Guo Siwei's leading general was indeed formidable, wielding a carved long axe and slaughtering the allied forces to the point where they could not advance a single inch. Seeing the offensive on the tenth day become even more disastrous, Guo Siwei, who was watching the battle from the city tower, smiled.
"Little playthings, you think you are worthy of fighting me!"
"Grand Tutor, how about... how about we withdraw our troops first... Too many people have died," Li Yunzhi said, his voice trembling slightly.
He was answered with a kick from Fang Zhiyi, landing squarely on his backside.
"You want to withdraw now, after fighting for this long? Let me see how much water has flooded your brain," Fang Zhiyi said, pointing at the personal guards protecting Li Yunzhi. "Do you believe that if you withdraw today, they will abandon you tomorrow?"
"But..."
Fang Zhiyi turned his head again to look in the direction of the battlefield, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. "The timing is just about right..."
"Grand Tutor, what timing?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "Your Majesty, how about I teach you the most supreme battle tactic in all of history?"
Li Yunzhi's eyes lit up; whatever the Grand Tutor said was absolutely right!
Zhao Wu stretched his neck to watch the engagement ahead, feeling somewhat restless. Although Grand Tutor Fang had instructed him that their own army should put on a show without exerting real effort, letting the noble families' men go up and drain themselves as much as possible, if they lost again today, those noble families would probably also lose their nerve for battle.
Just as he was about to seek out Grand Tutor Fang to discuss the matter, he suddenly heard a thunderous shout coming from the direction of the Emperor's carriage.
"The Emperor decrees! Advance the Dragon Banner! The Son of Heaven fights in person!"
These words struck Zhao Wu's heart like a heavy hammer.
Advance the Dragon Banner? The Son of Heaven fights in person??
It only took him a moment to realize—Fang Zhiyi! That madman!
Never mind the Emperor's noble status, he was merely a young boy!
But Zhao Wu had no time to think of a countermeasure before he heard the soldiers around him roaring like a tsunami.
"The Emperor decrees! Advance the Dragon Banner!"
Zhao Wu watched the inexplicably soaring morale around him, his hands trembling slightly. Finally, he closed his eyes. He would gamble on it! Fang Zhiyi, you madman!
Li Yunzhi also had his own banner, a conspicuous yellow flag that Fang Zhiyi had specially commissioned for him, saying it had to be as large as possible to ensure the Emperor's grandeur was adequate.
It was not until today that Li Yunzhi understood why Fang Zhiyi had made this flag.
The frontier army and the noble families' troops, which had been nearing collapse, were already beginning to retreat. Due to chaotic command, many had even been cut off and surrounded. But right at this moment, that heaven-shaking shout echoed from the distance.
The defending army was stunned, and the besieging allied forces were stunned as well.
"Corporal, is... is that the Emperor's flag?"
"Yes." The corporal who was asked took a look and nodded with certainty.
"The Emperor, the Emperor has personally entered the battlefield?"
"It seems so..."
"Save our comrades! Execute the traitors!" The slogan of the Emperor's personal guards changed again. The loose allied forces watched them sweep across the battlefield like a flood, and the originally surrounded troops were dumbfounded seeing the Emperor's carriage charge right up to them.
"What are you staring at! The Emperor said he will share life and death with you!" Fang Zhiyi's loud shout made the minds of these remnant soldiers buzz.
The Emperor? Sharing life and death with lowly soldiers like them?
This phrase spread through the battlefield like a virus, turning from low murmurs into unified roars.
The originally scattered frontier army reformed at some unknown point.
"Damn it! How humiliating! To actually have the Emperor come save us!"
"To hell with it, let's fight them to the death!"
"Old Zhao, step aside! Today, just for the Emperor's words, I gladly throw my life away!"
"If you're still a man, charge with me! If we don't take the East Gate today, we won't have the face to go back!"
"Kill!"
Standing on the city wall, Guo Siwei watched that conspicuous imperial flag charging through the chaotic army. Wherever it went, his own troops collapsed at first contact, while those half-dead ragtag forces fought their opponents desperately, as if injected with chicken blood.
In just a few short minutes, the situation on the battlefield completely reversed.
By the time Guo Siwei recovered from his shock, the news that two successive gates had been forcefully breached also reached his ears.
"It's over." Guo Siwei slumped down, looking up at the sky with lifeless eyes. "Father, you underestimated this boy... How, how did he dare to charge the enemy lines in person!"
Only Li Yunzhi knew how perilous this process had been, and he also discovered that his Grand Tutor seemed to possess not only a sharp mind but also formidable martial skills. If not for him, Li Yunzhi would have nearly become someone else's military merit several times just now.
At the moment the defending army opened the city gates to surrender, Guo Siwei had already set the imperial palace on fire, burning himself to death on the throne he had plotted for so long.
Li Yunzhi only then understood the Grand Tutor's clever scheme. Having him act out this personal imperial expedition successfully won over the hearts of the generals, big and small. The timing could not have been any earlier or any later. Now, his reputation had reached an unprecedented height.
And only he himself knew that this height originally did not belong to him.
Li Yunzhi ascended the throne once again.
He still maintained his original intentions, being diligent in administration and loving the people, reducing taxes, while also giving some sweet rewards to those generals and noble families who had surrendered on the spot, allowing their sons and nephews to enter the court as officials. He also gave out many titles and rewards, basically making everyone happy. Zhao Wu and the others also received their due treatment, except for... Fang Zhiyi.
Although Fang Zhiyi held the title of Grand Tutor, he had no real power. He himself said he was just playing the part to the end, and Li Yunzhi let him be.
Now that a hundred ruined things were waiting to be rebuilt, Li Yunzhi gradually became busy. He became more like an emperor, sitting on that high dragon throne every day listening to the ministers below argue, inexplicably making him somewhat nostalgic for the past. Only now it was different; he was the one controlling the court.
"Grand Tutor, am I... considered a good emperor?" The now-adult Li Yunzhi still came to Fang Zhiyi's small courtyard after court sessions. He would occasionally chat with the Grand Tutor, even if the Grand Tutor found him somewhat annoying.
"No."
"Huh?" Li Yunzhi felt a bit of a headache, as if he could never meet the Grand Tutor's requirements. "Since I reclaimed the throne, I haven't slaughtered the innocent, I haven't settled old scores, and I haven't wronged any meritorious officials..."
"Being able to ask this question means you have grown up a bit," Fang Zhiyi sneered. "It's just that Your Majesty seems to be very busy, right?" With that, he turned and walked away.
Li Yunzhi seemed to see himself from many years ago following behind Fang Zhiyi. After a brief pause, he hurriedly followed.
"Old man! This piece of land of yours is mine!"
"This is the land the Emperor allotted to me!"
"Men, beat him!" The rich young master speaking had a face full of arrogance. "Who doesn't know that my family achieved great merit following the Emperor in his campaign against the rebels? You peasant dare to yell at me? Beat him to death!"
"The Emperor said, the world belongs to the common people!"
"Bah! The world belongs to a peasant like you? Have you no shame! Beat him! If he dies, it's on me!" The rich young master was extremely arrogant.
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