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Chapter 775 Yanzhou Joint Camps, the Crown Prince Visits Qian

Meanwhile, to the west of the Great Qian Dynasty, on the land of Yanzhou, the night was as dark as ink, with stars twinkling, draping this ancient and weathered land in a veil of mystery.

The camps of the Crimson Imperial Army and the Great Qian Army's suppression forces faced each other across the distance. There seemed to be an invisible boundary between the two armies, dividing this land in two, and the air was filled with a tense and subtle atmosphere.

At this critical moment, two dark figures silently moved through the night, approaching the camp of the Great Qian army that was suppressing the rebellion like ghosts.

Both figures were dressed in black robes, their faces completely covered by hoods, revealing only pairs of gleaming black eyes.

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

One of the men in black robes sighed softly, with a hint of sorrow in his voice. Though his voice was soft, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, as if even the wind paused in its tracks.

"Turning back? Do we even have a way out?"

Another man in black robes responded in a low voice, which carried an indescribable heaviness.

Moonlight pierced through the clouds, occasionally illuminating his face hidden in the shadow of his hood. It was none other than Shi Fuyan, the eldest son of the Shi family who had been imprisoned in Yanwang City.

At this moment, his eyes lacked their usual gentleness and instead held a resolute and cold look, as if he had weathered countless storms and finally seen the road ahead, even if it was a road full of thorns and dangers.

"The Yuan family and those other powerful families are like wolves and tigers, gradually eroding our foundation. General Wei Linchao was killed by their scheme, and the Dao soldiers that my Yanwang Mansion has accumulated over hundreds of years—the Fire Lin Guards—were severely damaged. They have gradually weakened our strength and forced my Yanwang Mansion into the abyss."

"If this continues, not only the Crimson Imperial Army, but also our Shi family, and even the future of the entire Yan Province, will be swallowed up by those powerful clans and become victims of their power struggles."

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

"But Your Highness, cooperating with the Great Qian is tantamount to seeking help from a tiger."

"For hundreds of years, the Great Qian Dynasty has also been eyeing the Three Kings of Great Qian with covetous intent. Why would they genuinely help us?"

"I'm afraid that in the end, we'll just be jumping from one fire pit into another."

The man in black robes spoke again, his tone filled with hesitation.

"You're right, the Great Qian Dynasty is equally untrustworthy, but now, we have no other choice!"

"The power of the Yuan family and other powerful clans is at its zenith, and the Red Imperial Army has been thoroughly infiltrated by them. If we do not take action soon, we may lose even the last bit of resistance."

Upon hearing this, Shi Fuyan remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, gazing at the distant horizon, his eyes flashing with complex light.

"Instead of waiting to be killed, we should take the initiative. Although the Great Qian Dynasty is ambitious, they need time to consolidate their rule over Yan Province. At least they can give us a glimmer of hope."

Clearly, this period of conflict and struggle for power between the aristocratic families and the Yuan family-led aristocratic forces has brought about a significant change in the situation.

The brothers Shi Fuyan and Shi Fuchen began to despair, realizing that after losing Wei Linchao, the Flame King's general, and the Dao soldiers—the Fire Kirin Guards—they had suffered heavy losses.

The Yan King's Mansion, represented by the two of them, has seen its control over the Crimson Imperial Army decline to its lowest point in history due to the continuous infiltration by powerful families such as the Yuan family.

They are no longer able to compete with those powerful clans, led by the Yuan family.

Therefore, at this moment, Shi Fuyan also showed the courage of the former Crown Prince of Yan!

The two men in black robes continued onward until they reached the edge of the camp of the Great Qian army that was suppressing the rebellion.

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

Shi Fuyan took a deep breath, as if making final mental preparations, and then slowly took that decisive step, stepping into the enemy's territory.

"Halt! Who are you?"

Almost instantly, several Daqian soldiers spotted them, brandishing spears and quickly surrounded them, their eyes filled with wariness and hostility.

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

Shi Fuyan stopped, slowly raised his hand, and pulled down his hood, revealing his slightly haggard face.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers looked surprised, and one of them quickly turned around and ran to report it.

Soon after, a general clad in armor, exuding an imposing aura, strode over, his sharp gaze scrutinizing Shi Fuyan as if trying to glean something from his expression.

"Shi Fuyan? The eldest son of the Yan King's Mansion, what brings you here so late at night?"

The general's voice was deep, each word carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.

Not long after, Shi Fuyan finally met Tan Mengjun, the nominal commander-in-chief of the Great Qian army that was suppressing the rebellion!

Led by several soldiers, he walked through the tents scattered throughout the camp. Every step he took was on solid ground, yet it also felt like he was stepping on the heavy worries in his heart.

In the darkness, the camp lights, like sparse stars, added a touch of inexplicable warmth to the tense meeting.

Finally, he arrived at a relatively spacious tent, the tent curtains swaying gently, as if waiting for some important visitor.

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

A soldier's voice rang out from outside the tent, tinged with a hint of awe.

"Please let him in."

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

Shi Fuyan took a deep breath, lifted 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 deployments, as if it were a microcosm of the entire battle.

Tan Mengjun, who had arrived after Nangong Tianxia and Lu Fa, and who was nominally the commander-in-chief of the Great Qian Army's suppression of the rebellion, was standing beside the sand table with his back to Shi Fuyan, intently studying the battle situation.

He was dressed in full armor, with a battle robe draped over his shoulders. His back looked exceptionally tall and imposing, exuding an aura of authority without anger.

"General Tan."

Shi Fuyan called out softly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Shi Fuyan, the eldest son of the Yan King's Mansion, visiting so late at night, there must be something important to discuss, right?"

Tan Mengjun slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as he looked Shi Fuyan up and down. His eyes seemed to see right through people, leaving no room for anyone to hide.

Shi Fuyan nodded slightly, stepped into the tent, found a place to sit down, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he first sized up this legendary general of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Tan Mengjun, the legendary figure who single-handedly held off the Chi Yu Army on the battlefield, preventing them from making any progress, appeared more profound and reserved than rumored.

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