Chapter 131 The God of War's Intuition

Chapter 131 The God of War's Intuition

Outside Yanmen Pass, the wind and snow had been blowing for three days straight.

But in these three days, the Northern Rong army, which had been launching a fierce offensive, seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

There were no challenges, no sneak attacks, and even the harassment from scouts decreased significantly.

Inside the central command tent, the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

"Hahaha! In my humble opinion, those Northern Rong barbarians are terrified of us!"

A lieutenant, holding a cup of hot wine, said with a flushed face:

"We not only cured their horses of poison, but we also broke through their minefield. They must be at their wits' end now, cowering in their tents! They're probably even discussing how to retreat and sue for peace!"

"Yes!" another chimed in. "Your Highness is mighty! Your Highness is a diviner! We are sure to win a great victory this time!"

The atmosphere inside the tent was unusually relaxed, even carrying a hint of restlessness about an imminent triumph.

"Afraid?"

A chillingly cold voice abruptly cut off the laughter of the crowd.

Pei Yunjing stood in front of the huge sand table, his back to the crowd.

He wasn't wearing that heavy fox fur coat, but rather a thin, dark-colored outfit that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He held a black command flag in his hand, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force he was applying.

"Do you really think that the Northern Rong Khan, who is as greedy as a wolf, would be afraid just because a few spies died or a few traps were destroyed?"

Pei Yunjing slowly turned around.

Those phoenix eyes, which were usually bloodshot from overloading their five senses, showed no mania at this moment, only an absolute calm that was chilling.

"Something unusual must be going on."

Pei Yunjing walked to the edge of the sand table and planted the command flag in his hand firmly on the side of Yanmen Pass—Huifeng Valley.

"Three days. They were quiet for three whole days."

His gaze swept over every general present like a blade, his voice low and resolute:

"They are not afraid, they are waiting."

"Wait for what?" Tie Kui paused for a moment, then asked instinctively.

"Waiting for the wind."

Pei Yunjing pointed to the howling wind outside the tent:

"The winds have been blowing from the northwest for the past three days, which is unfavorable for them. But according to the celestial phenomena, the wind will shift to the northeast at midnight tonight. That's a tailwind, the most suitable for them..."

A cold, bloodthirsty smirk curled at the corner of his lips:

"Set fire to the place and launch a surprise attack."

The generals' expressions changed drastically.

Northeast wind? If they set fire to the area using the wind, wouldn't the grain and supplies camp located on the flank of Returning Wind Valley instantly become a sea of ​​fire?

"Then...then we must strengthen the defenses immediately!" the lieutenant said urgently. "Send heavy troops to Returning Wind Valley! Reinforce the fences! Prepare the water cannons!"

"Defense?"

Pei Yunjing looked at him as if he were an idiot:

"That's something only mediocre people do."

He picked up several other red command flags and quickly and accurately placed them in several key positions on the sand table.

"Issue my military order."

Pei Yunjing's voice instantly turned cold and menacing, exuding an unquestionable aura of a king:

"Withdraw the five thousand infantrymen who were originally stationed at Wind Valley, leaving only five hundred old, weak and disabled soldiers to light lamps and move shadows in the tents to create the illusion of a lax defense."

"This..." Tie Kui exclaimed in shock, "Is that an empty city stratagem? What if we can't hold it..."

"Let me finish speaking."

Pei Yunjing interrupted him, his eyes filled with malice:

"Mobilize a thousand black-armored guards and set off immediately. Do not ride horses; all must walk, draped in white robes, blending into the snow."

His finger traced a circle on the high ground on either side of the Wind Valley on the sand table:

"Lie in ambush here, and here."

"When the enemy troops entered the valley and began to set it on fire..."

Pei Yunjing abruptly clenched his hands, making a net-closing motion, a flash of red light appearing in his eyes, as if a demon had descended upon the world:

"Flank from both flanks and cut off their retreat."

"Leave no one alive."

"I want them to know that this Wind Valley is not their blessed land, but the graveyard I have chosen for them."

hiss--

A collective gasp filled the tent.

Looking at the few lonely command flags on the sand table, Tie Kui felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat.

This is hardly defense.

This is clearly a trap!

Pei Yunjing not only accurately calculated the enemy's timing and route, but also took into account the enemy's mentality.

He deliberately created an opening to lure the enemy in, and then... closed the door and killed them all!

This is not a war. This is a meticulously planned massacre.

"Your Highness..."

Tie Kui swallowed hard, looking at the indifferent young man in front of him, a deep sense of awe welled up in his heart.

This is the true God of War of the Great Sheng Dynasty. He is cunning, ruthless, and... incredibly audacious.

He dared to use the grain supply camp as bait because he was absolutely confident that he could devour the entire enemy force!

"What? Is there a problem?"

Pei Yunjing raised his eyes and looked coldly at Tie Kui.

"N-no!"

Tie Kui shuddered, immediately stood at attention and saluted, his voice booming:

"This subordinate will make the arrangements immediately! I guarantee those barbarians won't return!"

"Go."

Pei Yunjing waved his hand, signaling everyone to step back.

When he was the only one left in the tent, his tall, straight figure swayed slightly.

He pressed his hand to his temple, his brow furrowing in pain.

The tinnitus caused by overload of the five senses intensified again; my previous composure was merely a facade.

Conducting meticulous deductions amidst extreme noise nearly exhausted all his mental energy.

But a maniacal smile still lingered on his lips.

"bring it on."

Pei Yunjing looked at the densely packed enemy markings on the sand table and murmured softly:

"The snow is very heavy tonight."

"Perfect... I'll borrow your blood to warm my blade."