The heads of the aristocratic families who had just dispersed, had not yet sat in the butts, and Situ Yao called them back again.

Looking at the provocative letter of war in Situ Yao's hand, the heads of the family were a little angry.

Although their army of 500,000 is now only more than 400,000 points left, it may be difficult to attack the city, but if the defenders of Guangling City dare to go out of the city to fight, no matter how they look at the force, they are in the advantage.

Now Mo Zizai dared to speak wildly and directly destroyed them. How could this prevent them from being angry?

"Let him come!"

The head of the Wan family, who had experienced the pain of losing his son, was obviously not caring at this time. He said coldly: "I want to see how he destroyed us by just 100,000 people!"

"Although Master Wan's words are correct, there is no need to be so impulsive, right?"

Xu Ran persuaded: "They won several battles, and the reinforcements arrived, and the morale is now in full swing. If we fight hard with them, we will definitely suffer a lot of losses. There is no need to start the decisive battle in such a hurry."

Xu Ran, who had just fought a tough battle, suffered heavy losses. At this time, he was the one who was least willing to start a war directly.

"No need? Then what do you mean is necessary?"

The head of the Wan family did not give Xu Ran any face and directly retorted: "They are riding on your neck and shit, do you still have to swallow your anger?"

"I am here to rebel, not to be my grandson, nor to train him!"

"That's not what it means. As soon as the imperial reinforcements arrived, even if there were only 10,000 people, it was not a good time to start a war."

Xu Ran, who was beaten back, had no anger on his face, but instead spoke with a little excitement: "What's more, he dares to say a thousand to three thousand words. Don't you dare to fulfill him?"

"Is it easy to fight three thousand to one thousand, or is it easy to fight four hundred thousand to one hundred thousand?"

The head of the Wan family did not care about Xu Ran's aggressive method at all and continued, "Since they want to fight to the decisive battle and let them leave the city, I don't believe it. Can I still be afraid of him for 400,000 people?"

Listening to the words of the head of the Wan family, Xu Ran couldn't help but feel angry. These 400,000 belong to your family, 400,000.

Your son is dead, but my son is still alive. Why should I take my own elites to avenge your son?

It is not good to slowly consume the power in the city like three thousand and one thousand, not to mention that there are 150,000 troops in JY and Yecheng. After they conquered these two cities, it would be great to cut off the back road of Guangling City. Why do you need to fight with Guangling City now?

If your son dies, he doesn't care about anything, right?

Situ Yao observed the expressions of the heads of the aristocratic families in the camp and found that most of them agreed with Xu Ran’s statement. Although he had expected this, he still couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

In fact, what the head of Wan family said was not wrong. When Mo Zizai dared to go out of the city to fight, it was the best way to solve them once and for all.

After all, the 400,000 soldiers chewed horses and consumed a lot of food and grass every day, and it was not very beneficial to them to consume it.

But everyone was not very willing to fight. Even if they forced them to fight, they would probably not work hard. So he gave up the idea of ​​a decisive battle with Mo Zizai and said, "Okay, don't fight."

"This battle is not our side's business. King Bei'an agreed to send troops, but there has been no movement yet. If we suffer heavy losses in Guangling City, it is difficult for him to pick peaches, so he acts arbitrarily."

Speaking of this, Situ Yao looked at the head of the Wan family and continued to explain: "What's more, we have an army of 150,000 in JY and Yecheng. When they take these two cities and cut off the imperial court's retreat, it's not too late for us to fight the magic weapon."

"this……"

The head of the Wan family was obviously a little dissatisfied, but he glanced at the people in the tent, and most of them agreed with Situ Yao's opinion, and couldn't help but snorted coldly, "You will regret it!"

After saying that, the owner of the Wan family left the tent without looking back.

After he left, the atmosphere in the camp was slightly awkward. After a while, Situ Yao used the excuse of writing a letter to King Bei'an to urge everyone to leave.

...

On the side of Guangling City, after Mo Zizai entered the city, Yang Yanzhang and Han Qu immediately came over.

"Meet the prince."

"There is no need to salute on the battlefield."

Mo Zizai waved his hand, signaling the two of them not to be too polite, and then asked, "What's the situation in the city now?"

As soon as he entered the city, Mo Zizai found that fires were lit in several places in the city. If Han Qu hadn't had any worries on his face, he would have thought that Situ Yao's people had touched in there.

“There is no serious problem in the city.”

Han Qu bowed and stepped forward and said, "The fires in the city were because Situ Yao threw a lot of hot tinder into the city. However, I have moved away the people around the city walls, so these fired places did not cause any casualties to the city."

"Oh, that's good."

Mo Zizai nodded with confidence, then looked at Yang Yanzhang again and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you still surrounded?"

"I will be guilty, please punish me."

Hearing Mo Zizai's question, Yang Yanzhang immediately gave a military salute. This time he left the city and directly killed more than a thousand soldiers of the Shenwei Army. A large part of the reason for this result was that he made a mistake in judgment and was greedy for merit and made a rash progress, so he believed that he had an unshirkable responsibility.

"Okay, there are no ones who will never die in war."

After learning the whole story, Mo Zizai convinced Yang Yanzhang and said, "What's more, in this Guangling City, you are the head coach, so no one can punish you before the war."

"If you really feel that you are wrong, don't do it next time. If you still feel sorry for it, then just wait until you submit your conspiracy to the court after the war."

"Anyway, at this moment, here, you are the highest commander. I just bring you some reinforcements, so don't worry that I will point fingers at you."

"Prince..."

Faced with Mo Zizai's trust, Yang Yanzhang didn't know what to say. After a while, he bowed and said to Mo Zizai in a firm voice: "The last general will definitely not let down the prince's trust!"

"Well, just fight hard."

Mo Zizai nodded indifferently. Although part of the reason was because he was too lazy to command the army, more because he didn't want to do anything that laymen commanded the experts.

Since Yang Yanzhang is good at fighting, let him take responsibility. As for the mistakes he made before, that's not normal. When anyone makes a mistake, as long as it is not a fatal mistake, there will be no big problem.

While the two were talking, the envoy sent by Mo Zizai to Situ Yao's camp had already rushed back.

"Prince, they agreed."

After saying this, the messenger hesitated for a moment, then said, "However, Situ Yao has something to bring to you. I don't know whether it should be said or not."

"Situ Yao has something to bring to me?"

Mo Zizai was a little surprised. Although he had someone shot Bai Changqiu to death with an arrow, he did not know Bai Changqiu's identity. So when the envoy said this, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "What did he ask you to bring?"

"He said, you killed his three disciples today, and he has recorded this revenge."

Speaking of this, the messenger said hesitantly: "He also said that sooner or later he will hang your head... and General Yang's... head..."

The messenger couldn't continue to speak at this point, but Mo Zizai had already understood what he meant and couldn't help but say in surprise: "When did I kill his third disciple? Why don't I know?"

"Since the first person shot to death under the banner is his third disciple, Bai Changqiu."

Seeing that Mo Zizai had no intention of being angry, the messenger quickly explained: "At that time, he was commanding the QJ army to fight, but he shot him to death with an arrow."

"Good to die!"

After hearing this, Yang Yanzhang spoke happily: "The old dog Situ Yao plotted against Uncle Tang back then, and the rebellion of the Great Zhou Dynasty also started because of him. What is the point of killing his disciple!"

"Is it sure he did it?"

Although they had already guessed that Situ Yao did this before, it was not finalized, but at this time, Yang Yanzhang's tone was clearly completely confirmed, so Mo Zizai couldn't help but ask.

"Sure!"

Yang Yanzhang nodded fiercely, and then said, "This matter was admitted by his eldest disciple in person, so there will definitely be no mistake!"

"That dog thief, after he finished talking about this, I beat him to death!"

"His disciple admitted it, so it seems that it is 80% him."

To be honest, Mo Zizai is not as excited as Yang Yanzhang, because his relationship with his father is not very good, so although he must avenge his father's revenge, he hates Situ Yao emotionally, and this is really not the case.

But regardless of whether there is or not, he will definitely kill this person. Not to mention that his father died indirectly at his hands, just saying that he wants to stir up the world, Mo Zizai will not let him go.

"One of his disciples died in Yining before, and then you killed one, I killed one, and there are only three of them."

Mo Zizai thought about it, then asked, "Does he have any disciples besides these three? He took the time to kill him."

"No...no."

The envoy who went to Situ Yao's camp saw that Mo Zizai was so cruel, subconsciously swallowed, and then answered: "I have found out clearly in the camp. Situ Yao only has these three apprentices, and he treats these three apprentices better than his sons on weekdays."

"Oh, there's a son, that's easy to deal with."

Originally, Mo Zizai was still a little disappointed when he heard that he had killed Situ Yao's disciple. However, when he heard that he had a son, he instantly raised his spirits, "Since the disciple has been killed, then turn around and kill his son, and try to kill him too."

“…”

When the messenger heard this, he instantly shrank his neck. No wonder people say that the prince is cruel and ruthless. He just went straight to kill the whole family. It was really cruel.

"Okay, you go down."

Mo Zizai waved his hand and asked the soldier on the mission to return to the team. Then he turned to Han Qu and Yang Yanzhang and said, "I have set the conditions for Situ Yao. We have sent one thousand people, and they have sent three thousand people, so that they can accompany us to train troops. What do you think?"

Although Mo Zizai did not discuss this matter with Yang Yanzhang before, Mo Zizai didn't think there was any problem at all. If they thought it was not possible, then at most he would go back on his word.

Anyway, he is not a trustworthy person, and he doesn't care about his reputation. He regrets it, and Situ Yao can still bite him.

"One thousand to three thousand..."

Yang Yanzhang and Han Qu pondered for a moment, then exchanged gazes, and after confirming that the other party had no objection, they nodded and said, "This matter is feasible."

"One thousand vs. three thousand is just right. No matter how many Divine Power Army there are, it will be difficult to deal with. If there are fewer ones, it will not be effective in training. Three thousand is just right."

"If that's the case, then this matter will be decided."

Seeing that the two had no objections, Mo Zizai stopped talking and told them about the situation of the Yulin Army, and told them that if necessary, they could send troops directly, cooperate with the Yulin Army, and directly attack Situ Yao's army.
To be continued...