Chapter 143: Yanbei Army, does the Son of Heaven have a seed?

The land of Daqing.

Early morning!

In the military camp of the Qian-Yuan and Hexi armies outside Jingyang City.

Zhou Xuan stares at the person sitting in the seat of honor, whose face is hidden behind a ghost mask.

Somewhat annoyed, he says:

"Superior, today is already the seventh day, why haven't you issued the order to attack the city?"

His words reveal anxiety and dissatisfaction.

"If we wait for Daqing's reinforcements to arrive, we will be passive!"

"Does the Superior still remember that there is a covenant between you and me?"

However!

The person wearing the ghost mask in the seat of honor turns a deaf ear, without the slightest response.

At this time, Lady Gongsun Pingxi laughs and says:

"Heavenly King, don't be anxious; the art of war says, strengthen the walls and clear the fields, wait at ease for the fatigued, with our army's majesty, even if Daqing uses the strength of the whole country, what can they do!"

"And at this time, there are three large armies on the side, Daqing has no one to use!"

Lady Gongsun Pingxi shakes his head and says:

"Ancient methods say, attacking the city is the lowest, attacking the heart is the highest; our army occupies the first opportunity, why be impatient?"

His words reveal his "confidence" in the situation.

Zhou Xuan hears this, and the anger in his chest becomes even more intense; the resentment is almost about to break through the shackles of his chest, and he cannot hold it back.

For the past two days, Lady Gongsun Pingxi's various excuses have been the same set of rhetoric back and forth.

If it weren't for Lady Gongsun Pingxi's noble status and heavy power, he would have been unable to hold back and would have drawn the precious sword from his waist to cut off this person's old face!

The reason he is so anxious is also because the four countries had a covenant early on, "Whoever enters the imperial mausoleum first shall be King."

Originally with their advantage.

They could probably push horizontally along the western line all the way to the imperial mausoleum.

However!

After arriving outside Jingyang City, Wu Ying let the army remain motionless.

Zhou Xuan had long been anxious!

He takes a deep breath, forcibly calming the resentment in his heart, trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible:

"If the Superior insists on remaining motionless, Zhou Xuan can only lead my Hexi sons to begin attacking the city!"

Once these words are spoken!

The atmosphere in the tent instantly solidifies; the Qian-Yuan generals show impatience and look at Zhou Xuan and his party one after another.

Military orders are like mountains, how can they be treated as child's play?

Zhou Xuan's eyes stare tightly at the person in the highest position; he is still somewhat timid in his heart.

The name of the Qian-Yuan Empress is not boasted, but fought out with knives and guns.

Famous and prestigious!

When the two sides made the covenant, they had a covenant that the army would be commanded by Qian-Yuan during the war!

In the military tent, the atmosphere suddenly becomes solemn.

Just at this time.

A scout rushes into the tent, interrupting this extremely tense atmosphere.

"Report, Your Majesty!"

"Reinforcements for Jingyang City have arrived!"

Once these words are spoken, Zhou Xuan's face instantly becomes gloomy and terrifying, and the anger in his heart becomes even more intense.

If reinforcements arrive, Jingyang City is already easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it will only be more difficult to capture.

The anger in his chest surges, almost about to spray out.

Lady Gongsun Pingxi lightly twists his beard and says:

"How many reinforcements? Who is the commander?"

Zhou Xuan also forcibly suppresses his emotions and hurriedly asks:

"How many people did Daqing send?"

The scout hears this, his face showing difficulty, seemingly feeling a bit incredible about the following news.

"Reporting to Your Majesty and all generals, the reinforcements seem to have only one thousand troops..."

His words carry a bit of hesitation, obviously surprised by such a number.

"One thousand troops?"

Zhou Xuan hears this, his brows furrowed, a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

In his view, these one thousand troops are no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot, seeking their own death.

Their large army totals 450,000; how can they be shaken by a mere thousand people?

The generals in the military tent also have doubts on their faces.

Lady Gongsun Pingxi is thoughtful.

"The two leaders are an old man and a young general in white robes!"

"They should be Huang Song and Chai Zhong from the Lu Army."

The scout's voice sounds again, carrying a bit of undisguised confusion:

"What's even more strange is that after the reinforcements arrived, they were not in a hurry to enter the city, but instead set up camp outside the city gate."

Once these words are spoken, the tent falls into silence again.

Zhou Xuan's brows furrow, his doubts even deeper.

Camping outside the city is no different from exposing one's throat to the enemy; such an act is definitely not in accordance with the common sense of marching and fighting.

Zhou Xuan deduces: "Could it be that the defending general of Jingyang City and the Lu Army are at odds?"

"Not letting them enter the city!"

The scout shakes his head and continues:

"The defending general of Jingyang City opened the city gate several times to let the reinforcements enter the city to defend together, but they were all rejected."

"Moreover, the reinforcements are already clamoring to fight outside the camp!"

Once these words are spoken, the military tent is filled with discussion.

Zhou Xuan sees this, and he already has a plan in his heart.

He stands up, his eyes determined as he looks at the person in the highest position wearing the ghost mask, requesting to fight:

"Superior, since the reinforcements are so abnormal, I intend to stop attacking Jingyang City and instead turn to defeat this reinforcement. They have traveled a long distance and are exhausted; this is a good opportunity to 'attack the enemy when they are tired,' I hope the Superior will grant permission!"

The person in the highest position remains silent, quietly listening to the report from below.

Zhou Xuan is about to speak again, but sees a person in a black robe stepping into the military tent, his sleeves fluttering.

"Urgent report from the Black Ice Terrace!"

The person in the black robe's voice is low and powerful, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The Black Ice Terrace, as Qian-Yuan's secret service agency, has always been terrifying, similar to Daqing's Eastern and Western Depots.

"Reporting to Your Majesty,"

The person in the black robe continues, "The secret report from the imperial mausoleum has been confirmed; Lu Chen has been enfeoffed as the Prince of Yan, in charge of the military and political power of the northern lands, and granted the Nine Bestowals!"

"The Lu Army has changed its flag to the Yanbei Army."

"Lu Chen only left less than twenty thousand troops to defend, and the rest of the large army has followed him north."

Once these words are spoken, a slight commotion arises in the military tent.

Prince of Yan!

The first Prince with a different surname in Daqing.

Zhou Xuan's face instantly becomes overjoyed after hearing this, and the huge stone hanging in his heart finally falls.

As for what Prince with a different surname, he doesn't care at all!

Does the Son of Heaven have a seed? Those who are strong in troops and horses can be it.

Not to mention a Prince with a different surname.

What he was most worried about was that Lu Chen would suddenly appear outside Jingyang City with one hundred thousand Lu Army troops.

That would be an unimaginable fierce battle.

He would also lose the opportunity to enter the capital first!

Fortunately!

Nothing happened.

The thousand guards of the Black Ice Terrace continue:

"Lu Chen's large army has crossed the Qilian Mountains and arrived in the northern lands."

"Yesterday, thirty thousand Lu Army troops were assembled, preparing to head north."

"Today, the thirty thousand large army began to cross the Yellow River, pressing on the three states of Xu, Bo, and Yue on the Northern Wind border."

"The scouts on the Northern Wind side reported that Northern Wind seems to have the intention to retreat, seemingly preparing to abandon Xu State and Bo State, and hold Yue State."

Zhou Xuan takes a deep breath after hearing this, trying to calm his excited mood.

"Your Majesty, this is a heaven-sent opportunity."

"Since Lu Chen has already headed north, we should take this opportunity to capture Jingyang City in one go, then lead the army south to destroy the capital, and we can achieve the royal cause!"

Lady Gongsun Pingxi hears this, his face without a hint of joy:

"Your Majesty, the situation we least want to see has appeared."

"If Lu Chen truly crosses the natural barrier of the Yellow River, our carefully planned layout will fall short."

"At that time, we fear we will fall into an extremely unfavorable situation."

Zhou Xuan hears this, his face full of doubt.

The 450,000-strong army is high in morale and well-prepared!

Jingyang City is within reach!

Everything is great!

Where does the disadvantage come from?

Godfathers are asking, how long until this ten-year simulation ends?

It will end soon! The plot is basically written! There will be another chapter tonight, thank you everyone!

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