"People are being evacuated."

Meng Shulan said to Qi Yuanqing, "Take a thousand people from the east gate and transfer all the remaining people in the city from the north gate."

Qi Yuanqing was stunned and said: "With these craftsmen gone, the tools and arrows in the city will no longer be able to be remade."

"enough."

Meng Shulan said, "It's not too late to make the extra ones after this battle."

The generals' hearts sank, knowing that it was time for a decisive battle.

Qi Yuanqing led people to move the masses, and Meng Shulan discussed with Yin Qiu and Shang Ming the arrangements for the final decisive battle.

After everything was explained, Meng Shulan remembered one person: "Where is Supervisor Yin?"

Shang Ming pursed his lips and sneered: "He ran away a long time ago! That kid heard that Wen Zhemao led a hundred thousand troops to attack Qiuji, so he packed up his things overnight and left the city among the evacuated people."

Meng Shulan frowned when he heard this, but didn't say much. He just asked Yin Qiu and Shang Ming to prepare for the final battle.

Victory or defeat depends on this.

Standing on the city wall of Talir, looking at the crowd of people below the city, Meng Shulan pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull war drums roared, and the troops under the city wall charged again.

The armor is clanging, the sound is like thunder, the beacon fire fills the sky and covers the sun and the moon, and the people on the ground are like ants walking down in an endless stream.

"kill!"

The sound of fighting came out with the wide open city gate, the rumble of chariots, and the neighing of war horses, like a song of victory or a song of lamentation.

Arrows rained down suddenly, and before the two sides came into contact with each other, the first round of confrontation began.

The rain of arrows has stopped, and only the clanging sounds of fighting can be heard.

One day and night later, the Xirong and Qiang coalition forces broke through the gate of Tahrir City and started a street battle with the remaining Tahrir army.

*

March 10th, Northwest Joint Defense Battalion.

After seven days of sleepless raids, Yan Qing and Hongzhuang rushed to the Northwest Joint Defense Camp.

"Who is coming!"

The soldiers guarding the camp saw the two men approaching on horseback from a distance, pointing their long grass slantingly in their hands, and shouted loudly.

"The newly appointed Northland Defense Envoy Yan Qing, along with the Western Xinjiang Transfer Order, seeks to see the Commander-in-Chief of the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion!"

Yan Qing reined in his horse and answered loudly, showing the imperial edict and the seal given to him by Meng Shulan.

The soldiers guarding the camp received the imperial edict and the seal, checked it, and then respectfully let him go.

Yan Qing and Hongzhuang handed over their horses to the soldiers guarding the camp, and followed the soldiers leading the way into the Northwest Joint Defense Camp.

The two commanders in charge of the northwest joint defense battalion and the two commanders in charge of the joint defense battalion were shocked when they heard the reports coming from the soldiers below. They quickly stood up and went out of the tent to greet Yan Qing and others who were approaching quickly.

"I have finally seen the defense envoy."

The two commanders hurriedly greeted each other.

"No need to be polite."

Yan Qing raised his hand first, helped the two of them up, and went straight to the topic, "Have the two generals received a letter asking for help from Western Xinjiang?"

Ma Zhian and Lin Jianghai were both shocked.

"To be honest, General, we just received a request for reinforcements yesterday and are currently discussing the matter of reinforcements."

Lin Jianghai reacted first and said to Yan Qing, "Right now, the northwest is covered with heavy snow, roads are blocked, rivers are frozen, horses are stuck, and boats are impassable. It's difficult to reinforce Western Xinjiang!"

Ma Zhi'an glanced at Lin Jianghai, who had immediately made his acquaintance. A dark color flashed in his eyes, but he said to Yan Qing: "Sir, the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion is a joint effort between the two armies. Although the border areas have requests for reinforcements, once the joint defense battalion is

If the troops are mobilized and the enemy takes advantage of the situation, it will be a huge disaster."

Upon hearing this, both Yan Qing and Lin Jianghai's expressions darkened, and they both looked at Ma Zhi'an.

Lin Jianghai even winked at Ma Zhi'an and reminded in a low voice: "Don't be stupid at this time!"

Ma Zhi'an didn't care, and just said to Yan Qing: "I know that you are from Western Xinjiang. At least half of the brothers in this camp will listen to your transfer, but I also want to remind you that the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion is a joint defense camp between Western Xinjiang and Northern Xinjiang."

Xinjiang is jointly managed. If you want to mobilize troops, in addition to the order from the Marshal of the Troops and Horses of Western Xinjiang, you must also have the order from the Marshal of the Troops and Horses of Northern Xinjiang."

"Xinjiang is in a hurry right now. When the order from Zhenbei Marquis comes, the day lilies will be cold!"

Lin Jianghai argued with Ma Zhi'an, "We have agreed before that we will first send troops to Xijiang for reinforcements. On the way, I will explain the situation to the Marquis of Zhenbei and make up for the transfer order. What are you doing at this time?"

Ma Zhi'an glanced sideways at Lin Jianghai: "That was when you were commanding the army. Now, with the defense commander in person, the situation is naturally different. You and I have the power to temporarily mobilize troops when the two frontiers are in danger, but only

Five thousand people. But looking at the menacing appearance of the defense envoy, only five thousand people may not be able to satisfy her appetite."

Lin Jianghai's veins jumped at Ma Zhi'an's aggressive tone. He really wanted to pry Ma Zhi'an's head open to see what paste was inside!

"The young general is not someone who takes advantage of chaos to seek power!"

Lin Jianghai scolded, "Stop speculating on people with those conspiracy theories! Who do you really think you care about with the few soldiers you have in the joint defense camp in Northern Xinjiang?"

"Although there are few soldiers in the joint defense camp, they are all elite. You come from Western Xinjiang and blindly obey the Yan family, but I cannot hand over my brother's life to the hands of a yellow-haired girl."

Ma Zhi'an did not refute that he was afraid that Yan Qing would mobilize troops without orders, and that he was plotting against his troops in northern Xinjiang. Instead, he bluntly expressed his distrust of Yan Qing.

Lin Jianghai also wanted to argue with Ma Zhi'an, but was stopped by Yan Qing.

"How many troops does the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion have?"

Yan Qing asked Lin Jianghai.

Lin Jianghai looked at Yan Qing, who was not angry but ignored Ma Zhi'an. He was a little stunned. The corner of his eye fell on Ma Zhi'an and said: "There are 20,000 people here in Western Xinjiang and 30,000 in Northern Xinjiang."

Yan Qing nodded and said: "Deploy 30,000 elite troops and set off to reinforce Western Xinjiang the next day."

Lin Jianghai hesitated, but Ma Zhian, who was ignored, shouted: "You can transfer 30,000 people at your request? If the enemy takes the opportunity to attack the joint defense battalion's defense line, will you be responsible for anything that goes wrong?"

Yan Qing's eyes turned cold, he drew his sword out of its scabbard and asked: "If Western Xinjiang is broken and Xirong marches straight into Wu'an hinterland, will you bear the responsibility?"

Ma Zhi'an was shocked, but he quickly reacted. He held the cold sword on his neck and said unconvinced: "To mobilize a large number of joint defense battalion troops, there must be an order from the marshals of the two Xinjiang soldiers and horses. This is the rule!"

"You fucking idiot!"

Lin Jianghai was so angry that he slapped Ma Zhi'an on the head, separated his neck from the blade of the sword, grabbed his collar, pointed at the inscription on the hilt and asked him to read, "Open your eyes and see what kind of sword is this?"

Shang Fang is a master of swordsmanship! But kill first and then show off. Are you going to die?"

Ma Zhi'an was startled. He looked carefully at the inscriptions on the sword and saw that it was indeed Shang Fang's sword.

Looking up again, Ma Zhi'an looked at Yan Qing with shock in his eyes.

In addition to being able to kill first and then kill later, Shangfang's sword is also a symbol of power.

Seeing the sword is like seeing the Holy Master coming in person.

The emperor would actually give such a precious thing to a yellow-haired girl?

"Can the Xijiang transfer order and Yujian Shangfang be able to mobilize the troops of the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion?"
Chapter completed!