I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 545 The Taoist's Secret Plan

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He suddenly remembered that not long ago, an uninvited guest had suddenly visited, claiming to be his great-uncle, named Zhang Bairen.

This person claimed to be the younger brother of his deceased grandfather. He had been cultivating in the mountains for many years and had now come down to search for the dragon. He unexpectedly discovered that he possessed the destiny of an emperor and intended to support the dragon court and do his best to help him conquer the world.

Zhang Tianxuan recalled the scene when she first met Zhang Bairen. The old Taoist was thin, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he exuded an extraordinary aura.

The war gods in his Green Robe Army had different estimates of Zhang Bairen's strength, but the most conservative estimate was that he had at least reached the peak of the Celestial Realm.

In addition, given his Taoist identity and seemingly unfathomable background, he might actually be able to bring a glimmer of hope to this crisis.

"Master, have you ever heard of Zhang Bairen?"

"He claimed to be my great-uncle and said he could help me."

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianxuan's eyes gradually became firm. He turned to look at Xuandao Daoist, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

"I have indeed heard of Senior Zhang Bairen, whom the general mentioned. Not only me, but also Fellow Daoist Chong Heqing, the reason we two came south here was because of Senior Zhang Bairen's guidance."

Upon hearing this, Master Xuantong's face remained calm and serene, as if nothing in the world could disturb his mind. He nodded gently and spoke slowly.

"I see. Could you elaborate, Taoist priest?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianxuan's heart stirred, and she quickly pressed for more information.

"Senior Zhang Bairen is a reclusive master in Taoism. His cultivation is unfathomable, and it is said that he has already glimpsed a trace of the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao."

"Although he did not often travel in the world, he enjoyed a very high reputation within Taoism and had unique insights into the general situation of the world."

"His choice to support the general demonstrates that the general has extraordinary potential and luck."

Master Xuantong smiled slightly, as if reminiscing about the past.

"When our seniors went down the mountain to search for the dragon, they discovered that the general possessed the destiny of an emperor, which was truly ordained by fate."

"The fact that the senior is willing to lend a helping hand is undoubtedly a great blessing for the general."

As Master Xuantong spoke, a deeper meaning was revealed in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianxuan felt a surge of excitement.

It turns out that this suddenly appearing great-uncle was not a coincidence, but rather a lifeline for their current predicament.

"Master, since you and Master Chong Heqing both came here under the guidance of Senior Zhang Bairen, does he have any specific strategies or suggestions that can help us overcome our current difficulties?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianxuan quickly pressed for an answer.

"Senior Zhang Bairen did indeed leave behind a brocade pouch containing some instructions."

"He once mentioned that the key to breaking the current predicament lies in 'forming alliances and counter-alliances,' which means uniting all forces that can be united and cleverly utilizing the contradictions between enemies to create opportunities."

He also specifically mentioned one person, saying that this person might be the key to breaking the deadlock for us.

Master Xuantong nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming.

"Who?"

Zhang Tianxuan asked impatiently, already sensing that the answer might be extraordinary.

"Yang Su!"

The Taoist master slowly uttered these two words, his tone carrying a profound meaning.

"Senior Zhang Bairen believes that although the three routes in the north of the former Great Xuan are strong, they are not a monolithic entity, especially between Yang Su and Peng Fengjun."

"Yang Su is a direct descendant of Yang Jian, the Duke of Sui. Currently, Yang Jian holds sole power over the southern war of Da Xuan, while Yang Su, who also comes from the Yang clan, leads a large army in the north."

"This means that the Yang family has control over the war situation in both the north and south of the Great Xuan Dynasty. If the Yang family has any disloyalty, it will be a disaster for the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"Therefore, Peng Fengjun's inaction behind Yang Su's side may be a sign of his wariness or even targeting of Yang Su, and the two are bound to be at odds."

"If we can find the right opportunity, we might be able to bring about internal changes within the company, thereby relieving our pressure."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianxuan felt a sudden sense of relief.

It seems that Zhang Bairen's appearance was not accidental, but rather preordained, and he had already made preparations for Zhang Tianxuan's current situation.

It seems that Zhang Bairen persuaded Xuantong Daoist and Chong Heqing to lead the Xuantian Guards south, just to provide Zhang Tianxuan with an extra layer of protection.

...

Just as the situation in the north of Da Xuan was about to erupt, Su Ye, who had been stationed in Hengzhou, began the final battle in Hengzhou.

Hengzhou, with its unique geographical location, has forged a formidable barrier that has deterred countless heroes and warriors—the Tianqian Pass.

This pass, like a dragon lying across the mountain peaks, has sheer cliffs on both sides and only a narrow path in the middle, truly a place where "one man can hold the pass against ten thousand."

For thousands of years, it has witnessed countless battles, yet it has always stood firm, becoming Hengzhou's proudest defensive line and a natural barrier against foreign enemies.

At this moment, Tie Shiwen, dressed in an animal skin coat, was leading tens of thousands of Yellow Turban defeated soldiers, whom the Cangzhou army had secretly gathered along the way, as well as hundreds of thousands of ragged, elderly and weak Yellow Turbans with their families, slowly approaching Hengzhou's most proud defensive line—Tianqian Pass.

This was a seemingly large and imposing group, but in reality, they were in a state of utter misery. They stretched for miles, and every step they took was filled with endless bitterness and despair.

Tie Shiwen rode his tall horse expressionlessly at the head of the procession, looking straight ahead at the majestic Tianqian Pass through layers of dust and weary crowds.

He knew that this battle might mean the end of their lives for the Yellow Turban defeated soldiers and the elderly and weak behind him.

The towering city walls, like a giant dragon stretching between heaven and earth, coldly watched over all living beings that dared to challenge their majesty.

On the city wall, the many garrison soldiers of Hengzhou stood ready, their eyes filled with contempt for the group of old, weak, sick and disabled below.

A group of defeated soldiers who couldn't even afford clothes or complete sets of weapons—the garrison didn't believe these ants could pose any threat to the formidable pass.

"Brothers, sisters, and our fellow countrymen!"

"Look at this formidable pass. It's tall, sturdy, and seems insurmountable."

"But I tell you, this is not our end, but our beginning!"

Tie Shiwen suddenly shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the valley.

His words caused a stir in the crowd. The exhausted, weathered Yellow Turban soldiers and the elderly and weak looked up at him with doubt and expectation.

"Do you know? Once we break through this formidable pass, Hengzhou's grain, supplies, land, houses, and everything else will belong to us!"

"We will no longer be fleeing soldiers being chased, no longer displaced refugees; we will become the masters of this land, and we will have everything we desire!"

Tie Shiwen waved his arms and spoke with great enthusiasm.