It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

The winter in the northwest is really cold, with whistling winds and heavy snowfall, just like in the northern desert.

The summer in the northwest is also very hot. If you sit there without moving, you will sweat.

Dingbei Marquis Yang Cheng'an looked at the imperial edict in his hand, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

More haste, less speed. When will the little emperor understand this?

"Dad, this job is impossible to do!"

Dingbei Hou glared at his son and said, "Shut up. You are so old and still complaining."

"It is a taboo to send troops when it is the coldest or hottest. Even if you can win, you will have to pay a heavy price."

Injure one thousand enemies, and self-inflict eight hundred.

"What's more, no matter how hard we try, they are all from the Qin state." Yang Zhaochen lowered the volume of his words so low that they were barely noticeable.

"Watch your words. Don't say meaningless things. It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders."

Seeing that his father was angry, Yang Zhaochen immediately stopped talking.

Yang Zhaochen had never even been to Mobei. Although his kung fu was not bad, he was not a real soldier at heart. He had neither rich combat experience nor a strong will tempered by war. He only knew how to deal with the relationships in the circle of the rich and powerful in Beijing.

He couldn't blame his son for being like this. Yang Chengan stood up, walked over and patted Yang Zhaochen on the shoulder, "Go and invite all the generals. We need to formulate a battle plan and we have to give an explanation to His Majesty."

Yang Shuo has already driven away one tribe, and there is a chance to defeat another before the snow blocks the road. The two of them must survive this year in the northwest.

It’s just, it’s difficult!

The court is in a difficult situation, and King Tuo is even more difficult. Without sufficient food and fodder, no one can afford to waste time.

Even if the emperor did not order an attack, King Tuo would have chosen to attack.

King Tuo's fiefdom was the largest, with three large cities forming a triangle with each other.

In order to attack the royal city, the connection between the three cities must be cut off so that they cannot rescue each other. To achieve this, there must be enough troops and the troops must be able to coordinate their operations.

The imperial army that is now confronting King Tuo has 300,000 soldiers. These 300,000 soldiers are composed of three parts: one part is the "young master soldiers" from the capital brought by General Wuwei, one part is the local garrison, and the other part is transferred from the Jiangnan camp.

No one knew how many ideas each group of troops had, and it took Marquis Dingbei two months just to coordinate the relationships among these forces.

Therefore, he reminded Yang Shuo in the letter that if he was needed to come to the northwest one day, he must bring 100,000 Yang family troops with him. Without his own trusted troops, he would be hindered in fighting.

During these months of coordinating relationships and training troops, we naturally could not take the initiative to attack, and it took a lot of effort to block King Tuo's attacks several times.

Only his eldest son could rival King Tuo's power, but unfortunately Yang Zhaofeng passed away too early and his grandson Yang Shuo was still too young.

Looking at the second son’s back, I wonder if this kid knows that he and his father will eventually follow in the footsteps of the Ye family’s father and son.

The war must start before September, and the cold weather will only be disadvantageous to us.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate!

Yang Chengan had no time to complain, let alone whinge, so he turned around and looked at the map.

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"The capital has issued an imperial decree to Marquis Dingbei, urging him to attack."

"Let's fight. I can't wait any longer. Can our food and supplies last for a year?" King Tuo stood up and pounded the table.

"There's drought in the northern desert and floods in the south. I'm afraid many places will have no harvest. This news is good for us. At least it evens out our supply situation."

The man thought for a moment, then said, "Your Majesty, a battle with Marquis Dingbei is only a matter of time, but I hope to spare their lives."

Takuo narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. His friend was also a hard-hearted person, so why did he beg for mercy for his enemy first?

The man didn't care about Prince Tuo's scrutiny, and said frankly, "I have no personal relationship with them, let alone friendship. Marquis Dingbei, Lian Po is old and won't last long, and Yang Zhaochen doesn't need to be worried about it. I just don't want the prince to become enemies with Yang Shuo."

With his arms behind his back, he looked into the distance, "Yang Shuo is one of my most proud students. If he is able to perform well, he will be the biggest obstacle for us to enter the capital."

They each serve their own master and can make plans of their own accord. But if personal vendettas are mixed in, the fight will be to the death.

This is not the situation they want to see, nor is it what they want to do if they want to seize power.

"I understand. I will pass on the instructions when the time comes. It's just that..." Prince Tuo sneered and said mockingly, "It's just that my brother will not allow them to surrender. He hopes that Yang Shuo will be willing to work for him for revenge."

A flash of sadness flashed across the man's eyes and he nodded. The imperial art was passed down from generation to generation, and King Tuo understood the emperor's mind better.

"If he doesn't let the Yang family father and son go, and even uses their deaths to frame me, then I will have no choice but to fight back."

"Your Majesty, you can't..."

"No? Why not! A woman's life is worth more than the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers! Yanqing, you must not be soft-hearted. If both sides have a feud over murdering their relatives, I want to see how our General Yang will deal with it!"

The man clenched his fists, but knew he couldn't persuade them anymore. Saying too much would only create resentment between them.

No matter how close their personal relationship is, it cannot surpass the relationship between the monarch and his subjects, so he has to keep his distance.

"Your Majesty is the master."

If you don't get to that position, you are a minister. He has been a minister for more than 20 years since he was born, so he naturally understands the thoughts of the men around him.

If he had not reduced the power of the feudal lords, he would not have thought of conquering the world.

But he couldn't allow himself to be bullied, because he had fought hard to become the great general.

Prince Tuo softened his tone and said, "Yanqing, since we have embarked on this road of no return, I have no choice but to take the risk. I love Yang Shuo's talent and will never harm his life unless it is absolutely necessary. You can rest assured about this."

"Your Highness, I just appreciate your talent and I have no dissatisfaction." The man bowed.

King Taku nodded with a smile, "The war is imminent, please pay more attention to the deployment. After this battle, I will launch a full-scale counterattack, and I can't afford to waste time on all fronts!"

He must take advantage of the victory to expand his territory, because only with territory can he have enough supplies.

"Wait," King Tuo stopped Gu Yanping from leaving, "There is a man named Lu Yaowen who has good political achievements. You should investigate him carefully. If he is loyal enough to me, send him to take over the cities we conquer later. They are all the people of my Great Qin, and we must comfort them well."

"Yes, I have also heard of this person. He is very capable."

"When he governs the country, he will need capable ministers like you. But in my heart, you will always be my brother."

"The friendship we grew up with is something I will never forget."

But Gu Yanqing knew in his heart that the friendship between the monarch and his subjects began with a small ripple and ended in the grass, and would eventually fade away.