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As time passed, the once close relationship among the One Emperor and Nine Kings gradually faded. Each faction, with its own military strength, was not necessarily on guard against one another but secretly hoped for the disappearance of one king, which would allow them to gain more territories. Even with orders from the imperial capital, they would find various excuses to delay action. If they truly waited for the reinforcements from other kings to arrive, it would be too late.
"The recovery of the Second Post is imperative; however, the situation has shifted to one of offense and defense. A strong attack would inevitably lead to heavy casualties among our troops. As you all know, the brutality of the Shu Cang army is well-documented, and they may not hesitate to massacre the citizens of our post city. Therefore, we must rely on strategy rather than brute force," Yin Qian declared, revealing his determination as the commander.
"We obey the orders of the General!" The others rose and bowed, understanding that Yin Qian had made up his mind to fight; they only needed to follow his commands on how to proceed.
"Order: Cheng Shi will lead ten thousand soldiers to guard Zhou Cheng. Generals Zhao, Sun, and Qian will surround Chi Huo City with fifty thousand troops. The rest will march with me. Inside the pouches prepared for you all are specific arrangements; we will review them on the way. Everyone, count your troops; we depart tonight at Zi Shi!" The group received their pouches, though they were puzzled as to why Yin Qian did not directly explain his battle plans. However, military orders were absolute, and it was already noon; they had been given ample time to prepare.
The Shu Cang army was known for its fierceness and skill in cavalry warfare, boasting a number of mounted soldiers unmatched by neighboring nations. The Black Tiger Camp and Mountain Bandits were particularly renowned for their prowess, and their warhorses surpassed those of other units. After last night's battle, the Black Tiger Camp had been reduced to dust, leaving behind warhorses that became spoils for Yin Qian. The horses captured from the Black Tiger Camp numbered over ten thousand and were ready for use, while the Yinzhou Garrison had raised over twenty thousand mounts of their own. Sixty percent of these mounts were allocated to the three generals attacking Chi Huo City, while Yin Qian took the remaining forty percent for himself, leaving only a few thousand—injured and still under treatment—for Cheng Shi. That night, Yin Qian and his men disappeared into the moonlight through the northern gate with their counted troops.
As Yin Qian set out, Mo Wen had just returned from the infirmary. Entrusted by Yin Qian before the battle commenced, Mo Wen had gathered a group of healers to prepare for treating injured soldiers. After a large number of wounded were brought into the infirmary last night, Mo Wen felt uneasy and decided to check on them himself. During prior discussions about treatment methods, he discovered that while these healers were reasonably skilled and accepted his suggestions, their reactions were unanimous—they had never heard of Mo Wen's methods before; reattaching severed limbs was something even Transcendence Stage warriors could not achieve, let alone ordinary martial artists. Mo Wen's personal demonstration showcased some "wonders" from the general's residence.
"Brother He! I finally see you back!" Mo Wen spotted Yin Jianren wandering outside his small courtyard.
"Oh, Jianren! What brings you here today?" Mo Wen was genuinely surprised; everyone in the general's residence was busy at this time. As Young Master of the general's house, Yin Jianren should have no leisure to visit him.
"Sigh! My father has led a troop into battle."
"Come on in! A few days ago, Brother Erniu brought me some camellias; since you're here, let's enjoy some tea." Ignoring Yin Jianren's words about his father's expedition, Mo Wen invited him into his courtyard.
"Sigh! I say Big Dog-head He, you are my father's appointed Doghead Strategist; don't you know about his expedition?"
"Calm down; let's drink tea while we chat." Seeing Mo Wen's mysterious demeanor reassured Yin Jianren; it seemed that his father must have discussed matters with Big Dog Head before setting out.
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