Chapter 779: Yanzhou Lianying, the Prince visits Qian

At the same time, to the west of the Daqian Dynasty, on the land of Yanzhou, the night was as dark as ink, and the stars were twinkling, casting a mysterious veil over this ancient and vicissitudes of life land.

The camps of the Chiyu Army and the Daqian Rebellion-Suppressing Army were facing each other from afar. There seemed to be an invisible boundary between the two armies, dividing the land into two. The air was filled with a tense and subtle atmosphere.

At this critical moment, two dark shadows shuttled silently in the night, approaching the camp of Daqian's rebellion-suppressing army like ghosts.

Both figures were dressed in black robes, their faces completely covered by hoods, revealing only a pair of twinkling dark eyes.

"Your Highness, has it really come to this? Once you take this step, there will be no turning back."

One of the men in black robes sighed softly with a hint of sadness. Although his voice was light, it was particularly clear in the silent night, as if even the wind stopped for it.

"There's still a way back? Do we have one?"

Another man in black robe responded in a low voice, revealing an unspeakable heaviness.

The moonlight occasionally shone through the clouds, illuminating his face hidden in the shadow of the hood. It turned out to be the eldest son of the Shi family who had been imprisoned in Yanwang City - Shi Fuyan.

At this moment, his eyes were less gentle than before, and more resolute and cold, as if he had experienced countless storms and finally saw the road ahead clearly, even if it was a road full of thorns and obstacles.

"The Yuan family and other noble families are like jackals, tigers and leopards, eroding our foundation step by step. General Wei Linchao was killed by them. The Dao soldiers accumulated by my Yanwang Mansion for hundreds of years - the Huo Lin Guards - were directly hit hard, which greatly reduced our strength step by step and forced my Yanwang Mansion into the abyss."

"If this continues, not only the Chiyu Army, but also our Shi family and even the future of the entire Yanzhou will be swallowed up by those aristocratic families and become victims of their power struggle."

Shi Fuyan continued, his tone revealing sadness for the past.

"But, Your Highness, cooperating with Daqian is like seeking the skin of a tiger."

"The Daqian Dynasty has also been eyeing the Daqian Three Kings for hundreds of years. How could they really help us?"

"I'm afraid that by then, we will just be jumping from one fire pit into another."

The black-robed man spoke again, his tone full of hesitation.

"You are right, the Daqian Dynasty is also untrustworthy, but now, we have no choice!"

"The power of the Yuan family and other aristocratic families is now at its peak, and the Chiyu Army has been infiltrated by them. If we don't take action, I'm afraid we will lose even the last bit of resistance."

Upon hearing this, Shi Fuyan was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked towards the distant sky, with complex light flashing in his eyes.

"Instead of waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative. Although the Daqian Dynasty is ambitious, they still need time to consolidate their rule over Yanzhou. At least this can give us a glimmer of hope."

It is obvious that after this period of confrontation and competition between the aristocratic families and the aristocratic forces headed by the Yuan family.

The two brothers Shi Fuyan and Shi Fuchen have begun to realize in despair that after losing the great general Wei Linchao, the Flame King, and the Taoist soldiers, the Fire Lin Guards, suffered heavy losses.

The control of the Yanwang Mansion represented by the two of them over the Chiyu Army has fallen to the lowest point in history due to the continuous infiltration of aristocratic families such as the Yuan family.

They can no longer defeat the aristocratic families headed by the Yuan family.

Therefore, at this moment, Shi Fuyan also showed the courage of being the former prince of King Yan!
The two men in black robes continued to move forward until they came to the edge of the Daqian rebellion suppression army camp.

Here, the lights are dim, and the figures of patrolling soldiers are looming in the night, appearing particularly vigilant.

Shi Fuyan took a deep breath, as if making the final mental preparation, and then slowly took the decisive step and stepped into the enemy's territory. "Stop! Who are you?"

Almost instantly, several Daqian soldiers discovered their tracks, and quickly surrounded them with spears in hand, their eyes full of vigilance and hostility.

"I am Shi Fuyan, the eldest son of Prince Yan's Mansion. I have something important to discuss with your General Tan."

Shi Fuyan stopped, slowly raised his hand, opened his hood, and revealed his slightly haggard face.

The soldiers were surprised when they heard this, and then one of them quickly turned around and ran to report.

Not long after, a general wearing armor and with a majestic aura strode over, looking at Shi Fuyan in front of him with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to read something from his expression.

"Master Fuyan? The eldest son of Prince Yan's Mansion, why are you here so late at night?"

The general's voice was low, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

Not long after, Shi Fuyan met the nominal commander-in-chief of Daqian's rebellion-repression army as he wished - Tan Mengjun!

Led by several soldiers, he passed through the scattered tents in the camp. Every step he took was on solid ground, but it seemed as if he was also stepping on the heavy worries in his heart.

In the night, the lights in the camp were like sparse stars, adding a sense of inexplicable warmth to this tense meeting.

Finally, he came to a relatively spacious tent. The curtains of the tent were swaying gently, as if waiting for some important visitors.

"General Tan, Master Fuyan, the eldest son of Prince Yan's Mansion, has arrived."

The soldier's voice sounded outside the tent, with a hint of awe.

"Invite him in."

After a moment, a steady and powerful voice came from inside the tent.

Shi Fuyan took a deep breath, opened the curtain, and stepped into the tent.

The tent was brightly lit, with a huge sand table in the center, densely marked with terrain and troop deployment, as if it was a microcosm of the entire battle situation.

Tan Mengjun, who became the nominal commander-in-chief of the Daqian rebellion-suppressing army after Nangong Tianxia and Lu Fa arrived, was standing next to the sand table with his back to Shi Fuyan, studying the battle situation attentively.

He was wearing iron armor and a battle robe on his shoulders. His back looked particularly tall and straight, revealing an aura of majesty without even being angry.

"General Tan."

Shi Fuyan called softly, with an imperceptible tremor in his tone.

"Master Fuyan, the eldest son of Prince Yan's Mansion is visiting you late at night. He must have something important to discuss, right?"

Tan Mengjun slowly turned around and looked Shi Fuyan up and down with a sharp gaze. It seemed that those eyes could see through people's hearts and leave no one behind.

Shi Fuyan nodded slightly, walked into the tent, found a place to sit down, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked at this legendary general of Daqian.

Tan Mengjun, the legendary figure who single-handedly held off the Chiyu Army on the battlefield and prevented them from making any progress, now seemed even more profound and reserved than the rumors said.

(End of this chapter)