Peace Order-Chapter 90 - 64: Phoenix Sends a Letter, Xiao Deng Climbs the Wall_3

Chapter 90: Chapter 64: Phoenix Sends a Letter, Xiao Deng Climbs the Wall_3

Another day, a letter arrived, and Li Guanyi set down his battle halberd to read the contents.

"Chen Country’s troops are restrained, besieging Yue Qianfeng, Tuyuhun stirs, moving to invade South Chen, extending the battle line, the Dangxiang people and Tuyuhun share a bitter enmity, according to your plan, what should be done at this moment?"

When Changsun Wuchou read this letter, his pupils constricted.

This exchange was no longer about hypothetical situations.

This was the situation in the Western Regions at this moment!

In the tranquil Guan Yi City, far from where people had begun enjoying the cooler weather, the Tuyuhun was mobilizing troops southwards to invade Chen Country’s flat inland plains and transform their granaries into their pastures, with the ferocious enmity of the Dangxiang people barely contained.

Ying Country’s famous general was balancing the Turkic.

The Seventh Prince of the Turkic had suddenly left the center of the grasslands, his whereabouts unknown.

While the Central Plains were peaceful with song and dance, the Western Regions hid the sharpness of swords and knives.

In another letter to Changsun Wuchou, already written were the plans of Mr. Yuwen himself, divided into a superior strategy and a neutral strategy, wanting Changsun Wuchou to see what Li Guanyi would write. Observing Li Guanyi, he found him serene this time, then turning to face him, he asked:

"Is the Western Regions in such chaos now?"

Changsun Wuchou was startled.

Had he noticed?

He worried that the young man before him was a person of Chen Country, loyal to the Emperor of Chen, who would indignantly throw down his pen.

But then he saw Li Guanyi pick up the pen and begin to write.

"With this opportunity, one cannot remain inactive, like before, taking advantage of Tuyuhun mobilizing troops, held down by both Chen Country and the Dangxiang people, the strategy of cutting through the middle while elite forces break it insufficiently. If it were me..."

He paused, then said, "As of now, I would consider that the opponent also has famous generals."

"They will ensure their supply lines and troops are not severed in the middle."

"There will be generals leading troops to protect the military formations."

"Rather like this, feign attacking the enemy in plain sight while harassing its guard, secretly having a general lead 800 light cavalry, not to attack the enemy’s forces, but to sneak through a lesser path directly into Tuyuhun’s royal tents. As their focus is on the southern invasion and protecting their armies from disruption and revolt, with high ambition, why not directly seize the royal tents!"

Changsun Wuchou’s tense heart relaxed.

This was indeed Mr. Yuwen’s superior plan, perilous, yet bursting with a heroic posture like hers.

Then he watched as Li Guanyi did not stop, continuing to write, the contents different from those of the fourteen-year-old Mr. Yuwen at this moment.

"Then execute their kings and marquises, do not plunder their lands."

"Seize all their cattle, military provisions, gold and silver, ironware, and population."

"Declare a defeat externally."

"Not claiming their land, not seeking a great reputation."

"Accumulate provisions widely, delay in claiming achievement, given that the world’s situation has degraded to this, wait quietly for changes, this strategy...

Li Guanyi stopped his pen, set it down, and pointed to the previously made plans, saying:

"This last sentence is my superior strategy."

Changsun Wuchou was thoroughly stunned, his gaze fixed on the records of conservatively accumulating provisions and awaiting changes, as if he could see the world in turmoil. Sweat beaded on his forehead, then he raised his head to look at this thirteen-year-old lad, as though behind the boy, he saw the silhouette of a formidable strategist.

His gaze was icy, penetrating the great currents of this world.

That was not a strategist for the military, but for the state!

Had he ever seen such strategies?

No, such a history of battle formations had not yet occurred in this world, so it must be... himself?

Changsun Wuchou held the letter as if hoisting a hefty burden, and said:

"Thank you, I humbly learn from this."

Li Guanyi exhaled, past knowledge giving him a natural strategic insight under certain circumstances. Under the sunlight, nothing new, but such words, leaving Chen Country, might also prove to be beneficial. freewebnøvel_com

The young man at this moment, merely wished to forge a good relationship for himself and his aunt.

That night, the golden-winged Roc took flight from this place, and in the sky above.

When Li Guanyi was practicing with his battle halberd at night, suddenly feeling an alteration in the atmosphere, he looked up to see the White Tiger Seven Stars slightly brighter than before, his own White Tiger Dharma Form suddenly appearing, majestically gazing at the tranquil sky.

It seemed like something ineffable and indescribable descended from the night sky, absorbed by this White Tiger.

"Hmm? Who?!"

Li Guanyi suddenly felt a presence, his gaze sharp, turning as he held his battle halberd towards—

the corner of the wall.

A head popped out from the wall.

Siming?

No!

Li Guanyi widened his eyes, seeing that from the high wall sprouted a head, much like a radish popping out, wearing a hood, the silver hair at the temples slightly lifting, the head tilted.

Answering Li Guanyi’s question:

"Me."

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