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Chapter 285 What a brilliant scheme, with each step meticulously planned!

Gu Junze raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I would have come here unprepared if I dared to come alone?"

Duan Qingye's pupils suddenly contracted.

Looking into Gu Junze's eyes, which resembled his mother's but were sharper and deeper, he felt a strange unease rise in his heart.

This young man is too calm, unbelievably calm.

Does he really have some backup plan?

It's impossible for elite troops to be lying in ambush outside the camp.

The tent fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the occasional crackling of the candlelight.

The two faced each other silently, their gazes clashing in the air, as if invisible sparks were flying.

Duan Qingye suddenly laughed, "Then let me see what you're capable of."

In the stillness of the night, Gu Junze sat alone in his tent, staring blankly at the ceiling. His conversation with Duan Qingye earlier that day kept replaying in his mind.

Perhaps he is right...

A soft footstep interrupted his thoughts.

The tent flap was gently lifted, and Duan Qingye walked in alone, carrying a pot of wine in his hand.

"Can't sleep?" Duan Qingye put the wine pot on the table and found a place to sit down.

Gu Junze shook his head: "Perhaps it's because the environment is unfamiliar."

"Want some wine?" Duan Qingye had already poured two glasses and pushed one towards Gu Junze.

Gu Junze took the wine glass, gently swirled the liquid inside, and did not drink it immediately.

Duan Qingye tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp: "This is a snow brew, a specialty of the Northern Territory, and it's quite old."

He put down his glass, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes: "Your mother loved this wine back then, saying it was icy cold when it went down, but it warmed her heart."

Upon hearing this, Gu Junze was slightly taken aback, then took a small sip.

Just as Duan Qingye had said, the wine first brought a chill, followed by a warm current spreading from the throat.

"What else did she say?" Gu Junze couldn't help but ask.

Duan Qingye's gaze became distant: "She said that if there is an afterlife, she would like to be born in a peaceful and prosperous era, to be an ordinary woman, without having to worry about national affairs or shoulder heavy burdens."

He poured himself another glass of wine: "It's a pity she was born at the wrong time."

The two of them kept drinking one cup after another.

Gu Junze sipped his liquor in small sips, remaining clear-headed throughout.

Duan Qingye's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if trying to see through his heart: "You already have a plan."

This is not a question, but a statement.

Gu Junze did not answer directly, but said calmly, "It's getting late, General, you should rest."

A series of hurried footsteps broke the silence inside the tent, and the curtain was suddenly flung open.

Bai, the deputy general beside Duan Qingye, reported, "General, the grain supplies have been burned!"

Duan Qingye paused slightly in his hand holding the wine glass, and the clear liquid inside sloshed.

He slowly put down his wine glass, his gaze never leaving Gu Junze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You did it?"

The tone was questioning, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

Gu Junze did not deny it, but a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

"He's quite clever, but unfortunately..."

Duan Qingye changed the subject, "The grain and fodder in my camp are fake."

"The real provisions have already been moved. What's piled up in the camp are just some insignificant miscellaneous items covered with some straw."

With an indifferent air that seemed to know exactly what its prey was struggling.

Gu Junze's smile deepened slightly, tinged with amusement.

Just then, another messenger stumbled in, his voice trembling with tears.

"Report! General! Wuyang County... Wuyang County has fallen!"

Duan Qingye suddenly stood up, and his powerful aura instantly spread out.

The candlelight on the table flickered precariously in the strong wind.

He stared at the messenger with eyes as sharp as an eagle, then suddenly turned to look at Gu Junze.

"Burning the grain fodder is a pretense; it's a feint attack on the granary, a diversionary tactic."

"Your real purpose is Wuyang County."

"You want to make me unable to defend myself from both ends, and to be attacked from both sides?"

Duan Qingye took a step closer, exuding the oppressive aura of someone in a superior position.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll immediately turn my guns around and defend Wuyang, turning your surprise attack force into my meal?"

Gu Junze met his gaze, his expression calm and unwavering. "General seems to have forgotten that the Shadow Guards are known for their speed."

"By the time the general's army arrived in Wuyang, the city had already changed hands and was now impregnable."

"What's more..."

Gu Junze paused slightly, his tone carrying a hint of unfathomable mystery.

"Who told you that my only target is Wuyang County?"

Duan Qingye's pupils suddenly contracted as he looked at the calm yet confident face of the young man before him, a hint of admiration rising in his heart.

Gu Junze gently dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves.

"Looks like we won't have to wait until tomorrow morning."

"General Wang is busy, farewell."

He turned around, his steps calm and composed, without the slightest hesitation.

Just as he was about to step out of the tent, he paused slightly.

He didn't turn around, but his voice clearly reached Duan Qingye's ears.

How is Lin Jingchuan these days?

"I'm fine." Duan Qingye's tone was unfriendly. He had only encountered two nemesis in his life.

“Tell him I will bring him home soon.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtains fell, blocking the view between the inside and outside.

A cold wind swept in, carrying the unique chill of the border region, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere that lingered inside the tent.

Yingqing and the others immediately came forward, their faces filled with worry.

"Sir..."

Gu Junze didn't say much, nimbly mounted his horse, and coldly uttered only two words.

"Go back to camp."

As night deepened, the sound of horses' hooves broke the silence, kicking up dust as they galloped toward the Eastern Jin camp.

Duan Qingye stood at the entrance of the camp, the north wind blowing his dark cloak, making it flutter loudly.

He stared at the figure that quickly disappeared into the darkness, his expression shifting between light and shadow, his eyes filled with a complex and unfathomable light.

At this moment, a bodyguard next to him, probably wanting to take credit, stepped forward, lowered his voice, and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Great General, should I take some men..."

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Qingye suddenly turned his head, his eyes shooting towards the guard like icy blades.

The murderous intent in those eyes instantly plunged the guard into an ice cave, his body stiffening, and all the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.

He just wanted to curry favor with the Grand General, hoping that if he gained his favor, he could rise rapidly in the future. How could this be...?

The Great General's gaze seemed to want to devour him alive.

Before Duan Qingye could react, the deputy general beside him reacted quickly and kicked the ignorant guard to the ground.

"Get lost! You blind fool."

The guard was so frightened that he scrambled away and disappeared into the night.

The lieutenant then turned to Duan Qingye, bowed, and said, "General, the soldier who just reported the fall of Wuyang County is a stranger; he is not one of our soldiers."

Duan Qingye let out a soft, ambiguous snort, "All's fair in war, you've certainly mastered the art of deception."

"One link after another, I underestimated him."

He turned and went back into his tent.

The inkstone in the corner, gleaming warmly in the candlelight, seemed to be sighing silently.

Witnessing the silent battle and struggle between this father and son.