There was a clucking sound from Pan Meichen's mouth, at this moment he wished he could swallow Rong Changan in one gulp.
"Rong Chang'an, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How are you recently?"
There was sarcasm in the words, clearly wanting to expose Rong Changan's scars. Rong Changan was deposed by Yan Li as a commoner and placed under house arrest in Fengming Palace. Pan Meichen knew all about it.
If Rong Chang'an would be furious because of Pan Meichen's few words, then she would not be Rong Chang'an. Even if a knife cuts her neck, she will take it easy, smiling condescendingly, which is her usual normal state.
"I'm not going to worry about my affairs, King Pan. You should worry about your own affairs!"
When Rong Changan said the word "King Pan", he said it very loudly on purpose, and with a hint of contempt, he described the majestic king who wielded an army of 100,000 troops as a grass bandit who occupied the mountain as his king.
As if biting a broad bean, Pan Meichen's mouth burst into another gurgling sound.
"What do I have to worry about? Please let the queen enlighten me." Pan Meichen was not forgiving in her mouth, deliberately said the word "queen" very frivolously, and then made an exaggerated expression of sudden realization, "Oh, I I almost forgot! Look at my brain, you are no longer a queen, you have been deposed by Yan Li as a commoner. So, I should call you a deposed empress, or a commoner."
Ha ha ha ha! Unbridled laughter vibrated in the bitter air.
Lin Hai spat on the ground: "Queen, let me shoot that old man, his toad mouth!" As he spoke, he was about to bend his bow and set an arrow.
Rong Changan stopped Lin Hai, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a smile like a flower: "Commander Lin, don't be easily provoked by Pan Meichen. Anyone who is provoked will lose. I have to explain to him and let him know what kind of situation he is in now. Medium. Revenge on a person does not necessarily require him to die, but to make him feel the attack of fear all the time."
Rong Changan's face was as white as the moon, and he smiled slightly, like a majestic wind blowing over calm autumn water.
"King Pan, as far as I know, you have a total of 50,000 horses this time, and I have shot more than 1,000 people to death just now. In front, I will send you 3,000 rangers and 1,000 people who built the beacon tower. Many people, all wiped out, you still have 45,000 people left. With this battle, wounded, and escaped, I estimate that the troops you can take out to participate in the battle are only 40,000."
Rong Chang'an seemed to be a member of Pan Meichen's army, and knew more about the current situation of his army than he did.
"What about you?"
Rong Changan's smile is so charming and aura, as long as there is a faint trace at the corner of her mouth, Pan Meichen will feel a little flustered, as if everything is under her control, and she has calculated everything clearly.
"So what? I now have 50,000 imperial guards, and you have 40,000. Judging from the number, you are already at a disadvantage. You still have to divide troops to guard food and grass. The army that is actually fighting with me on the front line is not enough for 40,000. "
What Rong Changan said is the truth. To beat Song Qiang and Wang Qi, Pan Meichen relied on tricks, and now Rong Changan is not Song Qiang and Wang Qi, and it is almost impossible to beat her with tricks. If they were head-to-head, he, who was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, might not necessarily have a better chance of winning than Rong Chang'an.
Pan Meichen narrowed her eyes, and the light shining from the eyelids was sharper than ever.
"Rong Chang'an, don't scare me. The northern army you are proud of has a total of 100,000 troops, which is twice as many as mine! But what happened? I defeated them one by one, even your most proud lieutenant general Song Qiang also died in Jinghe. And your Southern Army, hmph, it’s almost vulnerable, just a little touch, and the army will be defeated! It can be seen that Yan Li’s army actually has no fighting power. The Imperial Forest Army is just a guard Compared with the northern and southern armies, the troops in the capital are even less effective!"
Although he knew his own disadvantages in his heart, Pan Meichen couldn't admit it. Otherwise, the morale of the army would be shaken and the army would lose confidence. Then the war would be surrendered before it even started. In the era of relying on fists and weapons, morale is very important, and it is often the key to victory. A strategic coach understands this.
Rong Chang'an and Pan Meichen expose each other's disadvantages, and they also want to "destroy other people's ambitions and grow their own prestige".
Song Qiang will always be the pain in Rong Changan's heart, and there is a ripple in her cold eyes.
"Pan Meichen, I will not fail to avenge you for killing Song Qiang! With 40,000 horses, you have galloped for more than a thousand miles from Waqiao Pass, and you must be exhausted now. You go deep alone, and the most fearful thing is that there will be no Grain and grass, as long as my infant city is firmly guarded and the walls are cleared, your food and grass can last for a month at most. You start a war for no reason, lose popular support, and lose your political foundation. Now the weather is cold and it is a test for the army. When I left the capital , Checked the astronomy, a few days later, it will snow again, such bad weather, I don’t know how long your army can last outside the north gate? With so many disadvantages, you are destined to repeat the same mistakes.”
Rong Chang'an's words touched Pan Meichen's mind. These disadvantages and shortcomings are exactly what he has been worried about, and any of them may cause him to be defeated like a mountain.
"Rong Chang'an, you don't rely on your mouth to fight, but you rely on your fists to rely on your strength. As long as you give me half a month, I don't need 40,000 people. Just give me 10,000 cavalry, which is enough to level the entire Dajing Kingdom; Give me 50,000 horses, and I, Pan Meichen, can run amok!"
"Hahahaha!" Rong Changan seldom laughed like this, "King Pan, you are just a grassroots bandit, you really know how to talk nonsense! Judging from the current situation, you are already extremely dangerous."
Pan Meichen glanced at Rong Chang'an's army unconsciously: "Why am I in danger?"
Rong Chang'an's jade hand was raised up, and in the black night, there was a swishing sound, feathered arrows pierced through the bitter air, like a wall, or a rain of arrows. Pan Meichen's army suddenly became a mess, wailing everywhere, crying loudly. In this round alone, more than 2,000 rebels were killed.
Pan Meichen froze, blocked a few arrows, and retreated from the horse.
"Everyone back off, out of range of their bows and arrows."
As soon as the rebels standing at the front retreated, Lin Hai called out loudly.
"The rebels are defeated! Brothers, catch up and catch them all!"
The Imperial Forest Army was clamoring, the gongs and drums were loud, and the swords, guns, and halberds were cold and gloomy in the light of the fire, as if they were the ferocious faces of some bloodthirsty animals.
The rear army of the rebel army saw the retreat of the front army and heard the Yulin army shouting "the rebel army is defeated", so they dropped their helmets and armor and ran for their lives. When Pan Meichen saw this, he was furious. He picked up the big knife, clicked and clicked, and chopped off the heads of more than a dozen soldiers in a row, just like chopping melons and vegetables, but they couldn't stop the soldiers from retreating.
"Your Majesty, retreat quickly! Today's defeat is settled, if you don't leave, you will be captured by Rong Chang'an!" A lieutenant galloped to Pan Meichen on horseback.
Pan Meichen's whiskers fluttered, and her teeth cracked open: "Bastard, you dare to disturb the morale of the army, I will kill you!"
With a slash, he hit the lieutenant's neck, and the lieutenant's bloody head fell off the horse and rolled on the ground.
Lin Hai held the simple knife in his right hand and came to fight Pan Meichen: "If you even kill your own lieutenant general, are you still human?"
While speaking, Lin Hai's simple knife had already been cut out, running towards Pan Meichen's neck.