Author: Taiqing Yaodao

Meiling Pass, the gatekeeper's mansion, in the back garden, white chrysanthemums, platycodon, peony, and various flowers are in full bloom.

Li Xuan was wearing a white short shirt, and there was a piece of rice paper on the easel in front of her.

A thin green bamboo pen quickly sketched on it.

In a deep valley, a simple square camp sits peacefully.

There were many soldiers walking back and forth among them.

Smoke rises from the kitchen, and someone is already preparing breakfast.

How many tents, how many turrets, how many light and dark sentries are there, everything is clearly displayed in Li Xuan's writing.

The breeze blew by, and there was something strange about it.

Li Xuan's face was indifferent, and a large blank appeared in the back of the tip of the fine pen in his hand.

A gate city appeared in the corner of the rice paper. In the dense forest below the city, dozens of secret sentries were hidden, staring at everything on the city.

At the same time on top of the city wall, a general wearing red clothes and golden armor held a Thousand Ox Sword in his hand and stared down.

If the city gate had been completely blocked, he might have fought his way out by now.

Seeing this scene, Li Xuan smiled slightly.

Last night, Li Xuan deliberately arranged for the Qianniu Guard to be on duty at night, and the leader was naturally Qiu Zhenmu.

However, after arriving last night, the people of the Tianyin Sect seemed extremely tired and fell asleep directly in the camp built in advance.

If he had taken the opportunity to attack the camp last night, Li Xuan might have been able to kill hundreds of people, but unfortunately, he had no such plan from the beginning.

Li Xuan picked up another piece of rice paper, placed it on the easel, and then began to trace in detail.

In a large tent, a general wearing silver chainmail sat on it. His long hair was tied back, his face was handsome, and his face was beautiful. This person was clearly Zhang Wanyu, the leader of the Hangzhou Hall of the Tianyin Sect.

I don't know when, she had already changed into a man's attire and armor, sitting in the middle, commanding the battle.

On the left side of the camp, stood the saints Ye Wanwan and He Qing'er, as well as several other branch leaders.

On the left side of the battle, three middle-aged men, also wearing chainmail, stood.

Although they also wore battle armor like Zhang Wanyu, the battle armor worn by these three people looked somewhat shoddy.

It is the same style as the chainmails that Li Xuan once found in the Caobang Villa in Yangzhou.

Sure enough, before Li Xuan destroyed the courtyard, an unknown number of chainmails had flowed into the Tianyin Sect.

…

"Master Xu, it's time. I want you to lead five hundred people to Meiling Pass to tentatively attack the city. I want to know how the crossbows and weapons are distributed in Meiling Pass." Zhang Wanyu looked at her seriously.

To one side is Xu Shan, deputy director of Jiande Hall of Tianyin Sect.

"I obey the order!" Xu Shan promised in a deep voice.

"Hall Master Hu!" Zhang Wanyu looked at Hu Guang, the deputy hall master behind Xu Shan, and said coldly: "I order you to spread all your men and find all the secret passages suitable for the passage of the army."

"I obey the order!" Hu Guang looked at Zhang Wanyu, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still accepted the promise honestly.

If there really was a passage near Daci'en Rock that was suitable for large groups of people to travel, I'm afraid it would have been discovered by those business travelers who didn't want to die long ago. There was no need to wait until today.

What Zhang Wanyu was doing now, in Hu Guang's eyes, was just giving random orders.

If anyone else had done this, Hu Guang and others would definitely be unconvinced, but Zhang Wanyu was different.

She is not only the niece of the Queen, but also the fiancée of Fang Yunxiu, the brother of Fang Fengjin, the master of Muzhou Hall, and personally the master of Hangzhou Hall.

No matter who is qualified or whatever, no one dares to stab her.

"Holy Girl!" Zhang Wanyu turned to look at Ye Wanwan, and then said with a serious face: "Holy Girl, I will leave all the building of catapults, battering rams and wells to the Holy Girl."

"Here!" Ye Wanwan immediately responded respectfully without any hesitation.

Zhang Wanyu looked at Ye Wanwan solemnly and said emphatically: "Whether we can successfully capture Meiling Pass this time depends on the ordnance created by the saint. If there is a problem with those ordnance, then don't blame me.

Are you being cruel to me, saint?"

"The well is not a problem, and even the battering ram is not a problem. The real problem is the special rope used in the trebuchet. We can only use that kind of thing to build four trebuchets..." Ye Wanwan immediately put the problem aside

Throw it out.

In order to completely capture Meiling Pass this time, the Tianyin Sect brought a large amount of supplies with them when they set out from Jiande, including a large number of bows and arrows.

Even if it weren't for the rugged mountain roads, everything they needed, including catapults, manholes and battering rams, would have been prepared.

Unfortunately, the journey is too long, and the mountain road is difficult and dangerous, so we can only carry some key artifacts and then go to Meiling Pass to reassemble them.

"The others will be sent from the rear soon. No matter what is needed, the rear will do their best to help, but what if..." Zhang Wanyu paused for a moment, then looked at everyone: "If we cannot capture Meiling Pass within three days, why?

Congratulations to the New Yuan Dynasty, then I am afraid that we will have to die to apologize, and no one here can be exempted."

Three days, three days later, the Tianyin Sect officially launched an uprising, and then changed it to Yuan Baoying.

It is the task of these people to capture Meiling Pass to celebrate the New Yuan Dynasty.

If the task cannot be completed, then these people will not have any place in the entire new dynasty.

"My subordinates will definitely fulfill their mission and congratulate the new Yuan Dynasty!" Everyone present raised their hands to Zhang Wanyu at the same time.

They all understand that the Holy Queen has the intention to pass the throne this time. On the surface, they are revolting against the Tang Dynasty in the name of Shi Xu, the governor of Muzhou. But it won't take long, as long as the situation is stable, the position will be passed on immediately.

In Wen Fuzhi's hands.

This is something that all Tianyin believers recognize.

"Well, everyone, go ahead and get ready." Zhang Wanyu raised her head slightly, and everyone else, including the saint Ye Wanwan, all backed away.

Only He Qing'er was suddenly stopped by Zhang Wanyu.

"Hall Master!" He Qing'er looked at Zhang Wanyu in surprise.

Zhang Wanyu waved her hand, looked at He Qing'er, and said softly: "Qing'er, now go select a group of skilled soldiers. At midnight today, I ask you to lead the troops to steal the city."

"Steal the city?" He Qing'er was stunned for a moment, but then said solemnly: "What do you need me to do..."

…

Everything in the tent appeared clearly to Li Xuan.

Putting down the thin bamboo brush, Li Xuan raised her head, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.

The Tianyin Sect arrived at Meiling Pass last night, but they had already sent people to build a camp in the rear a long time ago.

This time, they completely learned the lessons Luo Yongjie had learned before, and began to act steadily and fully prepared, and would never act rashly.

However, all this is just the surface.

Three days. The people of Tianyin Sect want to capture Meiling Pass in three days. How can they do it steadily?

"That means it will go on day and night." Li Xuan understood in her heart that the war has only now begun to become truly cruel.

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be a strategy of exhausting the troops?" Li Xuan instantly saw through some people's plans.

Zhang Wanyu did not send out all the troops at the beginning, but only sent a mere 500 people for testing purposes.

Then at night, let He Qing'er lead his troops to steal the city.

How could He Qing'er succeed in stealing the city? It was more likely that he would be successfully repulsed.

But after such repeated events, even if Li Xuan's soldiers in the city took turns taking turns, not many of them could rest peacefully.

Even if he has other back-ups, his advantage will be quickly compressed using this method.

But... this is actually good. In this way, many things can be avoided.

Li Xuan turned her head and looked to the northeast, where Luoyang, the capital of the gods, was located.

Reaching out to grab two paper paintings, Li Xuan flicked her wrist, and the two paper paintings flew into the small lake in front of her. They were quickly soaked by the lake water, but then quickly fell into the lake. There was an undercurrent at the bottom of the lake.

With a rush, in the blink of an eye, the two paper paintings were completely torn into pieces.

Li Xuan turned around, put her hands in her sleeves, and then walked toward the front yard with a cold expression.

…

Black leather boots, black fish scale armor, and black and gold helmet.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Xuan walked up to the top of Meiling Pass step by step, holding a long black spear in hand.

On the left and right sides of the city gate tower, there are two catapults that have been modified to adapt to the width of the city wall.

Feng Hua, Wang Qin, Yan Tao, Zhou Shen, Qiu Zhenmu, Qi Guang and others all stood on the city gate tower and raised their hands to Li Xuan: "Your Highness!"

Li Xuan nodded to everyone, then walked through the crowd and walked to the crenel with a solemn expression.

Yu Ze and Wang Boyi are not here, they are in Lanxi County at the moment.

Together with the county magistrate Xu Wen, he actively organized various supplies and quickly transported them to Meiling Pass.

These things are key issues related to how long they can persist at Meiling Pass, and are far more important than killing the enemy on the battlefield.

Under the city gate, a mile away, five hundred gray-clothed soldiers were forming a team with expressionless faces.
To be continued...