As the saying went, "Follow good people and learn to be good; follow a shamaness and dance fake spirits." The men under Ji Shan, that walking bundle of mischief, were no honest lads. Seeing Wang Yue tacitly approve of their commandant's actions, they all joined in the shouting.
And it had to be said, the trick worked remarkably well. Along the way, Wang Yue managed to gather over a thousand more troops, without meeting much resistance. The rebel army must have been furious. Prince Yong was already old, and his family was now in the hands of those troops. They were loyal to him, and naturally feared that his line would die out. So they cursed Wang Yue's forces loudly, but didn't dare shoot any more cold arrows.
With Ji Shan's shameless tactics, Wang Yue gathered his own men with unusual ease. He wasn't in a hurry, and even had time to arrange for the wounded to be collected. Even the Young Madam of the He Family, who had been prepared to die, unexpectedly survived.
Relying on Ji Shan's shameless tactics, Wang Yue had even managed to save General He when leaving Fengyu City. General He was covered in wounds now, and none of his five grown sons could be found. Judging by the old man's grief, it seemed unlikely that any of them had survived.
Because of the hostages behind him, Wang Yue had been able to rescue his troops with ease, but the experienced Prince Yong had used the opportunity to reorganize his forces. Soon, he was facing off against Wang Yue at the East City Gate.
Wang Yue glanced at General of Cavalry He Yong, who was already on the verge of collapsing. Knowing he would have to take the field himself, he told the He Family