Old General Zhao and his 30,000 Zhao family troops had not walked far from Ming Sa Yuan when Xiao Zimu's order arrived.
One of the garrison commanders rushed to catch up with General Zhao, and the remaining 180,000 troops set off in full gear.
General Zhao was quite surprised when he saw the garrison division. If it was the emperor's holy judge, it would be understandable to assign these people to him.
But after all, Xiao Zimu was in charge of the government for the first time, and the Shi family army was still raising troops to rebel. These 180,000 troops were the power he could actually hold at the moment.
Xiao Zimu made a decision in such a short period of time and handed over the military power to General Zhao to quell the chaos. This kind of trust is really rare.
Zhao Xingwen originally followed General Zhao, but found that he only took away 30,000 Zhao soldiers, and he was still worried about how to fight this battle.
He did not dare to ask his grandfather directly, so he rode his horse to keep pace with the Wuma Huacai: "Brother Huacai, can these thirty thousand people defeat the Mongolian army?"
Wuma Hua then glanced at him sideways: "How many troops did the Mongolian army invade?"
"Two hundred and fifty thousand..." Zhao Xingwen's eyes gradually dropped, and after a moment, they slowly moved up again without waiting for his answer.
Wuma Huacai's expressionless face only raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then you still have to...ask me?"
Zhao Xingwen smiled awkwardly: "Don't you think you are awesome? You managed to defend the imperial city even though it was so difficult."
Wuma Huacai did not show any complacency on his face, and remained as expressionless as ever: "You also know that it was defending the city. The defender had the advantage between offense and defense, but now it is two armies facing each other. I guess General Zhao also I want to take the risk of dispatching some troops from Hanyang and surround them all the way from the back of the new city before we can fight hard."
Zhao Xingwen frowned: "Han Yang is also starting a war now, so he can't spare many troops."
Wumahua was silent for a while before speaking: "So it's a fight with all our strength."
Zhao Xingwen frowned: "How reluctant? What are the chances of winning?"
Wumahua just stretched out a finger. Zhao Xingwen was dumbfounded and asked with some stuttering: "Only a 10% chance of winning?"
Wuma Huacai's expressionless face seemed to reveal a self-deprecating smile: "A glimmer of hope."
Zhao Xingwen fell silent. When he chased out of Beijing, he only knew about the war on the border. It was not until after breaking camp that he heard that the Mongolian army had invaded all the way from Xincheng.
The severity of the situation was beyond his imagination. Unfortunately, Old General Zhao only took away 30,000 Zhao soldiers. He originally hoped that Wuma Huacai, a miraculous stranger, would come up with another clever plan.
At this time, after listening to his words, this last bit of fantasy was shattered.
Yes, if the 250,000 Mongolian troops were combined with the 180,000 garrison and the 230,000 Shi Jialiang troops brought back by Shi Jialiang, they would be a total of 660,000 troops. It would not be easy to defeat the 30,000 Zhao Jiali troops.
In the face of absolute strength, strategies are useless.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xingwen couldn't even see the glimmer of hope in his mouth.
Wuma Huacai sighed inaudibly: "If you give me an army of 200,000, even if the strength is more than half, I can still match it..."
"Report... report... report..."
Before Wumahua could finish his words, he was interrupted by someone behind him who was riding his horse and shouting reports.
When Zhao Xingwen heard what he said before, he was still muttering in his heart, Han Yang has 200,000, but he can't give it to you.
Just as he was thinking about it, a figure quickly passed by his eyes and he looked at it intently. Isn't that the garrison commander of Qingcheng
As the Qingcheng garrison commander Yiqi Juechen chased him in front of General Zhao, after a while, General Zhao ordered the entire army to rest in place.
Wuma Hua frowned with an expressionless face. He should move forward at full speed at this time. After all, if they delay a little longer, the Mongolian army and the Shi's army will join up faster.
If they were allowed to join together, this battle would not be fought at all.
He was closing his eyes and thinking about the meaning of General Zhao's move. Zhao Xingwen, who was resting on the spot and chewing steamed buns next to him, patted his shoulder crazily.
Wuma Hua was holding his head against the pain. He felt that Zhao Xingwen had slapped him and made him dizzy. It was like an earthquake. He turned around and pretended not to want to talk.
Zhao Xingwen just broke his body, his tone was filled with joy. He hadn't swallowed all the steamed buns yet, so the words coming out of his mouth were a little unclear.
But Wuma Huacai still heard clearly. Zhao Xingwen shouted excitedly in his ear: "The army you want is here!"
Wuma Hua suddenly opened his eyes. Although it was still far away, he could vaguely distinguish the vast army in the distance, carrying the banner of the Zhao family army, walking towards them in a mighty manner.
It turns out that it was not Zhao Xingwen who photographed him just now as if he was in an earthquake.
Rather, the shock caused by the marching horses...
Zhao Xingwen was young and vigorous, and was stationed in Hanyang all year round. In his mind, it was natural for Xiao Zimu to hand over this army to General Zhao to fight against the Mongolian army.
But Wuma Huacai agreed with General Zhao. As Xiao Zimu, who had little real power in his hands and was the new crown prince, this army was equally important to him.
Xiao Zimu left this army behind. Even if the Mongolian army and the Shi family army joined forces to attack the city, Chang'an could not be broken. He was still young and could recharge his batteries. The battle could be fought slowly and the city could be taken back slowly.
But if he handed over this army to General Zhao, he would also hand over the fate of Chang'an to General Zhao.
Although he has not yet become an emperor, he seems to have the power to break the establishment and the bearing of a king.
The corners of Wuma Huacai's mouth couldn't help but curve into a slight arc. This was the Crown Prince whom Xia Chu admired.
It seems, not bad...
With the garrison joining in, General Zhao no longer had to rush back to Hanyang to mobilize troops to join forces, and he could directly march horizontally towards Fengwu.
At this time, Huo Wenshu, who was in Beijing, also received the letter that Gu Shirou had given him and that Zhao Xingwen had left for her.
The reason why Gu Shirou gave it so late was because of Zhao Xingwen's special request at that time.
In his heart, he was looking forward to Huo Wenshu saying goodbye to him, but at the same time, he was also afraid that she would come to say goodbye.
She is his concern, and in this battle, his life or death is uncertain, and he has a country to live in, so he should have nothing to worry about.
If he saw her, Zhao Xingwen was afraid that he would be afraid of death.
As a general, if he cannot take the lead and has thoughts of greed for life and fear of death, it is the most shameful thing in his heart, and he is not worthy of being a descendant of the Zhao family.
Gu Shirou looked at the tears in Huo Wenshu's eyes and couldn't help but hold her in her arms gently, patted her on the back and said painfully: "I'm sorry for you."
Gu Shirou had given Huo Tianxiu a cold face before. At first, he did not want the Zhao and Huo families to get married, and Gu Shirou was very dissatisfied.
Although she hit her son very hard, her love for him was no less than that of other mothers.
But at this moment, Gu Shirou finally let go and understood the reason why Huo Tianxiu strongly opposed it in the first place.
If Huo Wenshu were her daughter, she would not want such a nimble girl to live in fear all day long.
She sighed softly and turned around, but Huo Wenshu suddenly called her from behind: "Mrs. Zhao, have you suffered these years?"
Gu Shirou slowly turned around and looked at her with tears still in her eyelashes, but she shook her head sincerely: "I don't feel bitter."
Although there were still tears in Huo Wenshu's eyes, as hazy as smoke under the scorching sun, the corners of her lips curved into a smile, and she spoke slowly with uneasiness and shyness: "I'm not bitter either."
That voice is so gentle, yet so firm...
(End of chapter)