Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 635 - 584: If you lack wisdom, just use wisdom!

Chapter 635: Chapter 584: If you lack wisdom, just use wisdom!

Changsun Bubai looked at the dilapidated city wall, some of which even had huge rocks directly embedded in the walls of Ren City.

"General Bai, if you were to defend Ren City, how would you do it?"

General Bai was indeed Bai Dushu.

Previously, when the Lingwu Army had retreated, Bai Dushu led the rearguard, three thousand facing twenty thousand, which was a significant achievement in itself.

However, in this very battle, they even shot and killed Wugu Li, the Khan of the Tujue.

This battle profoundly established the renown of the Lingwu Army.

Although it was Hu Xingxiang who shot that arrow, everyone knew that Hu Xingxiang was the woman Zhang San was fond of, and Zhang San was the General Ningyuan of the Lingwu Army.

This just made the Lingwu Army appear even more formidable.

A general’s family member could kill a Tujue Khan!

Who else could compare?

After this battle, Changsun Bubai had also recognized Bai Dushu’s talent in battlefields — his skill in defense.

Bai Dushu glanced at the walls of Ren City and then the surrounding terrain, murmuring softly: "The water source of Ren City’s moat is from Broken Dragon Mountain to the west. Therefore, we need to dispatch a unit with ample provisions to guard the water source to prevent the Tujue people from sabotaging it."

"Then, seeing as the city wall has been damaged to this extent, repairing it would take too much time. In this time, it would be better to prepare more defensive mechanisms. Given the cold weather, we can pour water on the city walls, and when the Tujue people come with their catapults, they’ll only be able to break some chunks of ice at most. At least using water turned into ice can allow Ren City’s walls to survive this winter."

Hearing this, Changsun Bubai felt a spark of excitement.

Using ice to substitute for the city walls for defense.

Although ice was not as hard as the walls, it can be continuously and quickly repaired, sufficient to counteract the Tujue people’s assaults on the walls.

This Bai Dushu indeed had some tricks up his sleeve.

However, just as Changsun Bubai was about to rejoice, Changsun Wugen came back disheveled.

"Grandfather, the people of Ren City aren’t sure if we’re Tujue in disguise, so they are not letting us into the city!"

"Nonsense!"

Changsun Bubai did not know how Mei Xiu died, but Mei Xiu had left the Shuofang Army properly and brought a letter proving he was his son to the Lingwu Army, surely Mei Fei must have known something.

Thus, from that time, Changsun Bubai’s hatred for Mei Fei was very high.

Now, for Mei Fei to say such things was obviously deliberate.

If they weren’t from the Lingwu Army, they certainly wouldn’t have just charged out to help the Shuofang Army repel the massive Tujue army.

A moment ago, without the Lingwu Army, the Tujue would have breached the city.

This city, in his hands, could be held throughout the entire winter, but in the hands of someone incompetent like Mei Fei, it would fall in three days.

Probably Mei Fei, that incompetent, also knew his own limitations, that if he let his own troops into the city, he would be replaced, so he deliberately didn’t let him enter.

Changsun Bubai turned to look at Bai Dushu and Changsun Wuji next to him and asked, "What do you think we should do next?"

Bai Dushu couldn’t think of any good ideas, so he simply shook his head.

Changsun Wuji, however, chuckled and said, "That’s simple. Grandfather, you lead the Lingwu Army and find a place to camp on Broken Dragon Mountain first, then as Bai Dushu suggested, send a unit to guard the water source. Give me three thousand infantry. Within three days, I will get you into the city."

Changsun Bubai was surprised to hear that, during his illness, Changsun Wuji had taken the lead in the army.

Now hearing Changsun Wuji say this, Changsun Bubai asked, "You are not planning to lead your men to storm into Ren City, are you? That won’t do! Even if our relationship with the Shuofang Army isn’t good, we are all still soldiers of Great Sui and must not fight each other. Do you understand?"

Changsun Wuji immediately raised his hand as if to swear an oath, his face serious as he declared, "Grandfather, what kind of person do you think I, Changsun Wuji, am? I, Changsun Wuji, swear! The three thousand elite troops I lead will never massacre any of the Shuofang Army to enter Ren City!"

Seeing Changsun Wuji like this, Changsun Bubai finally felt reassured and quickly led his troops to withdraw from the battlefield.

But as he watched his grandfather, Changsun Bubai, move away, Changsun Wuji immediately ran to find the people of the Town Martial Office who were far away on the battlefield.

This time, the Town Martial Office’s northern stronghold along the Longyun Path, as well as many martial path forces, had sent people to aid the Lingwu Army.

At this moment, the people of the Town Martial Office, centered around Feng Wenqing and Xiong Chumo, and representatives of various martial path forces such as the Wind Divine Hall, were all here.

"Military Envoy, is there anything we need to do now?"

Changsun Wuji chuckled at those present and whispered, "The business of killing, who dares to do it?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bubian scoffed and said, "Military Envoy, what are you saying? Is there anyone here who dares not to kill?"

"What if the ones to be killed are the Shuofang Army?"

At his words, many people were stunned.

Although the sight of the Shuofang Army—due to their unauthorized southern retreat that led to many civilians being slaughtered by the Tujue—filled these righteous-hearted martial artists with a sharpening of blades, they hesitated because, after all, they were civilians and the Shuofang Army was official; the act of civilians murdering officials made many martial artists very hesitant.

At that moment, Changsun Wuji smiled mischievously: "What if it is a group of Tujue people impersonating the Shuofang Army, purposely blocking the gates of Ren City to prevent the Lingwu Army from entering the city to provide support?"

Hearing this, Feng Bubian and the others laughed.

"The Tujue are Tujue, even dressed as the Shuofang Army, they are still Tujue! If you see Tujue, what reason is there not to kill them?"

After Feng Bubian had finished speaking, he looked around, and everyone bore an expression that indeed agreed with his view.

Once the martial artists reached a consensus, matters became much simpler.

The Tujue became cautious because they discovered the presence of the Lingwu Army.

Even the night patrol troops were increased tenfold.

After all, the Tujue side had lost a Khan to the Lingwu Army, making the name ’Lingwu Army’ a trigger for them.

Sharlobi also noticed the panic on the faces of everyone in the camp upon hearing that the Lingwu Army had arrived.

Now, among the entire Tujue army, the six words they feared the most were being mentioned.

Three of the words were "Lingwu Army," and the other three were "Wang Junwu."

What rotten luck!

Why is it that with a force of two hundred thousand men on a southern campaign, they encounter so many difficulties?

Sharlobi couldn’t understand it; logically, the Tujue he inherited and the Tujue under his father Khan when he was alive had no difference!

Why was it that when his father Khan was around, he could sweep through all, yet now that it was his turn, he found every step arduous?

No, something must be lacking.

But what was he lacking?

Sharlobi thought long and hard in his own tent until he suddenly realized that Muzhen Khan had fought battles his entire life, accumulating countless experiences and wisdom on the battlefield.

Perhaps that was what he was lacking.

If that was the case, then he simply needed to apply some wisdom.