Prince Chao Jiu looked at his ministers who were talking to each other at the court meeting, and he was so irritable in his heart.
If it is Mr. Sun Wen, he will definitely not be vague, let alone shirk the blame. What is the use of keeping these wastes in front of him
"... Why don't... send someone to ask for peace?"
Today's Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court is very poor, and the funds needed to fight the war cannot be obtained. At that time, won't the military expenses be drawn from various tribes
A group of nobles are also used to living extravagant and peaceful days, enjoying food, drink and entertainment, and do not want to fight at all.
If there is a war, it will hurt their interests, who wants to fight.
The nine princes laughed angrily. The battle has not yet been fought, and the group of people below are already thinking about how to ask for peace. Are these still bloody northern Xinjiang people
"Begging for peace? Why didn't you say send someone to beg for pity on Liu Xi?"
The ninth prince got angry and directly brought the man up and sprayed it.
Before the Northern Xinjiang horse plague, they were still sharpening their knives and preparing to mobilize troops in the Central Plains. It was only a few years ago that a group of courtiers negotiated peace without even fighting
The minister was sprayed by the Ninth Prince, his old face could not hang, his face turned blue and black.
Although he didn't have an attack in the dynasty, he also made a hard note in his heart, and directly hated the Ninth Prince.
"Deputy king, according to the old minister's opinion, this battle is inevitable. Talking about peace now is undoubtedly helping others and destroying one's prestige." An old minister from Northern Xinjiang came out and said, "The most important thing now is to rectify Soldiers and horses everywhere, prepare to meet the enemy—"
The old minister said some nonsense, but it was better than having peace talks at every turn.
The Ninth Prince also wanted to take this opportunity to take back the military power of each tribe, and the minister's words were right in his heart.
"This is justified," said the ninth prince. "There are strong enemies out there who are eyeing the tigers, and the northern borders should work together to fight the enemy!"
Several brothers ran to the fief tribe, assembled troops and horses, and made it clear that they would pull him, the acting king, from the throne.
Where will the nine princes get their wish
Simply take advantage of the fighting time and take back the military power in their hands at one time.
Without military power, no matter how capable the elder brothers are, they will not be able to make much waves.
The ninth prince's abacus crackled.
He knew that the royal court in Northern Xinjiang was in short supply, but lack of money was one thing, and fighting a war was another.
The strength of the cavalry was greatly reduced, but the strength of the infantry was still there, and the three tribes in the northern Xinjiang could fight immediately.
The warriors fought fiercely and fearlessly.
In the view of the Ninth Prince, Jiang Pengji's attack on northern Xinjiang was simply shooting himself in the foot.
Northern Xinjiang is not even afraid of Dongqing, but is it afraid of a small Dongqing prince
It is foolish to hit a stone with an egg.
The ninth prince's abacus played loudly, but as everyone knew, the actual implementation of this abacus was difficult.
He knew that taking this opportunity to take back military power, didn't his brother know his calculus
Don't think that he is the only smart person in the world.
Once the military power is handed over, it is as if the tiger has lost its teeth and claws.
Handing over military power is death, not handing over military power can make the Ninth Prince fearful, and only fools will obey orders.
After weighing the pros and cons, these northern princes all chose to pretend to be deaf.
As the "generation king", the first command he issued was stymied by various prevarications, with little effect, and his chest hurt with anger.
"Bastard - Gu is the king of Northern Xinjiang, they dare to resist the decree and disrespect-"
The ninth prince was so angry that he knew this, he should have let Sun Wen design kill them.
Thinking of Sun Wen, the Ninth Prince felt even more heartache.
The Ninth Prince sighed and muttered, "If Zai Dao is still there, why should Gu Gu suffer from their bird's anger?"
Sun Wen has been deified in the heart of the Nine Princes and has become an indelible cinnabar mole.
On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon looked up.
This year is destined to be an extraordinary year. Jiang Pengji, who has been dormant for several years, finally shows her fangs again.
Seeing that the spring ploughing is approaching, the mobilization of troops in the northern Xinjiang and Chongzhou borders is becoming more and more frequent, and small-scale conflicts occasionally break out.
The atmosphere of war is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a breath of wind and rain.
In the same year, Cangzhou Meng's and Huang Song officially broke up, the rivalry between the Xu Pei brothers became fierce, and Zhangzhou Yang Tao completely stood firm.
The land of Dongqing was swallowed alive by a giant beast named "War", and all of it was swallowed into its belly.
"Liu Xi and Beijiang, Xu Pei and Xu Fei, Huang Song and Cangzhou Meng's... With all these families, the whole Dongqing was stirred up."
Yang Tao frowned.
Every family is fighting, which means that their development will temporarily stop, and this is a good time for him to grow!
If they wait for them to decide the winner, Yang Tao will only be in Zhangzhou, and maybe he will be targeted by a few.
Only by strengthening himself can he survive in troubled times.
But... what else can Dongqing do
Yang Tao scratched his head, distressed.
But Yan Lin said, "The world is bigger than Dongqing."
Yang Tao was dumbfounded, "Huh?"
Yan Lin smiled and said, "Do you want to compete with Liu Xi and others?"
Yang Tao said bluntly, "Fairy gods fight, what kind of strength do mortals make? Even if they want to compete, it's definitely not now."
His foundation is far from that of Jiang Pengji and others. If he grabs food from their mouths, it will be thankless.
Yan Lin lowered his eyes and said coldly, "The pseudo-emperor took the remnants of defeated soldiers and fled into the border of Nansheng. This is a good excuse for us to send troops."
Dongqing's territory has been occupied by several great gods, but other countries have not yet, especially Nansheng Kingdom!
The pseudo-emperor King Changshou fled into Nansheng, and Yang Tao could use this excuse to attack Nansheng's territory.
Yan Lin said, "The feudal lords of the Dongqing families have already had a certain climate, and it is difficult to shake them now. It is better for the lord to find another way out. According to the minister, Nansheng is a good choice. The princes rose up, but the four forces of Nanman were strong, and the two sides suffered heavy casualties. Nansheng had no chance to recuperate. It is better for the lord to take this opportunity to occupy the land of Nansheng and concentrate on development... When the power grows and there is enough strength in his hand, he will turn around and counterattack at that time. It's not too late. What does the lord think?"
Dongqing's cake was almost divided up. If Yang Tao wanted to get involved, he would have to fight with various princes, which was too difficult.
Rather than that, it's better to settle for the next best thing and choose another cake.
In peacetime, where can you just send troops into another country's territory
Dare to stretch your feet
It's different now.
Nansheng Kingdom has been destroyed, various pseudo-regimes are growing like leeks, no one is orthodox, and no one will say anything if Yang Tao intervenes.
Yang Tao is not a nameless teacher. The pseudo-emperor King Changshou is his enemy. Can't you hunt down and kill the enemy across the country
"Sure, then listen to Shaoyang."
Yang Tao can fight, but he can't use his brain. Anyway, he has an external brain like Yan Lin, so it's not his turn to think about this kind of thing.
After more than a month, the spring ploughing came to an end, and Jiang Pengji had completed the final mobilization of troops.
"Is the second prince of Northern Xinjiang still alive?" Jiang Pengji turned her head and asked.
Qi Guanrang gently shook the feather fan, "He's still alive, why did the lord suddenly mention him?"
Jiang Pengji's tone was indifferent, but the corners of her lips raised a cold arc, "There are few people in the sacrificial flag, take his sacrificial flag, this is the perfect start."