Who put the yellow robe on me?

Chapter 154 Shocked

"What?!" General Xianyu's eyes flashed with shock when he heard this, and his tone was filled with uncontrollable anger and surprise.

He stood up abruptly, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if the feeling of being caught off guard was too much for him to bear. His brow was filled with surprise and suspicion, and his eyes were fixed on the map in the direction of Gaochang, his expression complicated.

General Mammon had never seen General Xianyu so shocked, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Xianyu, what happened? Is there something wrong?"

General Xianyu didn't answer immediately. He frowned and paced back and forth, as if pondering something important. His footsteps carried an uneasy rhythm, their heavy treads pounding the ground, as if the entire camp were tense with his pace. The wind outside the tent seemed to grow sharper, bringing with it a faint sense of oppression.

General Mammon watched as General Xianyu's expression grew more serious, and his anxiety grew. He had never seen this calm and composed general lose his composure like this, and he couldn't help but ask again, "Brother Xianyu? What are you worried about?"

General Xianyu suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp and cold, as if he had already reached a terrible conclusion. He shouted in a deep voice, "Go! Call my deputy general Xuanyuan Feiyan!"

The sentry didn't dare hesitate and quickly withdrew, hastily running out of the central camp. The sun outside the tent was glaring, and the air was mingled with the smell of dust and sweat, making the entire camp seem oppressive and anxious.

Seeing this, General Mammon's uneasiness grew even stronger. He looked at General Xianyu's stern face and said anxiously, "Brother Xianyu, what's the problem with the Northern Qiang leading their troops to Gaochang this time?"

General Xianyu slowly walked over to the map, a deep glint in his eyes. He pointed to Gaochang on the map and said in a cold and serious voice, "The Northern Qiang are going to Gaochang this time to cut off our retreat."

General Mammon's expression suddenly changed, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with astonishment: "What? Cut off our retreat? Then what should we do?"

General Xianyu continued, his voice deep and powerful, "Our main forces are now facing each other in Xiliang City, and the Young Master Zhong on the flank is also in a stalemate. If the Northern Qiang take Gaochang, our supply lines will be cut off. Then, we will be trapped in this land, with the Qilian Mountains to the south, the Northern Qiang army to the north, and Daliang to the east. We will be unable to advance or retreat."

General Mammon's face grew paler, as if realizing the gravity of the situation. His eyes widened, and he spoke urgently, "What if we rush back to rescue Gaochang? Is there no way to stop the Northern Qiang's actions?"

General Xianyu sneered, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Why do you think the Sixteenth Prince of Daliang hasn't launched an attack yet? Why is he just maintaining a standoff with us? He's been waiting for this very moment—for the Northern Qiang army to attack Gaochang. They've long promised them benefits to attack Gaochang. If we withdraw now, the main force of Daliang will surely seize the opportunity and pursue us, playing into their hands. We'll suffer heavy losses."

General Mammon's anxiety reached its peak after hearing this analysis. His fingers tightly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his voice filled with anxiety and powerlessness: "If that happens, we'll really have no way out!"

General Xianyu nodded, his face grim. "That's right. The alliance between Daliang and Northern Qiang is designed to completely trap us and force our annihilation on this battlefield. If we don't respond with caution, we will surely fall into their trap."

At that moment, Xuanyuan Feiyan hurried into the central army camp, his face solemn. He saluted upon entering the tent, his eyes filled with doubt, "General Xianyu!"

General Xianyu's eyes were sharp as a torch, and he said coldly, "Xuanyuan Feiyan, immediately assemble a light cavalry unit and head for Gaochang. Before the Northern Qiang army attacks Gaochang, you must notify the Grand Commandant and have him defend it with all his might! If necessary, have him immediately depart for Tingzhou to obtain reinforcements!"

Xuanyuan Feiyan looked at the anxious General Xianyu in a daze for a moment, then nodded and accepted the order: "I obey your command!" He immediately turned and left, and his figure quickly disappeared outside the tent.

The atmosphere in the tent instantly became more solemn. General Xianyu walked to the map, tapping his fingers lightly on several key points on the map. His voice was low and decisive: "We must now hold our position strictly and wait for the most appropriate opportunity.

Although the Northern Qiang are strong, they are unfamiliar with Gaochang's terrain. As long as Xuanyuan Feiyan can arrive in time and Gaochang is not captured by the Northern Qiang, we may still have a chance of victory."

Although General Mammon was still filled with uneasiness, he could only choose to trust General Xianyu's judgment at this moment.

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Xuanyuan Feiyan galloped on his horse, leading a team of elite light cavalry on the road back to Gaochang.

At this moment, the cold wind of the early morning blew in with a hint of chill, and the air was filled with the night dew that had not yet completely dissipated from the earth.

Xuanyuan Feiyan's eyes were sharp and his heart was filled with anxiety. He had never seen General Xianyu so nervous. This also showed that time was very tight. The unusual movements of the Northern Qiang would directly affect the overall situation in the Western Regions.

However, when they reached a narrow road in the mountains, Xuanyuan Feiyan suddenly reined in his horse.

On the road ahead, a figure was standing across the middle of the road. The man was wearing silver armor and riding a snow-white warhorse. The spear in his hand was pointing straight ahead. His eyes were like torches and his expression was calm, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

Xuanyuan Feiyan frowned and felt a tightness in her heart. This road was extremely remote and little known. The person in front of her was obviously well prepared.

He rode his horse forward a few steps and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The young man on the white horse was unhurried, with a sneer on his face. He gently raised his spear and said in a cold and calm voice: "Are you the one who went back to the Western Regions to report the news?"

Xuanyuan Feiyan's deputy general was furious when he saw this. He drew the long sword from his waist and shouted, "Since you know we are from the Western Regions, why don't you make way for me?!"

The young man on the white horse remained unmoved after hearing this. Instead, he smiled lightly, his tone tinged with joking, "The Sixteenth Prince is truly a god. He truly guessed that you would return to inform us."

"The Sixteenth Prince?" Xuanyuan Feiyan was slightly stunned and muttered to herself, suddenly feeling uneasy in her heart.

He had heard General Mammon and General Xuanyuan discuss the Sixteenth Prince many times, and he had repeatedly escaped danger on the battlefield. Could it be that the person in front of him was his subordinate?

He suddenly came to his senses, staring at the young man on the white horse, and asked in shock, "Are you from Daliang?"

The young man on the white horse nodded slightly, pointing the spear in his hand directly at Xuanyuan Feiyan: "Not bad."