Urgent Report

Chong Yingbiao nodded again and again, feeling it made sense.

But he was still somewhat hesitant.

"Still, the city is surrounded outside like an iron barrel. How can the message be sent out?"

Yu De smiled faintly, a hard, vicious glint flashing through his eyes, so subtle it was almost impossible to catch.

"No matter. I will write a blood letter pleading for aid. Tonight at midnight, I will personally lead death warriors in a feigned attack at the north of the city to draw the Xi Qi army's attention. You send a few absolutely reliable confidants to break out from the south of the city on fast horses and ride straight for Chaoge!"

Chong Yingbiao trusted this "second uncle" completely, never realizing that this was a deathtrap designed with meticulous care.

He immediately cupped his fists in an excited salute.

"Then I will have to trouble Second Uncle! As long as Father returns, my Chong City will be as secure as Mount Tai!"

Watching Chong Yingbiao's utterly unsuspecting back as he went to arrange the messengers, Yu De turned away, ground the ink, and lifted the brush.

On that so-called "urgent blood letter," he wrote in Chong Hei Hu's tone, every word and line steeped in tears, begging Chong Houhu to travel light with only a small retinue and hurry back to Chong City to preside over the overall situation.

In the main camp of the Yin Shang army on its western campaign, banners blotted out the sun, and two hundred thousand elite troops were slowly advancing west.

Inside the central army's command tent, Grand Tutor Wen was examining the maps sent from the front. Chong Houhu, the Marquis of the North, was currently serving as guide and accompanying general, attending at his side.

Suddenly, a burst of urgent