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Chapter 480 Turning the Tables? The Secret of the Bone Whistle!

Chu Ruohan knew that Duan Qingye's visit was genuinely to help, and that it was not advisable to cause any further conflict at this moment. She quickly stepped out of the city gate to greet him and bowed gracefully to Duan Qingye.

"The Great General has come from afar to offer timely assistance; the people of Ruohan Wengcheng are grateful."

Duan Qingye looked at Chu Ruohan, his anger subsided slightly, but he still showed some dissatisfaction, and snorted coldly.

"Next time, don't call me 'Great General King,' that's rude! You should call me..."

"I think you'd better not come in." Gu Junze's soft voice came from behind Chu Ruohan.

Duan Qingye ignored him, spurred his horse, brushed past Gu Junze, and went straight into the barbican.

Inside the council chamber, Duan Qingye unceremoniously plopped down in the commander's seat.

The surrounding Pingzhou generals, seeing this, were all angry but dared not speak out.

Gu Junze didn't say anything, but simply sat down in the seat next to him.

"Gentlemen," Gu Junze spoke, breaking the silence, "Although the Northern Yan has temporarily withdrawn its troops, their desire to destroy us remains undiminished, and they will surely return tomorrow. The barbican is now a place they are determined to take."

A general said worriedly, "General, our soldiers are exhausted from repeated battles, and many are wounded. If Northern Yan attacks the city again with those ghost soldiers tomorrow, I'm afraid..."

Duan Qingye suddenly interjected, his tone certain: "There's no need to wait until tomorrow; they will definitely attack the camp tonight!"

Deputy General Wang was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "General Wang, how can you be so sure?"

Duan Qingye glanced at Gu Junze with a hint of mockery: "These are the soldiers under your command? They have no brains at all. If you were in their shoes, wielding such a powerful weapon, would you give the enemy a chance to breathe?"

“You didn’t come here to point fingers,” Gu Junze retorted coldly, then added on Duan Qingye’s behalf, “The Great General is right.”

"Since the Northern Yan has such ghost soldiers, they will definitely pursue a quick victory and will not give us a chance to recuperate."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

“Those ghost soldiers are impervious to swords and spears, fearless of death, and practically without any weaknesses. What should we do?” Another general looked troubled.

"A bunch of useless trash!" Duan Qingye slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups jump. "They only boost the morale of others and diminish our own!"

"In my decades of fighting on the battlefield, I have never seen a truly unkillable enemy or an unwinnable battle!"

He paused, then continued, "The reason those ghost soldiers are so powerful is not because they are truly invulnerable to swords and spears; that's simply impossible!"

"In my opinion, they must have used some kind of special drug to stimulate their potential while numbing their sense of pain!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the curtain of the council chamber was lifted, and Chu Ruohan walked in carrying a tray of freshly brewed tea.

She and Duan Qingye were on the same page, and she served them tea one by one.

"I have already sent someone on horseback to Pingzhou to fetch Doctor Qian as quickly as possible."

Duan Qingye took the teacup, took a sip, and surprisingly did not find fault with it. Instead, he gave Chu Ruohan an approving look.

"At least there's someone with a sharp mind. A bunch of grown men can't even think as thoroughly as a woman."

Chu Ruohan smiled slightly and continued, "But the problem right now is that we need to capture a live ghost soldier so that Doctor Qian can prescribe the right medicine and develop a way to counteract it."

Upon hearing this, Gu Junze got up and walked to the hanging military map, scanning the terrain around the barbican.

“If the Northern Yan wants to launch a night attack, the best time is midnight, when our soldiers are most exhausted and least vigilant.” He pointed to a spot on the map. “They will definitely choose to launch a surprise attack from here or here.”

He pondered for a moment, then quickly devised a plan in his mind: "We must strike first before they can act!"

“Select an elite squad, not only to disrupt their plans, but also to capture a ghost soldier in the chaos, and to escape quickly.”

Upon hearing this, all the generals in the hall showed solemn expressions. Taking the initiative to attack and capture the ghost soldiers alive was obviously dangerous.

Duan Qingye had no objection, he just snorted, which was taken as an admission of Gu Junze's judgment.

In his view, it's better to strike first than to be passively beaten; at least this kid has some guts.

Deputy General Wang asked in a deep voice, "General, who should we choose to go? This matter is extremely dangerous. Not only must we have exceptional skills, but we also need to be quick-witted and adaptable."

Gu Junze's gaze swept over the several trusted generals present, finally settling on Ying Yi.

“I will take my shadow guards with me, and select twenty skilled soldiers to form a commando team.”

"Your subordinate obeys!" Ying Yi clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice steady.

Duan Qingye stood to the side, picked up his teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and did not offer any opinion on Gu Junze's plan.

Although he was sitting in the commander-in-chief's seat, he understood who the backbone of the Pingzhou Army was at this moment.

After explaining the specifics of the assault team, Gu Junze was about to say something more when his gaze inadvertently fell upon Chu Ruohan standing to the side.

She was toying with a black bone whistle in her hand, the very one she had seized from Wu Huanlie.

At this moment, she lowered her eyes, her slender fingers gently stroking the cool texture on the surface of the bone whistle, her expression very focused.

"Han'er, what are you thinking about?" Gu Junze's voice softened as he walked to her side.

Hearing this, Chu Ruohan looked up, handed the bone whistle to Gu Junze, and said softly, "Junze, I'm thinking, since this ghost soldier is controlled by the bone whistle, and Wuhuan Lie can use it, then the Northern Yan princess can use it too."

"Now that we've obtained this bone whistle, does it mean that we also have a chance...?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already very clear.

If we could control those ghost soldiers instead, wouldn't that be a brilliant move?

The Pingzhou generals looked at each other in bewilderment.

Controlling ghost soldiers? Is that even possible?

"That's utterly out of the ordinary!" a general muttered under his breath, though his voice was low and it was clearly just a subconscious reaction.

Duan Qingye put down his teacup. "This thing isn't something you can just blow on and make a sound. On the battlefield, military orders are transmitted in a specific and orderly manner, let alone controlling such an evil weapon."

"If you don't play it properly and just play it haphazardly, you might get yourself into trouble."

Although his words were blunt, he also pointed out the key issue.

Gu Junze took the bone whistle; it was cold and hard to the touch.

He had thought about this question before, but as Duan Qingye said, the key was not as simple as having a bone whistle.

"Your idea is bold, and not entirely impossible," Gu Junze said, looking at Chu Ruohan with approval.

"But the problem is that we don't know the rules for playing this bone whistle, let alone what commands the different tones represent. The Northern Yan army must have strict secrecy measures in place for this."

Chu Ruohan nodded, clearly understanding the difficulty involved.

She pursed her lips. "So we should try. Wengcheng is very close to Northern Yan. Could there be any Northern Yan musical scores or something in the transactions between the merchants of the two countries?"

Gu Cheng'an nodded slightly and turned to a deputy general: "Immediately issue an order to search the city carefully to see if any books or scores related to the music of Northern Yan can be found."

"Yes, General!" The lieutenant accepted the order and hurried off.

Gu Junze also had his own thoughts: if he could truly find a way to control the ghost soldiers...

Even just disrupting their actions will have an immeasurable impact on the subsequent battle.