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Chapter 208 Wishful thinking

The night was already deep, and the Yulin Army camp was silent. Except for the patrols and sentries responsible for the guard, the rest of the officers and soldiers fell asleep.

Yan Lan, who was dressed in a strong suit, entered the tent with hot tea and refreshments. Seeing Zhang Lang sitting behind the desk and frowned and thought, she didn't dare to disturb her, she tiptoed over and placed the tea and gently placed it on Zhang.

In front of the wave.

Zhang Lang smelled the fragrance of refreshments and couldn't help but look up. Seeing Yan Lan standing not far away looking at him, she couldn't help but smile and said, "When did you come?"

Yan Lan hurriedly said, "I just arrived! I disturbed the fourth young master, so I will leave now!" As she said that, she was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Lang shouted quickly.

Yan Lan stopped, clasped her fists and asked, "I wonder what the fourth young master has to give?"

Zhang Lang stood up, walked around the desk in front of him, walked to Yan Lan, and smiled and said, "Don't be so irrelevant with me. We have been together for more than half a year, right? Usually, it's just a little bit."

Yan Lan glanced at Zhang Lang, with some inexplicable expression in her eyes, and she clasped her fists to agree.

Zhang Lang smiled and said, "It seems that we haven't spoken well yet. My leader is really a bit dereliction of duty!" Then he asked curiously, "Is your real name really Yanlan?"

Yan Lan nodded and said with a sad expression: "I have been in the Yuan family since I remembered it. My parents died in the war. It was the Prime Minister who saved me!"

Zhang Lang looked at Yan Lan and felt a little hurt in his heart. He felt that such a beautiful woman would definitely be loved by her in modern society, but in this era, she had experienced countless pains!

She is pitiful, but also strong and admirable.

When Zhang Lang looked at her, he couldn't help but think of the few female soldiers in the army who had had an intersection with him, and the women who had encountered on the cruel battlefield of the special forces, who were enemies or friends.

Yan Lan felt a little panicked and at a loss when she saw Zhang Lang staring at her for no reason, and couldn't help but lower her head.

Suddenly, a rapid footstep sound came from the door, and Zhang Lang couldn't help but look at the door. Meng Hai, who was sent to investigate the situation, came back.

Meng Hai quickly walked to Zhang Lang, clasped his fists excitedly and said, "The situation is exactly the same as the general expected! There is absolutely no problem with such a terrain climbing over!"

Zhang Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to Yan Lan: "Lan'er, call everyone to discuss matters!"

Yan Lan was stunned when she heard the fourth young master actually called her Lan'er, and then her delicate face turned red. She quickly responded and ran down.

A night passed quietly.

Early the next morning, Yang Yi, accompanied by everyone, climbed up to the city and looked at Zhang Lang's military camp outside the city. He saw that the military camp was very quiet and there was no movement.

I couldn't help but look at the bright sky and couldn't help but mutter, "If you want to attack the city, it should start now!"

Zhao Xiong smiled and said, "Yesterday, the enemy army sieges the city and lost hundreds of people, but they didn't even find the wall. I guess they dare not come to attack the city!"

Yang Yi smiled, and the worry that had already existed in his heart completely disappeared at this moment. He felt that he was in charge of the city and was not afraid of any opponent at all.

He is not afraid of the other party attacking now, but instead is worried that the other party will not come to attack the city, which will make him lose the opportunity to turn defeat into victory and then seize Taiyuan.

He suppressed these thoughts in his heart, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and then said to Yang Xiong and others: "Although our army has a strong city as a support, we must not be careless! We must be careful of the enemy's sneak attacks, and all armies must be on guard against the guard!



Yang Xiong and others agreed with their fists.

Yang Yi stayed on the city wall for more than an hour, and the sun had risen very high, but the Yulin Army outside the city still did not move.

Yang Yi smiled slightly and muttered: "At this moment, they should be arguing about whether to continue attacking or retreating?"

At this moment, Cao Chuan quickly came, leading a guy who looked like a Hun, clasped his fists at Yang Yi and said, "Sir, the Right Xian King has sent an envoy."

Yang Yi frowned and looked at the Huns.

The Hun envoy immediately stepped forward and performed the unique etiquette of a grassland man towards Yang Yi, saying, "I have met Lord Yang!"

Yang Yi snorted and said angrily: "Youxian King really disappointed me! I originally thought that the Hun cavalry was invincible, but I didn't expect that I would suffer such a crushing defeat in Taiyuan!

If our army had not been brave and good at fighting against Yuan Mai's offensive, the situation at this moment would have been unimaginable!"

The Hun envoy felt a little embarrassed and immediately said to Yang Yi: "Our king should have returned to the Shanyuting in the Hetao area at this moment.

The king means that Yuan Mai is our common enemy, and we must join forces to eliminate him, otherwise, whether we are or adults, they will probably end up in a miserable end!…”

When Yang Yi heard this, he immediately asked, "Youxian King still wants to send troops?"

The Hun envoy nodded.

Yang Xiong, who was standing next to Yang Yi, said angrily: "The Right Xian King has lost 50,000 elite troops. Do you still have the power to send troops?"

The envoy of the Huns said: "Our king naturally has strength. With the forces of other Hun princes, we can assemble 50,000 to 60,000 combat cavalry in a short time!

As long as you can hold on to Yanmen and drag the Yulin Army, when our cavalry arrives, it will be their doomsday!

Our army was defeated before, because we were trapped by them. If we fought in the wilderness, they would not be the opponent of my prairie athletes!"

At the end of the story, the Huns' envoy looked very excited. Obviously, the previous defeat of Qingshi Valley made him unable to let go.

Yang Yi looked thoughtful and nodded, "Very good! The Youxian King has such a spirit, but he is worthy of being a hero! Go back and tell the Youxian King that Yanmen will never fall. Please lead his army as soon as possible.

Let me deal with Yuan Mai!”

The Hun envoy said happily: "The Lord is determined to defend Yanmen. No matter how good it is, it will be gone. Our king said that if this battle is won, the previous agreement will be the same. We will definitely abide by the agreement!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "It's easy to say."

The Hun envoy said, "If sir, I will rush back to report my life."

Yang Yi said to Cao Chuan: "Send me a messenger."

Cao Chuan responded and led the Hun envoy to leave.

When Zhao Xiong saw the Hun envoy leaving, he couldn't help but say angrily: "It's so outrageous for the Huns to pick up peaches on the ground! They clearly want to use us!"

Yang Yi sneered: "It's not certain who can use whom! Is Yuan Mai so easy to deal with? When the Huns arrive and fight Yuan Mai to lose both sides, we will attack and clean up the mess!"
Chapter completed!
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