I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Reporting to the general, in this battle, our army lost 63 comrades and was wounded 130. We killed more than 200 enemy soldiers and captured more than 100 enemy weapons, armor and other complete items."

"in this way……"

Ye Wenshun slammed his fist on the table and spat angrily.

"How many brothers have died in our unit since the start of the war?"

"..."

The adjutant sighed softly, then reported truthfully:

"Reporting to the general, in the past eight days, a total of 632 brothers have been killed in action, according to accurate statistics."

"Six hundred and thirty-two!"

Ye Wenshun cleaved the solid wood table in front of him with a single sword stroke, and swore an oath through gritted teeth:

"I, Ye Wenshun, swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"

"Report—!"

A sentry rushed into the house, panting heavily, and shouted the message to him before he could even catch his breath.

"General! Li Guiwen's troops have arrived!"

"Li Guiwen! Good! They've finally arrived! Let's go greet them!"

Ye Wenshun ran out without even grabbing his sword. His adjutant shook his head, grabbed his sword, and quickly followed him out.

"General Ye! I'm late!"

Despite the long and arduous journey, Li Guiwen led his troops from 300 miles away to this place in just two days, but he still felt it was too slow.

If I had arrived half a day earlier, I could have fought alongside him.

"Li Sanlang, your troops coming is already a great blessing for us. Sanlang, there's no need to blame yourself. Quickly let the brothers rest. Tonight, those bear-like bandits will certainly not give us peace. We need Sanlang and the brothers to display their might and teach them a lesson!"

Ye Wenshun patted his shoulder and let out a long sigh of relief.

Li Guiwen brought not only soldiers, but also supplies and provisions, which were enough to revive the morale of the Yumen troops, which had been quite low.

"That is so! We have come here today, and if those treacherous bandits dare to attack, we will make sure they never return, to avenge the blood feud of our fallen soldiers!"

Li Guiwen is a native of the Fengti tribe in northern Xinjiang, and he is known for his fierce and courageous nature.

"Good! With Sanlang's help, even if another hundred thousand bandits come, our Jade Gate will be as safe as Mount Tai!"

The two generals joined forces and recounted their recent situations. Upon learning that Ye Wenshun's troops had suffered more than half casualties, Li Guiwen was also filled with remorse and anger.

"General Ye, do not worry. I heard that Yumen is in dire straits, and all the generals of Anxi have gathered their troops to come and help. Cheng Huang and Chen Qixian, who are closer to here, will arrive tomorrow. They each have a thousand men under their command. When we join forces, we will have five thousand soldiers, which can withstand the enemy's thirty thousand."

"Sanlang is right. If Cheng and Chen can come, we can make Yumen indestructible. The day the imperial army arrives will be the day the bear bandits are defeated."

With the help of the 1,200 men brought by Li Guiwen, Ye Wenshun had the confidence to defend Yumen.

After discussing the strategy for the upcoming battle, Ye Wenshun arranged for the soldiers to prepare food, and also dispatched four more patrol soldiers and other minor tasks. Afterwards, he stayed in the government office and waited for the night battle to begin.

The sun slowly descends, while the two moons rise together.

Tonight, the bright moon is dim, the red moon is hidden, and the ground appears dark.

In the vast Yumen Pass, only a few torches glowed orange in the camp inside the pass.

"..."

Several dark figures, concealed by the shadows, climbed the steep wall beside the Jade Gate, passed the patrolling soldiers on the city wall, and headed straight into the pass.

They lingered in the shadows of the military camp for a long time before finally reuniting.

"The defenses are so lax..."

"With crisis looming, they slumber like pigs. Is this what the Yanren are like now?"

"Ye Wenshun's troops, numbering only three thousand, have put so much pressure on us. We thought he would be even more difficult to deal with once he received reinforcements, but we did not expect these soldiers to be so demoralized."

"Such a large army is not a cause for concern."

The low, guttural Ursusese rang out as the wind blew. They stopped talking and prepared to leave as they had come.

Suddenly, a whistle blew.

The next moment, countless torches lit up, the sudden light catching them off guard. Then came a whistling sound like wind and rain as a dense barrage of arrows pierced their armor.

With a muffled cry of pain, two of them collapsed.

But it wasn't over yet. There were three rounds of arrow rain. After the three rounds of volleys, countless soldiers wielding spears and halberds surged out like ants from the mounds on the ground and from the darkness behind the tents, surrounding them completely.

"This...is a trap!"

They realized what was happening.

"You've been convinced by just a few straw men? Has the Ursus Imperial Guard become this weak?!"

Ye Wenshun's voice rang out, and then a beam of light rose from his sword, illuminating the entire camp.

The enemy in the shadows became visible in the light.

"Only five of you came... Ha! Since you look down on us so much, then you may leave your lives here!"

Ye Wenshun raised his sword again.

"Gentlemen, form ranks!"

"Here!"

The next moment, spears stood tall, and shields formed a circle.

Pale golden runes rose from the shields, instantly transforming them into towering walls.

A stream of light also emerged from the spears, which pierced through the wall formed by golden light. As the soldiers slowly gathered, these spears would tear apart the three invading enemies.

"The harsh winter of Ursus will destroy you!"

The enemy leader abandoned the dead men riddled with bullets, shouting in Ursus, and his body suddenly began to swell violently.

With a deafening roar and a landslide-like impact, only bits of flesh and debris remained inside the golden walls.

"Hmph. Da Yan will crush Ursus's claws, break its spine, and make it never get up again."

Although the situation here has been resolved, the sound of the enemy's suicide serves as the clarion call for renewed battle, and the soldiers on the city walls face even greater pressure than those here.

Ye Wenshun raised his sword again.

"Gentlemen! Follow me to the city walls! Let us fight the bear-like thieves together!"

Returning to the Seven Rains to Decide the Strategy

In the capital city, in August, heavy rains fell continuously.

Consulting the almanac, it says: Today is inauspicious for weddings, but auspicious for breaking ground.

"Your subject pays respects to the Dragon King."

Holding an umbrella, he arrived alone at a small house on a mountain near the capital, where he met the person who had invited him.

"Please excuse the formalities, sir, and take a seat."

Sitting at his seat, he accepted the tea offered by the other party, took a small sip, and savored it for a few moments before slowly exhaling, feeling the chill clinging to his body dissipate somewhat.

"Although it is drizzling, it is still a wonderful thing to brew a cup of hot tea and pick a few plums to enjoy the rain."

But then the elder brother sighed.

"It is a pity that the battle at Yumen is urgent. At such a leisurely time, I am enjoying the rain here, but I do not know how many soldiers have shed their blood in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

"Xi invited you here today to discuss how to quell this unrest."

By waving his hand during the day, he could summon the rainwater dripping from the eaves into the house, where it would solidify on the table and transform into a majestic city gate.

Then the rainwater flowed and changed from stillness to movement, and soldiers formed from the rainwater appeared above and below the city gate.

"Xi has taken in all the events that have taken place at Yumen these past few days."

"Your heroic deeds deserve to be recorded in history, your achievements celebrated, and your deeds passed down through the ages, so that all people may remember them. Your families and relatives should also benefit from your legacy."

“Your Highness is absolutely right. Our soldiers risk their lives on the frontier to defend against foreign enemies, while we, who hold high positions, enjoy the fruits of their labor. If we do not set an example with these great achievements, wouldn’t we be discouraging them?”

The elder brother nodded slightly in agreement.

"Beiming has already headed towards Yumen. Once he arrives, the invading army of Ursus will be nothing to worry about."

In broad daylight, with a flick of the wrist, Rain City transformed into an ice cave. Beneath the clear ice, a cloud of ominous black mist gathered.

"However, Xi still does not know why Ursus dared to start a war when the evil forces were about to move."

It has been almost a hundred years since the last demonic upheaval. Judging by the time, those guys should be showing their faces soon.

At this time, Ursus's main focus was not on how to resist the invasion of evil spirits, but on harassing the Great Yan.

"The current emperor of Wu, though not as wise as his father, is not a fool either."

Not everyone has the qualifications and ability to be a dog of Gaul.

This generation of Ursus emperor, Ivan Dalovic, was able to preserve national sovereignty during the height of Gaul's power and even leverage Gaul's influence to establish his own mobile cities. Bai Zhou truly couldn't understand why such a person dared to wage war and even confront the Great Yan.

"In my opinion, this was not Dalovic's original intention."

My elder brother has long served in the imperial court. Although he has withdrawn from the court in recent years for certain reasons, he still has some knowledge of the affairs of the world.

“Please explain in detail, sir.”

During the day, noticing that his tea was low in the cup, he got up to refill it for him.

"Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness. However, these are just my humble opinions on matters of the world. Please forgive me if there is anything inappropriate."

"Please speak freely, sir. I am all ears."

Taking a sip of tea, the elder brother slowly spoke:

"Does Your Highness still remember Julius?"

"Of course I remember."

I remember that arrogant man during the day.

Furthermore, the technology of some of the mobile cities in the Great Yan Dynasty was also obtained from Gaul, so he had no reason to forget it.