Nanling is at war with Xiliang!
As soon as the imperial list came out, the people of the entire imperial city became a sensation.
How many years has the border of Nanling been calm? It has been more than ten years, and has not fought a war in more than ten years.
Now I heard that the war had started, and the imperial rankings were all out. After the sensation, the people were panicked.
The streets and alleys, tea houses and restaurants, are full of people who gather to discuss.
This news can be said to shake the entire imperial city.
When the city was talking about the hustle and bustle, the hundreds of officials in the court were not idle, racking their brains to think of countermeasures.
However, there were countless methods, none of which had practical reference value, and they were all killed by the Nanling King who had just returned to the court.
As time passed bit by bit, the frozen imperial city began to slowly warm up.
When news of the war spread throughout Nanling, the canal melted.
Hundreds of thousands of troops immediately crossed the canal.
Ships heading to the northwest border crowded the entire canal river, and from a distance, it looked like ants crossing the river, densely packed.
Feng Qingbai followed Feng Mohan to the dock to see off the generals. The cordon was pulled down around the pier, and the people were far isolated from the cordon.
"Uncle Emperor, can we win?" Feng Mohan asked, looking at the sailing ship going away.
The March River wind blew ashore, blowing the robes of the two of them hunting and hunting.
The clear voice of the man came from the wind, firm and calm, always indifferent, "Of course it can."
Feng Qingbo never doubted whether this battle could be won.
Nanling will definitely win.
On the battlefield, there is Qin Xiao, a veteran general on the battlefield, and the geographical advantage of Xiliang will not pose too much threat to Qin Xiao.
Moreover, he always felt that Xiliang's new emperor Ba Nian was definitely not a brainless person. Even if he first ascended to the throne, no matter how ambitious he was, he would not rashly start a war when his foundation is not stable. This kind of behavior is harmful to him but not profitable.
This battle came strangely.
The war will not last long.
All the officials followed the emperor and the king of Nanling to see off at the dock, and the hall of cultivating the heart was very quiet.
Sitting on the soft couch, the queen mother slowly flipped through the scriptures, seemingly unaffected by the war.
The old mother didn't dare to come forward and disturb her easily. The speed at which the queen mother read the scriptures was much slower than before, but she didn't notice it.
After returning from Xinghua Village, Liang Dou'er stayed in Nanling Palace and did not follow up with the palace.
Blood is thicker than water, and the traction of blood is beyond the reach of others no matter how much effort they put in.
Feng Qingbai and Liu Yusheng were always accompanied by Liang Dou'er along the way, and the strangeness of the children to them had long since disappeared. When they stayed in the palace, they did not cry.
Strangely, the empress dowager did not ask for Dou'er to be brought into the palace again.
This is the exception.
"What time is it now?" The empress dowager asked quietly, still looking at the scriptures.
"It's noon when we return to the empress dowager." The old mother paused, and said a bit, "The assembled army should have already set off."
"Ok."
No more words after that.
In the silence, the sky dimmed little by little, and the night fell, and the night was enveloped.
Somewhere in the northwest border, Qin Xiao had just taken people to avoid an ambush and hid here for a little trimming.
There was a battle at the beginning of the year, and the battle has been fought for a full month.
"Mao Taihe now has the heart to cry. He thinks that by being familiar with the terrain, we can be defeated by defeating us. It is too small for our Nanling army."
"How many of them have we wiped out this month? There have been tens of thousands, right?"
"Definitely." The lieutenant sat on the ground and laughed, "General Qin's tactics are the kind of generals that have never been on the battlefield to contend? I guess that guy only knows how to talk about war on paper, and has lost so many times. , Enough for him to remember the lesson."
The soldiers looked tired, but they didn't see the slightest embarrassment, their eyes were bright.
Over the past few months, they have engaged in guerrilla warfare with each other, cutting off the attacking front of the opponent into several pieces, and then chasing and intercepting them in circles, each time they can kill a large number of opponents.
Mao Taihe can be said to have been defeated and defeated repeatedly.
Among the Nanling soldiers, some even joked about this in private, betting how many times Mao Taihe cried.
"Fix for a moment, continue to circle the North Road, lie in ambush from the col over there, and lead the enemy to ambush."
"Understood, just like they wanted to kill us just now, let's take the other way and give back to the other body, so that they can taste it!"
At the same time, Mao Taihe was sitting in the camp with the gray heads and faces of his remaining subordinates, his face was pale with anger when he heard the bad news from his subordinates.
For more than a month, for more than 30 days, the two armies fought, and the other side almost lost no troops. On the contrary, it was his side, who took the initiative to declare war, and was hit face to face by the opponent one after another. Up to now, 12,000 soldiers have been sacrificed!
Such a record, even if he wins in the end, there is no glory on the face!
"Come on, get the Saint Shan Lai!"
The Saintess’s camp was not far from the general’s camp, and soon someone took orders to call people.
Inside the barracks, in a spacious tent, a beautiful woman with red eyes and a twisted face staring at her arm.
The exposed arm was covered with pustules of various sizes, and yellow-red liquid overflowed on the edge of the sore, emitting a nauseating stench.
And this kind of abscess is still spreading upward.
"Xue Qinglian!" Shanlai paused, clenching her five fingers, exerting too much force so that the back of her hand was showing blue veins.
This kind of sore has been raging on her for more than a month. Starting from her small arm, from one, to two, to one! Continue to spread!
She is a Gu female, good at Gu poisoning, seeing this situation, no one knows that she is poisoned.
Except for Xue Qinglian, don't do what he wants!
And she didn't even know when and where the other party poisoned her!
Xue Qinglian did not let her die immediately, but in this way of chronic poisonous cannibalization, let her clearly feel what life is better than death!
Every time the sore spreads, her panic gets more!
Just like someone deliberately lengthens the process of death infinitely in front of you, making you feel the most at every moment when you step into death. You can struggle with every possible way, but you can't change the fate of death.
"Good gaze saint, please, the general!" A voice came from outside the canopy.
"Tell the general, I will come right away." With a grim expression, his tone of voice was as natural as usual.
She applied a powder to cover the smell on her arm, pulled down her sleeves, Shan Lai had recovered her calm when she walked out of the tent, and she could not see any clues on her face.
Passing by a small canopy next to him, he heard the cry of a baby coming from inside, and his footsteps didn't stop.
In the small tent, looking at the back of the woman who left without turning her head, the maid sighed silently, and looked at the little baby in her arms with pity in her eyes.
The little master is one year old, and his face has grown long, and his face is matte and tender as it appears in the painting. You can see the exquisiteness only from the facial features, and he will definitely look great in the future. After being a little older, unless you are extremely hungry, you will basically stop crying.