I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 306 - 228: Whose Tiger Is Being Lured Away

Chapter 306: Chapter 228: Whose Tiger Is Being Lured Away

Outside the dense forest, several thousand Yan Army soldiers stopped and looked at Gu Lan.

"The meaning of Young Master Gu is that the target of our night raid tonight is not the Wei Army camp, but the Qiangrong base." Li Yuanju was quite surprised.

Gu Lan said, "There are more than ten thousand people in the Wei Army camp, and we only have four thousand out of the city, two thousand of which are infantry. Even if we take them by surprise and manage to penetrate the Wei Army camp with our cavalry, we can’t carry back any supplies and will be stuck in the mire, unable to return to the city. Why should I engage in such a futile effort?"

"Well... we could sneak in and set fire to their supply camp, which would severely demoralize the Wei Army." Li Yuanju said in a low voice.

Gu Lan raised his hand slightly, "Go ahead then, General Li, safe travels to you."

Li Yuanju quickly said, "Then let’s forget it; I will strictly follow Young Master’s orders."

Setting fire to the Wei Army’s supply camp sounds simple, with just three steps: sneak in, set the fire, and run out. But whether one can return alive depends on fate.

"The Qiangrong people can collaborate with the Wei Country under the condition that the Wei Army provides them with supplies and fodder — these supplies are our target."

Gu Lan lowered his gaze, then slowly spoke:

"Li Yuanju, take five hundred infantry, and head to the Wei Army camp for a night raid as quickly as possible. Just create a disturbance, don’t get entangled. After creating the impression of a night raid, head straight back to the city. There are no cavalry in the Wei Army camp, so they won’t catch up. Just run, and you’ll be safe."

"I follow orders."

"Su Yi, position a thousand Pingnan Army troops in ambush on Li Yuanju’s return path. If the Wei Army gives chase, intercept them here. If not, meet up with me and Li Yuanju’s men, cover their retreat into the city."

"Yes."

"Shiqi, Captain Yu, you take five hundred archers and a wagon team, remain hidden with Su Yi, occupy the high ground by the roadside. If the Wei Army gives chase, or if someone escapes from the Qiangrong camp, shoot them down immediately. If not, rendezvous with me here, then transport the supplies back to the city."

"Yes!"

With the orders dispensed, the eyes of the commanders looking at Gu Lan became even more convinced.

Organized and composed, thoughtful in covering and retreating, raiding camps, transporting supplies — he had considered everything. The Prince was right, Gu Lan was indeed capable of leading an army as its commander.

After giving the orders, Gu Lan gently stroked Hong’s mane, "Two thousand cavalry, follow me closely."

Everyone acknowledged their orders and moved into action, Shiqi couldn’t help but call softly, "Young Master."

Gu Lan remembered she was just a young girl, and his tone softened, "What’s the matter, scared?"

"Young Master, please be careful." Shiqi said seriously.

Gu Lan smiled slightly and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."

"Your safety is more important than the supplies. If things go awry, I’ll contact people from the Zhou Family for help; they will assist you." Shiqi looked at Gu Lan solemnly, her bright and gentle almond-shaped eyes clear and spirited.

"Alright, you be careful too."

Gu Lan nodded, waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him split into three groups and started their operations.

In the distance, the dense forest where Qiangrong cavalry was stationed lay ahead — the cavalry moved swiftly like gusts of wind through the trees, arriving in no time.

In the dark night, Gu Lan and Rong Heng could already vaguely see the dots of torches far away.

The Qiangrong outer camp’s vigilance hadn’t spread so far, so no one had discovered them yet.

Rong Heng rode on Mo Feng, staring ahead, but from the corner of his eyes watched Gu Lan by his side.

The wind in the forest brushed against her cheek, blowing a few strands of her black hair into the air.

"Brother Hang, this is our first time fighting side by side." Gu Lan suddenly spoke.

Rong Heng raised an eyebrow, "Young Master Gu gets nervous too?"

Gu Lan curled her lips, "Brother Hang is jesting; I just suddenly realized something."

"What is it?"

"I think, since they want me to be the protagonist, then I’ll have to be. It’s destiny." Gu Lan said earnestly.

Rong Heng frowned slightly, seemingly understanding, "The protagonist? You mean the position of commander?"

Gu Lan’s eyes curved, not denying it, "Something like that."

She thought to herself, oh well, I’ve snatched the protagonist’s role so many times, I might as well get used to it, after all, Brother Hang and I are on the same side.

Soon, they were within the Qiangrong alert perimeter, Gu Lan drew the Longquan sword an inch out of its sheath, using the back of her hand to suppress the silvery, cold light it refracted. She glanced deeply into the utterly black abyss of their path, then spoke softly:

"I hope Li Yuanju doesn’t disappoint me."

The next moment, Gu Lan drew the Longquan sword completely and pointed it straight at the Qiangrong camp alight with bonfire:

"Cavalry, charge!"

At that moment, inside the main tent of the Qiangrong camp, Jiang Qu was lazily seated on a tiger-skin chair, wearing a set of loose undergarments with a bare chest.

In front of him was a table of meat and a jar of fine wine.

Jiang Qu, with his only remaining hand, held a short knife inlaid with green gemstones on the hilt.

He gently, repeatedly rubbed the blade against the sharpening stone.

"Duoji, I will return, you wait for me. I am the Chanyu of the Royal Court, I am the king of the Snowfield, and you are just a disgrace, a traitor begging the Yan people with your tail between your legs, a shame."

Jiang Qu’s fingers paused slightly as he softly muttered, his face flushed camel red, his serpent-like pupils half-open as if drunk.

After a while, Jiang Qu put down the knife, took a large gulp of wine from his jade cup, and suddenly felt a wave of unease inside, abruptly shouting:

"Gesang, Gesang!"

A Qiangrong soldier with red hair, looking like a personal soldier, quickly entered.

"Why is it you, where is Gesang! Tell him to get over here and drink with me."

The personal soldier said, "Chanyu, you forgot, you sent Lord Gesang with troops to the Wei Country tonight."

"Did I... those cunning Wei people, just want our tribe to bleed and sacrifice causally..."

Jiang Qu took a big gulp of wine, drunkenly asking, "How many did Gesang take? Did he say when he’ll be back? Wei Junzhuo, he wants to use us as pawns again."

"Lord Gesang seemed to take two thousand warriors." The personal soldier thought for a moment, then replied.

"Two thousand... then there are only a thousand left in camp..."

Jiang Qu was speaking and suddenly noticed the wine in his cup beginning to shake violently.

His pupils shrank, sobering up halfway, and he violently smashed the cup.

"When Wei Junzhuo asked us to help, what did he say exactly?"

Jiang Qu shook his head vigorously, yet strangely, couldn’t remember even though it had happened not long ago, due to too much drinking.

The personal soldier replied quickly, "The Wei messenger said the Yan people would raid the camp tonight and asked us to bring troops to... ensure the Yan had no way to retreat."

"No way to retreat... it’s me, us!"

Jiang Qu roared.

Suddenly, muffled sounds of warhorses came from outside the tent — like the abrupt onset of thunder in summer, as if to flatten the entire camp.

"Not good! Yan Army raid!"

"Chanyu, it’s the Yan cavalry!"

Jiang Qu hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed out of the tent.

Night, fire, Yan people, cavalry in black armor—

Everything surged like a torrent before his eyes.

The familiar figure wielding a long sword, upon a fiery red steed, neighing like a deity descending from the heavens.

Gu Lan’s black cloak behind him, reflecting the firelight, seemed like a sweltering blaze filled with ruthless killing intent, with one sword stroke, he slew the Qiangrong man before him.

Jiang Qu’s breath paused for half a beat.

Those Wei people were fooled, the Yan’s target wasn’t the Wei Army camp, it was them!

"So many Yan people, where did they come from, how come there was no movement at all, where are the patrols! Scouts!" Jiang Qu growled.

"Chan, Chanyu, we had many patrols, but then the Wei message came, saying the Yan would raid their camp tonight, and you sent Lord Gesang with troops, our brothers relaxed their vigilance, didn’t expect..."

The Qiangrong cavalry was originally only three to four thousand strong. Before, in a standoff outside the city with Rong Shuo, they had already lost a part, making Jiang Qu heartache.

Tonight, with the Wei Army saying the Yan would raid, Jiang Qu sent his general Gesang with two thousand light cavalry to the Wei camp.

So he had less than a thousand on his own garrison.

At this moment, only one thought circled in Jiang Qu’s mind.

Not that he and Wei Country besiege Yan Country, but damn it, Yan Country and Wei Country collaborated to lure him away and kill him, wasn’t it!?