In the study of the Regional Commander's Mansion, Ji Feiyu and Prince Qing were discussing their next move.
"Your Highness, Yang Zhengshan is preparing to take Songzhou Guard first!"
Ji Feiyu pointed at Songzhou Guard's position on the map and said, "Right now, Liu Zeqing has six thousand men of the Reinforcement Battalion and eight thousand garrison troops under him. But whether it is the Reinforcement Battalion or the garrison troops, he cannot control them absolutely. If Yang Zhengshan leads a great army down on them, Liu Zeqing will probably be—"
He did not say the rest, but Prince Qing already understood.
What would happen?
He would be bound by his own officers and men and handed over to Yang Zhengshan to atone for their crimes.
This was not hard to guess. Songzhou Guard was different from other places; many of its officers and men had fought shoulder to shoulder with Yang Zhengshan.
And Yang Zhengshan's prestige in Songzhou Guard was also the highest, higher even than Wang Bin's had been back then.
Faced with the domineering Liu Zeqing, these soldiers might have had no choice but to compromise, but once Yang Zhengshan showed himself, they would likely switch sides very quickly.
"Then what should we do?" Prince Qing asked humbly.
"We can only abandon Songzhou Guard!"
"But Zeqing..." Prince Qing could not bear it.
Ji Feiyu shook his head slightly. "The lives of us three brothers were saved by Your Highness. The positions we three brothers hold today were also given by Your Highness. Now is exactly the time for us three brothers to repay Your Highness's grace!"
"We prepared ourselves for this long ago! Your Highness need not be troubled over it!"
His voice was very deep, but his tone carried an attitude that brooked no doubt.
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