After walking like this for less than a month, the saint finally couldn't survive it. The prince in the north of Langyan Mountain sent a request for help every three days, even though the 150,000 Anbei elite and the prince's camp were less than a hundred miles apart.
The prince is not worried about his own safety. Even if he is defeated at Jingmian River, the worst he can do is to retreat from the south bank of Jingmian River to Langyan Mountain. With 150,000 Anbei elites stationed at the rear, the Russians will not dare to pursue him. However, the one who retreats is the prince.
Zhao Zaicheng's position as Prince of the East Palace.
Although the prince had a personal relationship with Su Ce, this friendship had long been severed by the prince. Whether passively or proactively, it was the prince himself who made the decision at that time.
Prince Zhao Zaicheng has experienced countless times that he cannot help himself when he is in his position.
The human heart is uncontrollable!
Far from being decided by a small group of people at the top, a collective tendency is more dominated by the interests of the bottom.
It is an indisputable fact that Anxi robbed Anbei of his military exploits. At this time, Anbei sent 150,000 troops. There might not have been Su Ce's signal. Otherwise, just relying on the will of the saint could not force Anbei to surrender, but it was only
That's all.
"The sergeant is 30% frostbite!" The sage Zhao Yumin sighed, his brows furrowed and his eyes dull for a long time. Anbei was loyal, but his loyalty was to Daqian, not Daqian Zhao.
After a hundred years of endless battles, Anbei's strength accounted for 60% of the army from the founding of the country. Year after year, many soldiers buried their bones in Wuding River, and 60% was beaten to 30%. Li Sizhe took charge of Anbei for more than ten years and recovered to 40%.
The fourth limit in the north is the lowest limit and the condition for Li Sizhe to be willing to retire to Nanshan.
Fear came from the intimidation of an Anbei military leader. On that day, the old commander Li Sizhe entered the palace and shouted in front of him: "Anbei has been fighting to the death for hundreds of years. Why did the saint force him to rebel?"
The allegiance of the frontier army was never to the Daqian royal family. Behind Anbei stood the Guanlong clan, which was passed down through generations. Anxi was formerly the Imperial Guards of the Qi Dynasty, and atoneed for sins in the Western Regions. Behind Annan were the Jiangnan nobles, who civilized the Southern Regions. Andong was originally a Shandong civil servant.
Valve, passed down from generation to generation.
The only armies that are truly loyal to the Daqian royal family are the Sixteenth Guards of the South Yamen, composed of the sons of the thirteen good families, the Forbidden Army of the Beiya, composed of the sons of the good families of Guanluo and Luodu, and the Lingwei, composed of the sons of Qianzhou, the ancestral land of the Zhao family.
If Commander Anbei, who holds 40% of the military strength, wants to subvert Kyushu, he will not say the word "force rebellion". The sage Zhao Yumin sighed again: "After all, I am anxious!"
"The world belongs to the people of the world, and Anbei is just the sword and shield of the people of the world!" After hearing what Su Ce said, the second prince Zhao Zaixiao hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Needless to say, the road ahead was impassable at this time. The second prince, Zhao Zaixiao, had people set up tents on the roadside. The road would be cleared tomorrow. He had become accustomed to such road conditions in recent months.
On the tea table given by the fourth brother, the pine cones were burning with low flames, the spring water in the copper pot was already boiling, and hot water was added to the purple clay pot. The tea from the south was bitter, but it was not as bitter as Su Ce's words, which made him, the prince of the Zhao family, feel bitter.
"Can't we walk on this road well?" Colonel Zhao Zai took a sip of hot tea, which was bitter but sweet.
Su Ce threw a piece of preserved fruit into his mouth. He didn't know how to drink tea. He smiled and said, "Second Prince, King of Shu, Zhao Zaixiao, who are you at this moment?"
Before the second prince Zhao Zaixiao could answer, Su Ce motioned for the second prince Zhao Zaixiao to drink tea, but the tea blocked the second prince's answer.
Su Ce stood up, looked at the thin spring breeze on the low mountain in the distance, and the lively village at the foot of the mountain, and said: "Today is New Year's Eve. My son, 150,000, is accompanying the prince in the cold wind in the north. 350,000
Guarding the Duhu Mansion, half a million old soldiers are now at home looking forward to a good harvest next year. Did you know that for this last battle, Anbei prepared 200,000 general jars, but because of the prince, his long-cherished wish has been delayed.
It can’t be settled.”
"Millions of military households!"
"You are the King of Shu at this time, and I am the commander of the Northern Army. On behalf of the millions of military households in Anbei, please ask the King of Shu to come forward and lead the troops north! There are 500,000 elite troops in Anbei, go north to destroy the Hu, and the name of the King of Shu will no longer be
The grace of a saint is forged by supreme military merit."
"If you are the second prince, and I am the uncle of Jingyang County, and on behalf of Guan Long, I would like to ask the second prince to stop correspondence with Chang'an. I would like the support of 50% of the nobles. Why can't the second prince take a seat in the East Palace?"
Hearing Su Ce's words, the fingers of the second prince Zhao Zaixiao trembling while holding the teacup. Hot tea flowed on his fingers, and the teacup in his hand fell to the table.
"Don't panic, if you are Colonel Zhao Zai and I am Su Ce, do you know that in order to suppress millions of military households, I, Su Ce, have killed three purple-clad generals in less than half a year? If I suppress him again, I will not know the number of heads on my neck.
When did someone pick it off?"
Su Ce looked at the second prince Zhao Zaixiao with neither sadness nor happiness in his eyes, and asked sternly: "Who are you at this time?"
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening!" The second prince Zhao Zaixiao suddenly felt weak and slumped down at the tea table. He said in a bitter voice: "The commander of the Northern Army, the uncle of Jingyang County, and my friend Su Ce, if you are
What should Fu Ce do?"
"Su Ce, a soldier in the palace, died when he sold the mansion!" Su Ce raised his head with tears streaking in the corners of his eyes.
At that time, there were six people in Xiaohe Beacon Fort.
Zhao Junjun, a soldier from Henan Province, was born as an Orion hunter. He was good at setting traps, he was honest, and he was physically disabled.
Zhou Zheng, a soldier in Jiannan Prefecture, was born as a salt merchant. He was good at planning and enthusiastic, but his whereabouts are unknown.
Hedong Dao Guanyue, a down-and-out nobleman, taciturn, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, died in battle.
Liu Sanlang of Guan Nei Dao, a son of a good family in Guan Zhong, was warlike, eager for military glory, and died in battle.
Tun Commander Li Feng, a member of the Zhao royal family, remained anonymous, cared for the soldiers, and died in battle.
Six people, three dead and one disabled, Zhou Zheng joined the Peony Guards, and there has been no news yet, but he, Su Ce, has become the leader of the Northern Army.
All the time, Su Ce has become more and more silent. Too many people have just become familiar with him, and they will not be the same the next time they meet, and many people will never see him again.
Su Ce hated war.
There are so many dry bones beside the Wuding River, is it possible that the Mirror River of Ross will become the next Wuding River?
"Why me?" The second prince Zhao Zaixiao looked at Su Ce. The sadness on Su Ce made him feel a little at a loss.
"No reason, I just feel that the king's methods cannot be tainted with dirty taste!" After Su Ce took over the Scout Cavalry Sword Department, he learned a lot of secrets, and Su Ce has never been able to understand the prince's methods!
The king can use power to punish people and use force to suppress people. This is a conspiracy. He can't compete, compete, or be convinced. But the prince is good at strategy. Su Ce will never forget Lu Benlang who committed suicide in the East Palace that day. A good man did not die in battle.
On the battlefield, he died under conspiracy.
"Is this really necessary?" The second prince, Zhao Zaixiao, heard the sound of horses neighing in the woods beside the official road. The trees with only spores could not block the cold light on the weapons.
"The third prince came to see me, but I ignored him. However, the fourth prince is quite powerful. Are you so reluctant to receive him just after leaving his territory? Tea is good tea, drink it slowly!" Su Ce looked at the ambush in the woods.
Don't particularly care.
Even the Peony Guards of the Scout Cavalry Sword Division couldn't figure out the bottom line, let alone the fourth prince who relied on the Jiangnan gentry.
Su Ce nodded towards Luo Yang who was not far away, and Luo Yang shouted: "Defend the enemy!"
He took out a quiver from the quiver, drew his bow and shot into the sky.
The ambush soldiers in the forest heard the sound of thunder, hesitated for a moment, and signaled to their subordinates. In less than a dozen breaths, more than 300 infantrymen wearing leather armor rushed out of the forest.
The second prince Zhao Zaixiao shook his head and smiled wryly at himself. Among the four brothers, he was afraid that he was the only one who could feel at ease with one prince. Looking at Su Ce who was not panicking at all, he relaxed his nervousness and nodded at the palace guards.
nodded.
Two hundred royal guards and one hundred Su palace guards surrounded the carriage and tent. The two hundred royal guards put up their shields and mounted their spears. The Su palace guards drew their bows and did not wait for orders. As long as the ambush came in, they held their bows and arrows.
Once within shooting range, Su Mansion's personal guards fired arrows to disrupt the formation of the ambush troops.
In the village at the foot of the low mountain, the two hundred scout knights and swordsmen heard the sound of thunder. They wore black cloth bags with only two round holes on their heads. They grabbed the helmet next to them and put it on their heads. They grabbed the weapons next to them and got on their horses.
A team of ten people has no subordinates and does not bother to join forces.
When the ambush soldiers saw the dust and smoke emitted by the horses' hooves in the distance and the vibration under their feet, they knew that there was nothing they could do, so they did not hold on and took their companions who were shot by the arrows back to the dense forest.
Su Ce watched the masked scouts arrive, waved his hand, and a team of ten scouts dispersed and disappeared into the dense forest beside the official road.
"The road is clear!" Although Luo Yang was young, he was not frightened by the attack just now. If he was afraid of the attack that had been known for a long time, how could he be embarrassed to serve as a general in the army under the name of the Su family in the future?
Su Ce did not want to stay in the place of right and wrong. The second prince also knew that a gentleman should not build a dangerous wall. He boarded the carriage and the ambush troops were strangled by the scouts. These ambush troops would not be taken seriously by the scouts. The sword scouts
They come from the elite of the Shield Department, and the elite of the Shield Department come from the millions of Northern troops. This ambush is only a small problem for the Scout Cavalry and Sword Department.
The motorcade moved forward again. The second prince, Zhao Zaixiao, sat in the carriage and ignored the beauty's tears. He did not answer Su Ce's question just now, but he already answered it.
If Su Ce is the leader of the Northern Army, then he is the king of Shu; if Su Ce is the uncle of Jingyang County, then he is the next leader of the East Palace; if Su Ce is his friend Su Ce, then he is just Zhao Zaixiao. This question,
Su Ce would not give him an answer, and the final decision would have to wait for the answers from the saints in Chang'an City.
Su Ce's words may seem arrogant, but after knowing Su Ce for so many years, the second prince Zhao Zaixiao knew that these words were not what Su Ce wanted to ask.
One question, three choices, I'm afraid only the last question is what Su Ce wants to ask.
There are millions of military households. The military households can be new soldiers guarding the beacons, they can be frontier soldiers, they can be Feiyi generals, they can be purple generals, they can be Guanlong nobles. They all have one name - the Northern Army.
Ordinary military households want to settle down in one battle and live a peaceful life, generals want to make meritorious service on the battlefield and shine on their family lintel, and nobles want to keep their title intact, and all of these have a prerequisite, and that is
Use the Northern Army as the main force to destroy Hu.
The Beijun was already a copper kettle for boiling water. The spout was originally facing Jiuhu, but the prince blocked the spout. Su Ce used his hand to cover the burning pine cones under the pot. At this time, the lid could not be turned over.
But Su Ce's hand was constantly being burned. The moment before this hand could no longer pick up the copper kettle, Su Ce's hand would probably overturn the entire tea table in order to protect himself.
The Zhao royal family behind him will be scalded beyond recognition by a pot of boiling water.
Su Ce comforted his wife Wang Lan, but he was a little absent-minded. He had been given the choice, the concession, the step, everything that should be given.
The Northern Army has been forced into a desperate situation. I just hope that the saint can make the right choice.
I hope that a Shu palace built with military exploits can satisfy the saint.
One million military households are so huge that no army in this land can match them. But Su Ce knows that these one million military households are too tired. One million military households only account for 40% of the available army. Gan's military strength, while the other millions of military households can form a force that accounts for 60% of Gan's military strength.
War not only has the glory of dying on the battlefield, but also has broken limbs and maimed soldiers. Among millions of military households, at least 100,000 military households are unable to go to the battlefield because they are disabled and carry the name of government soldiers. On the other hand, the rest of the military households, It is not difficult to have one soldier per household.
In the last battle, whoever blocks the Northern Army will be killed by the Northern Army. It takes fifteen years for children to grow up, and it takes fifteen years for the Northern Army to use the first battle to exert its power. Only in this way can the Northern Army pass on, otherwise the Northern Army can only get worse and worse. The weaker it becomes, the more it will eventually be cannibalized by the other five armies.
Strength is just to cover up weakness. The saint has long seen the problems of the Northern Army. The old commander realized later and knew that he was being calculated. So what can he do? As long as the old commander Li Sizhe is still the leader of the Northern Army, the grace and honor given by the saint Zhao Yumin , he still doesn’t understand.
This is also the reason why the old commander chose Su Ce, because not only the saint, but also the Zhao royal family owed Su Ce. The prescriptions Su Ce handed over back then made the Zhao royal family no longer short of money and could suppress the wealthy. Jiangnan gentry, the southern region has always been a forbidden area for empires of all dynasties.
Guan Longxungui made enemies in all directions. In the late Qi Dynasty, due to the war, Guan Longxungui rose up and squeezed the northern gentry. Some of the weak gentry moved southward. The old gentry who stayed behind gathered together and became Shandong clans, and moved southward. In the name of civilizing the Southern Territory, the gentry intermarried with the local forces in the Southern Territory. The intricately connected Jiangnan gentry controlled the most fertile land in the empire except Bashu.
If Su Ce still compromises, there is no need for a saint to take action. The Western Army has an old grudge against Guan Longxungui for the country's subjugation, the Eastern Army has a court dispute with Guan Longxungui, and the Southern Army has a sorrow for Guan Longxungui's southward migration. Only these three parties, This will make the Northern Army tired of dealing with it and embark on a lonely downhill road amid constant consumption.
When the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden; when the cunning rabbit dies, it is cooked by the lackeys.
If there are no flying birds in the sky, a good bow can only make oneself a famous bow and be remembered by others all the time.
If there are no cunning rabbits in the three caves, the running dogs can only turn themselves into wolf dogs, making people afraid.
Su Ce knew that at this time, he could not retreat. He even had to push forward and fight. The Northern Army had been accumulating strength for a long time. Now it was time to let the many opponents who were eyeing them have a taste of the Northern Army's strength. Let them know this. The strength can be maintained for a long time, and now the prince is the weakest among this group of opponents.
Su Ce also wanted to see if he, as a military leader, could have a chance with the Eastern Palace. A prince who was not yet an emperor could not touch him. Instead of letting the Northern Army linger, it would be better to let the Northern Army bloom with the spirit of fighting for a hundred years.