In the famine, others ate Guanyin soil, but he had space to build a farm.

Yang Chenhe was a big shot in front of Chongming! He was also the Minister of War! Naturally, no one could stop him from entering the camp!

"Minister Yang! You are finally here! Governor Ma has been waiting for you for a long time! Please follow me!" At this time, the adjutant sent by Ma Weidong to greet Yang Chenhe came up.

Yang Chenhe smiled and nodded, saying, "I know Governor Ma is waiting for me inside, please take me there!"

The adjutant led the way, and Yang Chenhe followed behind and came to Ma Weidong's tent.

Ma Weidong stood up immediately when he saw Yang Chenhe coming, and said with a smile, "It's an honor to have you, Minister Yang!"

"Governor Ma, you are too polite! Governor Ma is now leading the troops to defend the capital! This is a blessing for Da Kun!" Yang Chenhe said and sat down.

Ma Weidong also sat down below Yang Chenhe and said, "Da Kun's safety is the responsibility of us ministers!"

Yang Chenhe laughed and said, "What does Governor Ma think of this barbarian army?"

"The barbarians originated from between the White Mountains and the Black Waters. They live a hard life and are wild and difficult to tame! But it is precisely because of this environment that each of them has a high combat effectiveness. In addition to these people, they continue to plunder people from the Central Plains and intermarry with other grassland ethnic groups in the north. The population continues to grow and expand. Otherwise, they would not be able to mobilize tens of thousands of troops at a time. They are called barbarians! In fact, this army is mixed with people from the Central Plains and grasslands. On the contrary, the barbarians are the least. So it is not impossible for our army to fight them. The reason why they can enter the heartland of our Central Plains! Is mainly because the cities and villages do not support each other. This gives them an opportunity to take advantage of it. If someone can mobilize the entire defense system of the Northeast, how can they be allowed to march straight in." Ma Weidong sighed at this time.

"Governor Ma! You have a clear vision! If you were asked to lead the Northeast Army, how confident are you in defeating these barbarians?" Yang Chenhe asked with a smile.

Ma Weidong hesitated for a moment, then said: "One percent! I am only one percent sure!"

"One percent?" Yang Chenhe frowned. He knew that Ma Weidong's words were definitely exaggerated, but he also knew that what he said was definitely true.

"Yes! I am only 10% sure! Now the blind people have grown stronger and many grassland tribes have united with them! To defend against them, not only the Northeast but the entire North is their attack direction!" Ma Weidong said at this time.

Yang Chenhe nodded and said, "Okay! I understand! So is there no one who can deal with them?"

"If Marshal Yuan was still here, maybe there would still be a possibility! The armies in the Northeast are unruly! It is difficult for them to form a unified command because they are unwilling to submit to each other! Only Yuan Chong, who built this army and is in charge of the city defense in the Northeast, can truly mobilize them at will! Only then can the power of the entire Northeast defense be unleashed!" Ma Weidong thought of this at this time.

The night was as dark as ink, and the lights in the big tent flickered, illuminating the thoughtful faces of Ma Weidong and Yang Chenhe. As soon as Ma Weidong finished speaking, Yang Chenhe's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had penetrated the endless darkness and saw the distant northeastern defense line.

"Yuan Chong..." Yang Chenhe muttered to himself. This name was both a form of admiration and a regret for him. Yuan Chong, the general who once dominated the world and built the Northeastern Defense Line into an iron wall, was now gone because of a sudden and unfounded charge.

"The death of General Yuan is indeed a great loss for our Dakun." Yang Chenhe took a deep breath and said slowly, "But now that things have come to this, we can't just sit there and wait for death. Governor Ma, how do you think we should deal with the current situation?"

Ma Weidong pondered for a moment and said slowly: "First, we need to reintegrate the Northeastern army and let them form a unified command system. Only in this way can we exert our greatest combat effectiveness. Secondly, we need to strengthen the communication between the cities and villages to form an indestructible line of defense. Finally, we need to recruit more warriors to expand our army."

"All of this takes time." Yang Chenhe frowned, "Moreover, what we lack most now is time. The barbarian army has already marched straight in. If we can't react quickly, I'm afraid the consequences will be disastrous."

"Indeed." Ma Weidong nodded, "but we can't act blindly. We need a careful plan, a plan that can defeat the barbarians in one fell swoop." If you do this now, I'm afraid you are not sure you can defeat them! After all, the troops coming to support are not as good as the Northeast Frontier Army! The most important thing is that half of the national treasury is used to defend against these barbarians every year! It has long been overwhelmed! Now there is a drought in the west! There are floods in the southeast again! And some people in the west have already raised the flag of rebellion! Governor Ma means that we can negotiate peace with the barbarians! If we can buy a few years! Wait until the drought and floods in the country are over! After those rebellions are settled, we will concentrate our forces to deal with the barbarians! With the strength of the whole country, these barbarians will be easily captured!" Yang Chenhe finally told the purpose of his visit.

As night fell, the camp was brightly lit, but in this silence, a storm was about to erupt. Ma Weidong, the usually calm and reserved general, suddenly changed his expression, like steel burning in a raging fire, and could no longer hide his inner anger. With a firm light in his eyes, he looked directly at Yang Chenhe opposite him, and spoke in a loud and passionate voice.

"Chen He!" Ma Weidong shouted angrily, breaking the silence of the palace. "The treaty under the city walls has always been a shame in history books. As an important official of the court, have you forgotten the glory and dignity of our ancestors?" His voice echoed in the palace, and every word seemed to hit people's hearts like a hammer.

"Now the enemy troops are approaching the capital, and the country is in danger. We, as the pillars of the court, do not think about how to deploy troops and win battles on the battlefield, but instead talk about peace talks every day." Ma Weidong's voice became more and more excited, his fingers tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, as if ready to draw the sword at any time.

"Have you ever thought that the humiliation of the Southern Song Dynasty is an eternal pain. How can we allow it to happen again today? That is a betrayal of our ancestors and a shame to the nation!" There was an unyielding light in his eyes, and every word revealed his deep concern and firm belief in the country.

"If we choose to negotiate peace, we will surely be criticized by the world. Do we want to repeat the mistakes of Marshal Yuan Chong and let future generations point at our spines and spit on us?" Ma Weidong's voice was as shocking as thunder, and his anger had reached its peak.

At this moment, Ma Weidong seemed to have turned into a furious King Kong, and every word he said was full of power. His words were like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the weakness and incompetence of the court. His anger was not only a strong opposition to the peace talks, but also a deep concern for the fate of the country.