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Chapter 382 - 179: The Furious Feng Wumian, Plans Become _1
Chapter 382 - 179: The Furious Feng Wumian, Plans Become _1
Whether it’s the New Emperor Feng Wumian or that Feng Wuhen.
The direction things were taking largely matched what the Luo Family had envisioned.
Feng Wuhen was greedily occupying the territories and resources that should have belonged to his elder brother.
Meanwhile, Feng Wumian was under the watchful eye of the Luo Family.
Within Qingcheng Prefecture, it seemed he was having some difficulty moving around.
"Should be about time, right?"
At Qingcheng Prefecture, not far from the army under the New Emperor Feng Wumian,
there was another encampment of elite troops clad in armor.
A man wearing spiritual armor and a spirit sword at his waist,
tall and strong in stature,
appeared somewhat resolute—it was Luo Yong.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silent.
Just yesterday, news had come that Feng Wuhen had already occupied most of the territories within Qingcheng Prefecture.
Therefore, after learning this news,
Luo Yong, the leader of this army, already had the intention to depart.
"Judging by the time, it should indeed be almost..."
Next to Luo Yong was the great bluffer Tang Jian, dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a White Feather Fan in his hand.
As he spoke, he waved the White Feather Fan in his hand.
"However..."
"If we could engage the army on the other side before leaving..."
"I think that would be an even better choice," Tang Jian said softly, a slight smile on his face.
Luo Yong slightly furrowed his brow and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
He seemed to have not quite understood Tang Jian’s point.
Tang Jian chuckled and pointed with his White Feather Fan towards the area occupied by Feng Wuhen’s forces.
Then, he pointed to the ranks of the elite army that seemed to be increasing by the day under the New Emperor Feng Wumian.
"Your meaning is..."
"Feng Wuhen is on shaky ground?" Luo Yong asked tentatively in a low voice.
Tang Jian merely smiled and nodded silently.
Having received Tang Jian’s response, Luo Yong fell somewhat silent for a moment.
Although this plan was overt,
in the long run, the Luo Family would certainly be the ones to benefit.
But now, to enhance Feng Wuhen’s influence,
they kept helping him, time and again.
Thinking about it actually felt rather frustrating.
"Sigh, ok."
"Since things have come to this, we might as well see it through this one last time..."
After murmuring to himself,
Luo Yong made his decision. Discover more content at empire
He summoned an armor-clad lieutenant and whispered some instructions into his ear.
Then, Luo Yong swiftly headed towards the army not far ahead that was under the New Emperor Feng Wumian.
At this moment, in terms of numbers,
the army of the New Emperor Feng Wumian held the absolute advantage, of course.
After all, in this period,
the armored elites mobilized by Feng Wumian were far from few.
A frontal assault was naturally impossible.
But if they were to first bombard them with Talismans made by Patriarch Changfeng,
and then order an army charge,
the Luo Family would have a firm grip on victory.
...
The scene that unfolded next did not differ much from what Luo Yong had envisioned.
Under the relentless bombardment of Talismans that turned into a disaster,
the army of the New Emperor Feng Wumian immediately fell into disarray.
Following that, with the assault from their own army,
although they did not inflict heavy casualties on Feng Wumian’s forces,
the number of the army they forcefully killed would still amount to two or three hundred thousand at least.
...
In the blink of an eye, another day had passed.
Within the Da Feng Dynasty, inside the Zijin Prefecture,
stood an extensive and incredibly majestic and solemn Imperial Palace.
In a slightly dimly-lit great hall,
the New Emperor Feng Wumian of the Da Feng Dynasty, clad in an Emperor’s Robe, was sitting in the seat of honor.
His expression seemed somewhat unpleasant.
One could keenly feel that the atmosphere in this great hall was somewhat oppressive.
The news of what the Luo Family had done in Qingcheng Prefecture,
had been known to him soon after the events took place.
When he heard the news, Feng Wumian’s initial reaction was astonishment.
He had not expected the Luo Family to do such a thing.
After the astonishment, endless anger and a touch of helplessness rose in his heart.
The anger was because,
how dare the Luo Family act like this?
And the helplessness was because,
the event had already taken place, and the Luo Family had long since returned toward Luo Mountain Prefecture.
Even now,
if Feng Wumian wanted to do something about it, it seemed he was already somewhat powerless.
"The Luo Family, the Luo Family, always this Luo Family..."
Feng Wumian murmured to himself from his seat of honor.
He couldn’t help but slightly furrow his brow.
It took him a long time before he finally exhaled slowly.
The look of fury on his face gradually dissipated.
Yes, the Luo Family, which controlled three prefectures, had foiled his plans once again.
They had hampered his progress, preventing him from quickly seizing the territory of Qingcheng Prefecture—this was the first time.
His troops had been ambushed, resulting in the loss of at least two to three hundred thousand armored elites.
Unable to organize an offensive in the short term,
to attack Feng Wuhen, who was still not securely established—this was the second time the Luo Family had disrupted his plans.
Though there hadn’t been a third time yet,
he had already sentenced the Luo Family to death in his heart.
The other family powers, they could live.