Mo Junyang raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Zichao, and asked in an understatement: "Then according to your opinion, we should retreat now and ignore this mess?"
Wei Zichao did not hear that Mo Junyang was speaking sarcastically, but nodded in agreement, "That's right! Now that morale is low, fighting Mo Junhao will only lead to greater casualties. The only way is to recuperate for a period of time, and then the family's army will regain its momentum. Wouldn’t it be better to make plans later? It would also be easier to win.”
Wei Zichao's little abacus clicked loudly and provided Mo Junyang with a practical strategy.
However, Mo Junyang just frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "No, we can't wait any longer."
Wei Zichao looked a little dazed.
When did Mo Junyang need to be so anxious
Before he could ask anything personally, Mo Junyang took the initiative to confess everything.
"I can wait, but Shi Qingxue can't wait."
Wei Zichao was a little stunned. Whenever he remembered that Shi Junhe had just lost his life - precisely because of Mo Junhao - he had a headache.
Shi Qingxue would definitely not let go of her revenge for killing her father so easily.
"But today's Shi family army is not suitable for fighting anymore, even for revenge." Wei Zichao pursed his lower lip slightly and finally told the reality.
Shi Junhe lost so miserably before, not only because of Mo Junhao's cruelty and inhumanity, but also because of Shi Junhe's fatigue.
Even if it is placed on Shi Jiajun, this is not advisable.
And now the Shi family's army has been killed one after another, let alone fighting against the enemy again.
But Mo Junyang shook his head and pointed out calmly and rationally: "Those people left in the Shi family army now can't count on anything even if they want to.
I have no intention of using Shi Jiajun. "
Wei Zichao's frown deepened.
How could he not understand the profound meaning of Mo Junyang's words - if the people of the Shi family army were not used, then they could only let their people fight in armor.
It is definitely more than enough to deal with Mo Junhao's little power.
He could even say without shame: As long as their troops mobilize, the battle will be over in less than three days. No matter how arrogant Mo Junhao was before, or how powerful his backing seemed, it wouldn't be a problem.
The only problem is that Mo Junyang's power in Ruicheng has been well hidden, but now it has to be exposed. Is it really worth it
Wei Zichao was afraid that if he solved just one Mo Junhao, it would bring about even greater troubles.
Mo Junyang listened silently to Wei Zichao's rational analysis. After a while, he opened his thin lips and asked calmly: "Do you think we can hide some things when we are in such a big fight now?"
Wei Zichao was stunned when asked.
yes!
Mo Junyang's strength was destined to be hidden when he decided to send troops to Huwenpi Town to support the Shi family army. It was just a matter of whether it would be exposed sooner or later, more or less.
"This, this, you can hide it a little bit!" Wei Zichao said tangledly.
One thing he didn't mention but both of them knew well was that with Mo Junyu's narrow-minded demeanor, if he really knew that Mo Junyang had so much power hidden behind his back - the consequences would be unimaginable, but it would definitely not be the case for everyone. It’s a pleasure to hear and see.
"Okay, I've made up my mind, just do as I say!" Mo Junyang refused to delay and made a decision decisively.
Seeing the worry on Wei Zichao's face, he comforted him softly: "Don't worry, I'm sensible."
Wei Zichao finally nodded, "Yes, I understand."
——
Shi Qingxue slept for three whole days and three nights.
If the military doctor hadn't said that she was really just sleeping, Mo Junyang would have immediately overturned his previous decision and taken Shi Qingxue back to Beijing.
But even if he knew that Shi Qingxue was safe and sound, when Mo Junyang woke up after missing him for a day, his face would become more cold and stern.
The surviving Shi family troops had no backbone and were all like bereaved dogs. They were no longer waiting in their tents. Led by the two deputy generals Wei Hui and Wei Cheng, they were all waiting outside the commander's tent.
The bleak atmosphere was overwhelming, but no one said a word.
Everyone held their breath and waited quietly.
Mo Junyang drove the military doctor out of the tent for the third time, leaving him and the sleeping Shi Qingxue alone in the tent.
He sat back on the bed and stroked Shi Qingxue's peaceful sleeping face bit by bit, with a distant look on his face, as if he was in a trance.
"Qingxue, why are you still sleeping? Everyone is waiting for you, please wake up quickly..."
The man's voice was hoarse, with a hint of expectation.
It's a pity that no one heard all this.
Mo Junyang sat there for another three hours, until Wei Zichao broke into the camp with news, "Master, my subordinates have found the location of the rebels!"
Great news, but there was no trace of excitement or happiness on Mo Junyang's handsome face.
He looked calm and said, "Say."
"As you expected, Mo Junhao suffered heavy casualties this time. He is currently resting in a valley north of Huwenpi. According to what his subordinates saw, they seem to be preparing to continue northbound after a short rest.
Moreover, my subordinates have found out over the past few days that there seems to be another group of people who are also secretly monitoring Mo Junhao. However, our people are hidden enough and have not been discovered. However, we have not been able to find out who these people are? "
Wei Zichao reported his findings bit by bit.
I was very excited at first, but later on, I felt a little embarrassed.
Mo Junyang nodded slightly, "Don't worry, I guessed who it is."
"Huh?" Wei Zichao looked at Mo Junyang in surprise.
In order not to be exposed and arouse the vigilance of the rebels, they had been very cautious and did not dare to approach that group of mysterious people, so they really did not obtain any effective information about the other party.
Why is Mo Junyang sitting in the coach's tent, seemingly knowing more than them
This unscientific!
Unfortunately, Mo Junyang had no intention of explaining, and just said calmly: "Tell me more about Mo Junhao and the others."
Wei Zichao's heart felt as if it had been scratched by a cat's claws. He was very curious, but when his master asked, he had to suppress his curiosity and answered obediently: "According to the observation of my subordinates, Mo Junhao's current strength is probably less than five." Thousands of people, if we send two thousand elite soldiers to approach quietly, and then rush out to attack at night, if we are lucky, the battle can be over in two hours... "
"Where do you think Mo Junhao is now?"
Wei Zichao replied casually: "Didn't I just say it? It's in a valley north of Huwenpi Town... "
Halfway through his words, Wei Zichao realized something was wrong.
The voice that asked just now was a little too delicate, not like his master's voice.
Wei Zichao looked up and saw that Shi Qingxue, who was lying on the bed, had opened her eyes at some point and was looking at him with twinkling eyes.
The sadness in his eyes was so obvious that Wei Zichao didn't know how to answer the other party's words.
Mo Junyang came to his senses first, walked quickly to the bedside, helped Shi Qingxue sit up, and asked with concern: "How do you feel? Is it okay? Are you hungry? Do you want to prepare some food? I'll call the military doctor. Let’s take a look for you!”
This was probably the most annoying question Mo Junyang had ever asked. He was rambling and confused, but no one would laugh at his lack of logic at this time.
Shi Qingxue had a pale face and forced herself to smile slightly at Mo Junyang.
She took Mo Junyang's hand and said softly: "I'm fine, don't worry."
Shi Qingxue didn't lie. Her body was indeed in good condition after a long period of rest. She was full of energy, her eyes were clear, and even the abnormal paleness on her face had faded away due to her gradual awakening.
However, Mo Junyang did not feel relieved. Instead, he frowned deeper and said in a low and hoarse voice, "You should have a good rest if nothing happens. Don't worry, I will..."
"No!" Shi Qingxue shook her head vigorously, interrupting Mo Junyang.
Her clear eyes showed a look of pleading unconsciously. She held Mo Junyang's sleeves with her little hands and prayed in a low voice: "Jun Yang, just this time, I'm begging you! Just this time, please let me alone." Would you like to come
Let me avenge Mo Junhao and I myself! "
Shi Qingxue's voice was hoarse and choked, and the sadness that had been suppressed but still leaked out made Mo Junyang feel sad for no reason.
Mo Junyang couldn't stand Qingxue's pleading - even though he knew there was a better way, he nodded without even a moment's hesitation, "Okay, let you come! You can do whatever you want, I'll accompany you."
When Shi Qingxue heard the last four words, her heart felt a little sour, and tears came out of her eyes again. However, she seemed not to feel it. Instead, she opened her eyes even wider and looked at Mo Junyang so persistently, opening and closing her lips several times. times, no sound was made.
It would be too pale to say thank you at this time.
She could only hold Mo Junyang's hand harder and convey her feelings silently.
After about a quarter of an hour, Shi Qingxue recovered from her almost collapsed emotions. She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, then turned to look at Wei Zichao, and asked again the question she had not heard just now.
Wei Zichao answered them one by one.
Finally, she suggested: "Liu Niang, our troops are already waiting outside the camp. We only need your order to dispatch our troops and generals, and we can go straight to the enemy's position."
Shi Qingxue's face had returned to calmness. She lowered her head and thought deeply for a moment, then raised her head and said calmly to Wei Zichao, "Don't do this yet."
Wei Zichao looked at Shi Qingxue incomprehensibly - although he was not a talented leader in fighting, he still knew something about this conventional combat method.
Obviously the suggestion he gave should be the optimal solution, but Shi Qingxue rejected his plan. Could it be that Shi Liu Niang didn't know anything about marching and formation
Wei Zichao thought like this and couldn't help but turn his eyes to Mo Junyang again - even if Shi Qingxue wanted to take revenge personally, the master should be in charge of the method of revenge, right
Marching and fighting are not child's play, you can't do it randomly!
Mo Junyang seemed to hear Wei Zichao's cry, raised his eyes and glanced at him, then looked at Shi Qingxue, "What are you going to do?"