The vanguard has camped fifteen li away from the Great Zhou army, while the Great Zhou army is stationed twenty li outside Mo City.
Not long after leaving Great Zhou, the group appeared within the detection range of the Great Qi army.
Immediately, the Great Qi army sounded the drums and prepared for battle.
"Report, the enemy army is on the move!"
"Report, the enemy army appeared ten li ahead of our forces!"
"Report, the enemy is attacking!!"
"..."
In less than a quarter of an hour, the Great Qi soldiers were in orderly formation.
"Whatâs going on? Why is there the sound of gongs outside?" Prince Le Baili Han reclined against the back of a chair in the tent, one foot propped on the table, completely unrefined.
"The Great Zhou army is attacking!" said the guard next to him.
"Oh?" Baili Han tossed aside a piece of fruit in his hand and sat up straight, "How many of them?"
"Three thousand!"
"Just that many coming to attack our army?" Baili Han found it a bit incredible, "Did you miscount? Are you sure theyâre not just deserters?"
The guardâs mouth twitched. People donât desert eastward toward Mo City, coming your way is basically walking into a trap, right?
"Master, they really are here to attack Great Qi."
Baili Han disdainfully leaned back against his chair again, "That few people arenât enough for even one squad of my corpse army, just go deal with them casually."
Clearly, he wasnât planning to make a move, thinking it was too boring with so few people.
"Yes!"
The guard was about to leave when he was called back.
"Wait, whoâs leading them?" He had already studied the tactics of that General Luo thoroughly; thereâs never been a battle with just three thousand troops.
"I heard itâs a child." The guard thought this was the key point he wanted to convey, but it was almost forgotten thanks to his master interrupting.
"A child?" Baili Han mused, then suddenly laughed, "Interesting, interesting!"
Outside, Yangyang had already reached the front of the Great Qi army, ignoring a group of people pulling back their bows, solemnly advancing with hands behind his back.
"Who goes there?"
"Stand still!"
"Donât come any closer, or weâll shoot."
"..."
The Great Qi soldiers were puzzled, thinking this Great Zhou army must be crazy. Not only did they retreat a hundred meters, but they only sent a child ahead.
And whatâs with this child, still moving forward? Has he got a death wish?
"Are you blind?" When a row of arrows shot down in front of Yangyang, he got angry, "Go tell your Grand Emperor that his youngest son has returned."
This self-introduction! In the distance, Mu Shaoling silently mourned for Ye Ziâan.
And the Great Qi soldiers were collectively dumbfounded!
The youngest son of the Grand Emperor, who is he to them?
Suddenly, one soldier shouted, "Ah, itâs the lost young prince returning!"
"Are you sure? How could our Great Qiâs young prince be sent back by the Great Zhou people?" someone among the soldiers questioned.
"Yeah, if itâs true, how could Great Zhou possibly let him return?"
"Thatâs right, the Great Zhou arenât that kind-hearted."
"..."
"Finished debating? If youâre done, could someone go report this?" Yangyang looked at everyone again, "None of you can make a decision, so why waste time here? Do you people not know how to distinguish if Iâm real or fake?"
"Whatâs going on? Are we fighting or not? If not, clear the way for me." Hearing this, soldiers blocking Yangyang automatically parted to create two paths.
The Great Qi leader came to the front, glaring at Yangyang with tigerlike eyes, "Where did this kid come from, wandered into the wrong place, did you? Scram, scram, this is no place for you to play with tops."