The flames quickly engulfed the entire Yinshan City. Screams were heard throughout the city and the scene was extremely tragic.

Wave after wave of heat wave hit them, and the rebel soldiers fled in all directions, trying to avoid the merciless flames, but their efforts seemed so powerless and desperate.

"Help!" The scream of a rebel soldier pierced the night sky, and his figure looked particularly miserable in the firelight. The flames quickly spread to his body, and his robes were instantly ignited and turned into a ball of fire. He rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on his body, but it was all in vain.

"Run! Run!" another soldier shouted, his voice filled with endless fear and despair. His eyes were red from the smoke, tears kept flowing. He staggered, as if he would fall down at any moment.

The buildings in the city collapsed one after another under the flames, the wooden houses were crackling, and the stone walls were cracking under the high temperature. The light of the flames reflected the redness of every terrified face, and thick smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell made it difficult to breathe.

At this moment, the entire Yinshan City seemed to have turned into a huge hell of fire, with the rebel soldiers struggling and screaming in it, and endless cries echoing in the night sky.

Someone ran towards the city gate, but suddenly found that the gate had been closed at some point. The heavy wooden board of the gate was locked tightly, and any effort to open it seemed so powerless and desperate.

"The city gate is closed! We can't get out!" A soldier shouted desperately, his voice filled with endless panic and pain. His eyes flashed with reluctance and helplessness, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

"We are trapped! Help!" The light of the flames illuminated their faces red, thick smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell made it difficult to breathe.

It is difficult for anyone to remain calm at this moment. All they feel is endless panic and unwillingness.

Since Yinshan City is a strategically important place, the city gate is not an ordinary wooden door. After all, they had already considered the possibility of fire at the city gate, so they used very fire-resistant materials.

Unless kerosene is poured on the city gate, it would be impossible to burn down the entire city gate in a short time.

At the same time, Hu Yanhuan, who had already escaped from the city, turned his head and looked at the scene in front of him. His heart trembled and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Military Advisor, the task you assigned to me is completed!"

He looked at everything in front of him in a daze, and couldn't help but say: "Don't worry, the rebels won't be able to open the city gate for a while."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Hu Yanhuan and nodded, but he did not feel relieved. Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt a little bit reluctant.

If we speculate based on the tricks of the kerosene in the city, this fire was enough to burn the entire Yinshan City into ruins, and the fate of the people in the city can be imagined.

He also knew that this was somewhat cruel and inhumane.
But he also knew that neither he nor Beiman had any choice at this moment.

Only by doing this can we resist the sharp attack of the Northern Barbarians and buy more time for them.

"At least half of the rebels were wiped out in Yinshan City." The middle-aged scholar whispered to himself, with a hint of heaviness and helplessness in his voice. The light of the flames reflected his face red, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions.

Finally, he took a deep breath, looked around, and decisively ordered: "Yinshan City is finished, we retreat and reunite with General Huyan!"

Since their original purpose was to lure the enemy into a trap, they did not intend to defend Yinshan City to the death.

Therefore, when resisting the rebels just now, no one fought desperately, and except for those who were killed by stray arrows, their casualties were actually very small.

Such a casualty ratio is undoubtedly the best case scenario for this war.

"Yes, military advisor!"

Hu Yanhuan nodded heavily and shouted loudly: "Everyone, set out and join the army!"

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At the same time,
Li Zhongwu, who was fighting a fierce battle with Hu Yanhuan, also discovered the movement in Yinshan City.

The huge roar was deafening and instantly attracted his attention. He turned his head sharply and saw that the fire in Yinshan City was getting more and more intense, and large patches of blazing clouds were reflected in the sky, which was so magnificent and dazzling.

Li Zhongwu's heart tightened immediately. Although sieges inevitably lead to war, the fire in Yinshan City was a bit too much. An ordinary siege would not cause such a fire.

Such a scene reminded him of the fire attack strategy they adopted when attacking Yinshan City. At that time, a similar fire also broke out in Yinshan City, and it was even more severe.

"No way..." Li Zhongwu muttered to himself, with a bad feeling in his heart.

An ominous thought echoed in his mind: Could it be that the Northern Barbarians were also using fire attacks? If so, wouldn't the rebel soldiers in Yinshan City be in a desperate situation? With such a fire, the tragic scene seemed to be replayed yesterday.

His mind was in a state of confusion, and the battle before him seemed to become blurred.

The light of the flames illuminated the night sky red, and the pungent smell of kerosene blew into the air, making it difficult to breathe. The smell of kerosene in the air made him more certain of his guess.

At this time, he couldn't help but look up at Hu Yan Leng, but suddenly found that the impatience on his face was gone, and there was only an endless sneer. And he clearly remembered the change of this smile, just after the fire broke out in Yinshan City.

At this time, other rebel forces also noticed the movements in Yinshan City. Everyone realized that something was wrong and had an uneasy look on their faces.

They were already in a panic, and their eyes were involuntarily focused on Li Zhongwu.

"General, what should we do? What should we do?" The deputy general asked anxiously, his voice filled with endless anxiety and panic. His face was full of anxiety and confusion, and his eyes were shining with expectation for Li Zhongwu.

Li Zhongwu was like an ant on a hot pot at the moment, his inner entanglement and anxiety made it difficult for him to calm down. Should he go back to help, or continue to worry about the battle in front of him?
If they go back to help, they may be able to save some of the trapped rebel soldiers, but the current battle situation will become even more unfavorable. If they don't go back to help, the soldiers in Yinshan City may not be able to escape.

He looked at the fire in Yinshan City. Under such a fire, even if they could return to provide assistance, it would probably be too late.

At this moment, his heart was in great conflict.

He knew that every decision he made was related to the life and death of countless soldiers, and any carelessness could lead to the collapse of the entire war situation.

It is precisely because of this that he cannot make a decision easily.

He looked up at Hu Yanhuan, and at this moment he finally understood, it was not them who were holding back the Northern Barbarian Army, but it was the Northern Barbarians who were holding him back.

Hu Yanhuan's sneer and sinister eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart. "Li Zhongwu, you didn't expect that this day next year will be your death anniversary!" Hu Yanlan's voice exploded in his ears like thunder, with endless murderous intent and determination.

He seemed to have seen through Li Zhongwu's thoughts long ago, and couldn't help but sneer: "You can't just leave if you want to at this time."

Li Zhongwu's face suddenly changed, and his mind was in a state of confusion. He knew that Hu Yanhuan was right, the current situation had become extremely complicated, and any wrong decision could lead to the collapse of the entire battle.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"General, we can't wait any longer!" the deputy general said anxiously. If they continue to delay, they will not be able to leave even if they want to.

Li Zhongwu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He knew that now was not the time to hesitate or be afraid. He had to make a quick decision to save the soldiers in Yinshan City and live up to the expectations of His Majesty King Wu.

"Pass the order down, organize a retreat immediately and return to Yinshan City for support!" Li Zhongwu finally made a decision, his voice filled with endless strength and determination.

He knew that this decision might make the current battle situation more difficult, but he could not watch his soldiers being trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

And he believed that if Lin Zhongyun were in his place, he would also make the same decision.

"Yes, General!" The deputy general and the soldiers responded in unison, with hope and determination in their eyes. They quickly conveyed the order and prepared to retreat to support Yinshan City.

However, Huyan Leng sneered. How could he give up the opportunity to give the man a beating when he was down?

"Brothers, kill them!" Hu Yanleng shouted with murderous intent, and he rushed towards the rebel army with the Northern Barbarian cavalry behind him.

It was the same as the beginning, except that this time they were the ones chasing the rebels instead of the rebels actively attacking them.

Li Zhongwu was calm when he saw this. He knew that he had to use all his strength to lead the soldiers out of the encirclement.

"Brothers, follow me!" Li Zhongwu shouted loudly, and rushed to the front to block Hu Yanhuan and buy time for others to retreat.

His sword was as fast as lightning, slashing towards Hu Yanhuan. He knew that he had to use all his strength to stop the Northern Barbarians' conspiracy.

Hu Yanhuan sneered, and the long sword in his hand rushed towards Li Zhongwu's sword like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, with swords flashing and sparks flying. Every clash was filled with endless power and determination, as if to completely defeat the other.

"Li Zhongwu, don't even think about escaping!" Hu Yanhuan sneered, his voice full of endless mockery and pride. His long sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, quickly attacking Li Zhongwu's vital points.

Li Zhongwu did not dare to be careless. He leaned sideways on horseback and barely dodged the knife. Then he returned the attack with a sword.

"Brothers, hold your ground and retreat quickly!" Li Zhongwu shouted loudly, with endless strength and determination in his voice. His figure looked particularly heroic in the firelight, waving the long sword in his hand, guarding the rear for everyone.

Under the command of Li Zhongwu, the rebel soldiers gradually stabilized their positions and began to retreat in an orderly manner. With hope and determination in their eyes, they quickly retreated towards Yinshan City. Li Zhongwu quickly led the soldiers to retreat while resisting the attacks of the Northern Barbarian Cavalry.

Finally, Li Zhongwu and his soldiers broke out of the siege and quickly retreated towards Yinshan City.

Facing this scene, Hu Yanhuan just sneered, but did not take the initiative to chase after him. After all, the fate of chasing after an enemy was still vivid in his mind. Moreover, this was the military advisor's instructions from the beginning.

"Li Zhongwu, you are lucky this time." Hu Yanhuan sneered and watched Li Zhongwu and his soldiers gradually go away, with coldness and determination flashing in his eyes.

Although at this moment he wanted to rush forward and kill Li Zhongwu, the most powerful general in the rebel army, on the spot, he looked back at his subordinates and finally chose to give up.

And at the same time.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar and Hu Yanhuan also quickly rushed here and joined Hu Yanleng's army.

As soon as Hu Yanhuan saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar, he greeted him with a smile on his face, his eyes flashing with endless admiration and gratitude.

"Military Advisor, you are truly a master planner!" Hu Yanhuan exclaimed in admiration, "If you hadn't made arrangements in advance, we probably wouldn't have been able to repel the enemy so quickly, not to mention causing great damage to the rebel army."

He said this excitedly, his tone filled with deep admiration.

He understood that if it were not for the middle-aged Confucian scholar's foresight, not to mention whether they could defeat the rebel army, it would be a problem whether they could even defend Yinshan City.

At this moment, he firmly believed that Chagan Wuli had not made a mistake in choosing the right person.

If there is anyone who can save the Northern Barbarians from the turbulent tide, that person must be the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

In response to Hu Yanleng's praise, the middle-aged Confucian scholar simply smiled slightly, without any complacency or pride in his eyes.

Because he knew that although he had won the battle, what he would face next was a frenzied counterattack by the rebels, and he must not take it lightly at this time.

In fact, he had no idea what kind of crazy thing Lin Zhongyun would do, especially when he was furious.

If they think they can sit back and relax, they might really be beaten to death by Lin Zhongyun's crazy behavior. At that time, it would be like a master being beaten to death by a random punch, which is too unfair.

"General Huyan, victory is certainly gratifying, but we must not let it get to our heads," he said calmly, with endless wisdom and calmness in his voice. "The rebels will not give up easily, they will definitely launch a crazy counterattack. We must be fully prepared and not slack off in the slightest."

Hu Yanhuan nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. He knew that the middle-aged scholar was right, now was not the time to relax, but to be more vigilant and cautious.

"Sir, you are right." Hu Yanhuan said solemnly, "We must not take it lightly. Please tell us how we should deal with it next?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with endless wisdom and determination. He knew that the next battle would be more difficult, but he already had a plan to deal with it.

"We must quickly join the Khan and make long-term plans." The middle-aged scholar said in a deep voice, "Only by joining the Khan can we better deal with the counterattack of the rebels. We still need to make long-term plans for what will happen next." (End of this chapter)