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"Agur, this defeat was not due to our incompetence, but rather our lack of strategy. Although Zhao Lingfeng is a formidable general, if we can defeat him with a clever plan, there is still a glimmer of hope."

Upon hearing this, Agul was invigorated and cupped his hands, saying, "With the leader's guidance, I am willing to fight again! I am willing to risk my life to break through Hesha City and avenge today's humiliation."

Urtu's gaze was cold and stern as he nodded and said, "Zhao Lingfeng is certain that we will attack the city head-on, so he will definitely defend it tightly this time."

"We might as well mobilize the elite troops of the Tiger Clan and the Moonblade Clan, launch a feigned attack in three directions to lure the enemy deep into our territory, and then have our main force circle around to the rear of Hesha City and launch a sudden and fierce attack."

He paused, then said in a calm tone, "If Zhao Lingfeng does indeed come to fight, we will use guerrilla tactics to hold off his main force, and then lure him deep into our ambush."

Once he's surrounded, we can easily take him down!

Upon hearing this plan, everyone in the tent nodded in agreement, and Dawar also showed his approval.

He cupped his hands and said, "This plan is excellent. If Zhao Lingfeng goes out of the city to meet the enemy, he will surely fall into our trap."

But if he defends the city, how should we respond?

Urtu sneered: "If he doesn't leave the city, our army will gradually approach and surround Hesha City layer by layer, cutting off his food supplies."

"Hesha City is located on the frontier; without reinforcements, a prolonged siege will inevitably be unsustainable."

Agul said in a deep voice, "Your subordinate understands. Please rest assured, Chief, we will certainly live up to everyone's expectations in this battle!"

After a moment of contemplation, Urtu waved for everyone to disperse, secretly making a decision in his heart. In this battle, he would not only conquer Hesha City, but also use this victory to demonstrate his power in the Northern Desert and restore the prestige of the Gebu tribe.

After the meeting, Agur did not immediately return to his camp, but instead secretly summoned several trusted generals of the Black Rock Alliance.

They are elite warriors whom Agul has trained since childhood, and they are absolutely loyal.

Agul lowered his voice and said, "Although Chief Urtu did not say it explicitly after the defeat in Hesha City, I feel a lot of pressure."

Now, we must launch a full-scale counterattack and succeed in one fell swoop, otherwise I fear I will find it difficult to maintain my foothold in the Gebu tribe.”

The generals responded in hushed tones, while Agul said coldly, "Urtu's plan is good, but the enemy is in the open while we are in the dark."

Although the Black Rock Alliance has few elite troops, if a hundred men are secretly deployed to infiltrate the mountains east of Hesha City, their retreat can be cut off immediately once the enemy forces are routed.

A trusted general bowed and said, "General's plan is brilliant."

With this arrangement, if Zhao Lingfeng is trapped in the city with nowhere to retreat, Hesha City will surely fall without a fight.

Agur nodded in satisfaction: "This concerns our honor and disgrace, so we must ensure that nothing goes wrong."

As night deepened, the camp of the Gebu tribe gradually quieted down.

Agur stood outside the tent, gazing at the distant city of Hesha, a burning, unyielding rage igniting within him.

The fortification and tight defenses of Hersha City left him feeling utterly defeated.

He knew full well that he had to win this battle.

He gazed at the night sky, as if he could see the smoke and dust of battle on the battlefield, with Zhao Lingfeng's shadow faintly visible within it.

That was an opponent who inspired awe in him, but Agul did not believe that Hersha City was invincible.

As dawn broke, the city of Hersha was bathed in a pale golden light.

Last night's bloody battle left mottled marks, but the people in the city had long been accustomed to life under the flames of war and continued as usual.

The oil canisters and scattered arrows on the city wall have been cleared away by the soldiers, and the city gates have been reopened to welcome the sunshine of a new day.

Zhao Lingfeng, dressed simply and accompanied by a few close attendants, rode slowly into the city, a rare tenderness in his eyes.

His usual aloofness was gone, replaced by a calmness and care.

Although Hesha City is located on the frontier, it is a fortress that protects the Central Plains.

This city is not only a military stronghold, but also the home of countless people.

Zhao Lingfeng's horse hooves pounded on the bluestone pavement, and early-rising vendors along the roadside were already preparing their stalls.

Hersha City is located on the frontier, and many merchants travel here. Although it is constantly threatened by war, people still choose to live on this land.

At the entrance of the alley, an old woman selling steamed buns was busy kneading dough. On the small stove next to her, a row of steaming buns emitted an enticing aroma.

Her face was weathered, she wore coarse cloth clothes, and her hands rolled the dough with practiced skill, as if she had been doing it for years.

"General Zhao, what an honor to have you here! Come and try my freshly baked pancakes!" the old woman greeted Zhao Lingfeng warmly as he passed by.

Zhao Lingfeng dismounted and walked over, chuckling as he picked up a hot pancake, weighed it in his hand, and said with a smile, "It still smells as good as always."

The old woman smiled, her eyes narrowing, the wrinkles on her face like deep ravines, revealing the vicissitudes of time.

She sighed and said, "With the constant fighting, life is hard for everyone. It's all thanks to the general's protection, otherwise we wouldn't be able to do this little business."

Zhao Lingfeng remained silent for a moment, then his eyes hardened with determination. He nodded silently, his resolve to protect the city growing stronger.

Continuing onward, we passed a weaving workshop, from which came the soft sound of looms.