinforcements, even better. With half of our troops, it is enough to capture Longcheng. Then we can strike at the Daxuan army with lightning speed."

If they must fight, this is the best way to do it.

If the enemy really has a trap, the two armies can respond more flexibly.

At this moment, an eagle in the ice and snow forest spread its wings and flew high to the south.

The people at the Yayue Pavilion stronghold brought the news of King Youhe's army's dispatch to Longcheng.

Boya immediately told Si Yan: "Ah Yan, the King of Youhe has set out. They have divided their troops into two groups, the front and the back, and are heading this way."

Si Yan slowly put down the map in his hand and said, "Send this news to King Yan immediately."

Boya smiled slightly and said, "I've sent it there."

Si Yan nodded and looked at Boya: "Tell General Yan Peng to prepare to fight the enemy."

"Someone has already gone."

Si Yan couldn't help but lean back and look at the man in front of him: "With you here, I feel much less worried."

A smile spread across Boya's lips: "It is my honor to be able to share Ayan's worries."