The Legend of Chu Qiao: Division 11’s Princess Agent

Chapter 148

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Seeing that Chu Qiao's eyes could hardly be opened, Yan Xun burst into a smile and said, "That's right, you're sleepy."

"No... yes, I'm listening carefully." Chu Qiao yawned.

Yan Xun stood up and hugged her horizontally, "Let's go, don't worry about others, anyway, one is coming, wait and see, let's see who will be the first."

Chu Qiao huddled in Yan Xun's arms, agreed muffledly, wrapped her arms around Yan Xun's neck, and fell asleep like this.

Under the moonlight, the military camp in the distance blew the signal to turn off the lights, and thousands of lights were extinguished together, which was spectacular.

Yan Xun looked at the woman in his arms, suddenly, he felt his heart was full of strength. In the Qingshan courtyard of the Zhuge mansion, the fourth young master of the Zhuge mansion who is at home is drinking tea in the flower hall. Over the years, he has always been a person who is very good at keeping in good health. Although he has lost power in the family now, he is not as decadent as expected Abandoning himself, he leisurely sips tea and grows orchids, writes and reads books, and even rides horses at the racecourse when he finds time.

Seeing him like this, no one would have thought that not long ago, this person had just lost in the power struggle of the family, and a serious mistake made him step down completely, and now even the gate of Zhuge Mansion is closed. Unable to get out, she is almost completely under house arrest.

Yue Qi walked into the flower hall and whispered, "Master, I'm back."

"Yeah." Zhuge Yue lazily raised his eyes, agreed, and was carefully skimming the tea leaves inside with the lid of the teacup.

"His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince has returned to the capital, and now he is heading towards the Shengjin Palace. The soldiers of Shangluyuan are following around, and none of the officers and soldiers of the Southwest Army are around. I heard that the third prince has already taken over."

Zhuge Yue's movements froze for a moment, and then he chuckled lightly, unable to hear his happiness or anger.

"The major provinces and counties in the northwest are all ready to provide food and grass. The Batuha family sent 100,000 elite soldiers to accompany the army, and His Royal Highness the Fourteenth will also rush to join the army. This time, the empire sent as many as 300,000 troops, all of which were elite cavalry and soldiers. Heavy armored infantry, the front is very strong."

Zhuge Yue snorted softly while drinking tea, and said in a flat tone: "A pack of dogs can't beat a lion. Sending out such a bunch of useless people, I think Da Xia's life will be exhausted."

Yue Qi was slightly taken aback, and said: "Young master, the Third Highness is from Shangwutang, and the Fourteenth Highness has recently defeated Yanbei Army in the northwest, and the Batuha family is even stronger. How can it be called a waste?"

Zhuge Yue raised his head slowly, his eyes were as black as ink, and he said slowly: "It's one thing to talk about war on paper, but another thing to have real swords and guns. If this battle is completely fought by Zhao Qi or Zhao Yang or whatever There is a 50% chance of winning if one is in command, but now that the three armies are going to fight, and the commanders are three big men who are pretentious and think they are great, what do you think will be the effect?"

Hearing the words on Yue Qi, he was immediately at a loss for words.

Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, and said in a low tone: "There can only be one voice in the army to ensure that the strategy is effective. Now that there are three pillars standing in one another, Yan Xun will be an idiot if he doesn't know how to take advantage of this. "

Zhuge Yue stood up slowly, walked towards the inner hall, and said as he walked, "Notify Zhu Cheng, take back all the business under our hands from the northwest, this battle will be protracted, and there will be no money to be made in the west."

The autumn is crisp and the sun is dazzling. The man's green shirt and toga slowly disappear among the orchids in the flower pots. Looking at his back, Yue Qi was suddenly puzzled. He wanted to ask some questions, but he didn't dare to ask them. In fact, he really wanted to know: Master, who do you hope to win? On the sixth day of October, there was a strong wind.

The Northwest Army led by the Fourteenth Prince Zhao Yang, the Southwest Army led by the Third Prince Zhao Qi, the Jinri Army led by Tuba Guli, the eldest son of the Batuha family, and the Northern Alliance formed by all the provinces and counties in the Northwest. The four-way army marched into the northwest together. The Southwest Army and the Jinri Army attacked from the front, the Northwest Army outflanked from the left, and the Northern Alliance outflanked from the right, like a sharp knife, roaring like a mountain and a tsunami. The escorted auxiliary army and civilian husbands, a total of millions of troops, roared towards the land of Yanbei.

On the post road from Daxia's country to the northwest, the flow of horses and horses continued day and night, and countless grains, supplies, manpower, and war horses poured into the Northern Expedition camp continuously. Daxia fought hard, and the anger accumulated for half a year was released in one day, with arrogance and arrogance.

The flames of war are about to ignite, the blade has been polished, there is no retreat, no avoidance, the army of Yanbei gathers in the border city of Beishuo, and the security is tight, ready to fight.

A great battle is about to begin. On October 13th, the first heavy snowfall of winter fell on the Yanbei Plateau. The heavy snow lasted for three days and three nights, and was more than a foot deep. The cold current quickly swept across the entire northwest land. The sky and the earth were extremely cold, and the dripping water turned into ice. It was clearly noon on a sunny day, but when I looked up, I couldn't see the sun in the sky above. There was only a faint yellow line.

This rare blizzard froze to death countless cattle, sheep and horses on the Yanbei Plateau, knocked down countless tents and houses, and caused countless people in Yanbei to lose their homes. The Great Xia Legion, who came to kill the general, had to stop and set up camp in Bailin Province in the northwest inland, waiting for the wind and snow to pass.

As a result, the two armies, which were fully prepared to fight a battle, fell into a confrontational cold war.

In the vast snow, a horse team composed of more than 20 people is running on the post road outside Beishuo City. Their horses are fat and healthy, with leather armor on their heads. They are not afraid of the wind and snow. Dance, run fast. Soon, the horse team approached the city, and a team of scouts came forward and shouted, "Who is it?"

No one in the team made a sound, and the leader flag officer raised a small red flag. The scouts of the team were startled, and then all retreated to make way.

The horse team continued to gallop, and disappeared on the snowy field in an instant.

"Brother Xun, whose team is that, so awesome?" A young scout asked, wearing a bearskin hat, his face was flushed red from the cold.

"Don't talk nonsense," the scout chief immediately scolded, and carefully glanced left and right, as if he was afraid that the people in front would turn around and hear their conversation, "That's the blood slaughter flag of the Second Army."

The chief scout's voice was very low, but the people in the team heard it clearly. For a moment, everyone felt a chill down their backs, and turned their heads in unison, looking in the direction where the second army disappeared.

In view of the fact that the army was too strong in the Great Xia, the new King Yan of Yanbei issued an assembly order in Beishuo City seven days ago, and now, even the last team from Meilin Pass has arrived.

Although the war was imminent, a large number of refugees gathered in front of the gate of Beishuo City. A heavy snowstorm destroyed the houses, cattle and sheep of the people. In just three days, hundreds of people were frozen to death and starved to death. up. At this moment, they are all guarding in front of the city gate, hoping to enter the city and escape this sudden disaster. However, as soon as the war with Daxia was about to start, Beishuo City had already entered a state of first-level preparations for war. Although more and more refugees gathered in front of the city gate, Yan Xun still ordered the gate to be strictly guarded to prevent spies from entering the city. Thousands of officers and soldiers took turns to defend. Voice.

"Get out of the way!" There was a sudden sound of horseshoes, and some people were whipping whips and beating the people on both sides. The general waved the blood-red military flag and shouted loudly, "We are the advance team of the Second Army, I am Xue Zhiyuan, open the door!"

After a while, a row of long dragon-like torches quickly walked up the tower, and one of them shouted loudly: "Does General Xue have a letter from General Cao?"

Xue Zhiyuan said: "Here is the letter!"

A bamboo basket was slowly lowered from the tower, and one of Xue Zhiyuan's cavalry rode forward and put the letter in the bamboo basket. After a while, the torches on the city tower were lit, and with a creak, the gate opened slowly and unguardedly.

"Ah! The door is open!" A cheer suddenly sounded, and thousands of refugees were overjoyed, clamoring in unison, moving their hands and feet that had already been frozen, and rushing towards the city gate in a chaotic manner, like a boiling flood. Immediately, the advance team of the Second Army was dispersed.

"Idiot!" In the crowd, the general with dark red coat yelled angrily, and immediately jumped off his horse.

"Quick! Stop them!" General Cui, who was guarding the city, realized that something had happened, and hurriedly yelled, and his soldiers rushed out of the city gate, shouting loudly, "Anyone who dares to make trouble will be shot to death! Back off! Back off all!"

The north wind howled, and the voices of the soldiers were as thin as mosquitoes in the crowd. Staying outside the city is a dead end. The refugees have long been red-eyed. Now that there is hope for survival, who would like to wait outside to die? They rushed forward without fear of death, shouting as they rushed, "Let us in! We are the people of Yanbei! Let us in!"

"General Xue! General Xue!" General Cui yelled in panic, fearing that the friendly army would have an accident in the chaos.

At this time, a line of blood shot up into the sky, and a young officer drew out his saber neatly, and slashed at the back shoulder blade of a refugee. Turning over, large pieces of blood spilled out and fell on the pure white snow, forming small red swirls one by one. These are some poor people, have never seen such a scene, facing the bloody butcher's knife of the soldier, everyone immediately yelled in horror and retreated one after another.

General Cui was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that someone would dare to use force. He was about to speak when he saw the young officer walking over from the crowd with a cold expression, and said calmly, "I am Xue Zhiyuan."

General Cui was shocked, and was about to speak, when he heard a mournful cry from among the people, and the woman cried out, "Master! Wake up, master!"

"Kill! Kill! Army kill!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the people suddenly rioted. The people who were driven to a desperate situation roared in unison. An old man in his seventies rushed to the front and shouted: "Why do you kill people? Why? My three sons are all in the army. As a soldier, I followed you to fight Xiagou, and now you won't let me enter the city? Let us enter the city!"

Although the weather was so cold, General Cui's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

The young Xue Zhiyuan frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Time is running out, please make a decision early."

"Ah?" General Cui asked stupidly. He used to be a blacksmith who blacksmithed iron. Because of his bravery in battle, he killed more than a dozen people and became a small corps leader. It happened to be his team's turn to be on duty tonight. There is no strategy, but he looked at the young and tall man in front of him foolishly, and asked, "What did you say?"

Seeing that the refugees had already rushed forward, the city guards in Beishuo were so stupid that more than a dozen guards were restrained by the refugees and the city gate was occupied. Xue Zhiyuan's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: Hands, get ready!"