"So, I want to know the situation of the Jizhou forces and how the war is going now?"
Meng Da's palm trembled suddenly while he was holding the tea cup, and he almost broke it. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and quickly stood up from the chair. His eyes showed great reverence, and he lost his voice and said: "Young Master, you got up alone to save me in Jizhou?"
"Young Master's great ambition is really impressive. Here, I, Meng Da, on behalf of the warriors of Jizhou and the common people of Li, thank you!"
As he said that, Meng Da was about to kneel down.
Sister Lin Keer also had a look of excitement in her eyes, and she also wanted to kneel down when she stepped forward.
"Absolutely no, what are you doing?"
Ling Tian was startled and quickly stretched out his hand to prevent the three of them from kneeling.
"I'm just determined to do this. Now I'm just trying to kill the enemy, and I haven't accomplished anything yet. I don't deserve your thanks. Get up quickly!"
"This, okay."
Meng Da saw that he couldn't stand anymore, so he stood up and sat back down.
"Meng Mou admires the young master's ardent heart for fisting. However, the Mengshan Sect cannot leave. Otherwise, I will definitely go north and fight to the death with the Huns!"
Meng Da's face turned red with excitement, but after a moment, his whole body softened again, and he said dejectedly: "But, but today's Jizhou martial arts, alas... it's really sad and hateful, they are really sorry for being like this young master.
What a heroic hero!"
Meng Da suddenly slapped the table and said.
"Oh? Why did the sect master say this?"
Ling Tian frowned, seeing Meng Da like this, he thought that the situation in Jizhou might be more complicated than he imagined.
"Young master, you don't know. The situation in Jizhou is not complicated at all, it's just terrible. Jizhou as a whole covers a vast area. You are from Yunzhou, so our Jizhou is almost twice the size of Yunzhou!"
"But there is a huge gap between the spiritual veins between the north and the south of Jizhou. There are eight big cities in the southern part of Jizhou, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the spiritual veins are rich, there are many sects and aristocratic families, and warriors also gather here. We call it southern Jizhou, and in the north of Jizhou, there are many
The mountains are crisscrossed, the land is barren, and it is even freezing in some places, and the spiritual veins are thin. Although there are sixteen cities, there are very few warriors."
"As for the power of Jizhou, it is even simpler. The entire south of Hebei is controlled by the Zhao family, the first family. Although the Marquis of Jizhou is powerful, he is a war madman and does not know how to manage at all. He spends all his thoughts on
He went to the frontier to resist the Huns, but he didn't know that his army was deteriorating day by day, and the sects and families in southern Hebei were even more scattered and had no sense of unity."
"Nowadays, it is reasonable for Jizhou to be vulnerable to the Huns. I have long thought that such a day would come."
Meng Da was so excited that after taking a big sip of the spiritual tea, he started talking non-stop, as if pouring out all the bitterness in his heart to Ling Tian.
"What? A plate of loose sand? Who is the origin of the Zhao family? Is it possible that even the Hou Mansion can't do anything to him?"
Ling Tian said in surprise.
"Of course there is no way. The young master doesn't know something. The Zhao family is not only the first family in Jizhou, but also because he is backed by Prince Rong!"
"What kind of person is Prince Rong? Throughout the Southern Tang Dynasty, Prince Rong covered the sky with his hands. Then the Zhao family had no scruples and ignored everyone in Jizhou because they had their backs in Prince Rong's palace.
Of the two armies, one is controlled by Pei Renji, the Marquis of Jizhou, with less than 500,000 soldiers left. The other is the Eight-City United Army in Southern Hebei, commanded by General Zhao Wuliang of the Zhao family!"
"And the Eight Cities Allied Forces have more troops than the Marquis of Jizhou. I don't know the exact number, but there are at least half a million!"
"As for Zhao Wuliang, he is Zhao Wuji's younger brother. The latter is now highly relied upon by Prince Rong in Zhongzhou. It is said that he is still the commander of the guards in the Prince's East Palace!"
Meng Da said.
"What? Zhao Wuji's younger brother, he is from the Zhao family?"
Ling Tian was surprised when he heard this.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji's family was actually in Jizhou.
And now it seems that he is still arrogant and ruthless.
"That's right, it's from the Zhao family. The Zhao family has a powerful soul. Who can provoke it? Even the Marquis of Jizhou has nothing to do with Zhao Wuliang. I heard that there is an emergency on the border this time, and the Hungarian army is pressing down on the border. Jizhou
Hou's army was defeated and unable to resist at all. I heard that eight border cities were defeated that night, and even the city lord's palace fell. Now seven days have passed, and although the Huns have not yet reached southern Hebei, they can't be too far away.
"
"At the very least, Zhao Wuliang has no intention of sending troops for reinforcements until now."
Ling Tian stood up angrily, "Is he crazy? As a general of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he dares to sit back and do nothing?"
"Haha, let's not talk about the grievances between the Zhao family and the Marquis of Jizhou. The Zhao family wishes that the entire army of the Marquis of Jizhou would be wiped out so that he could replace them. Even if he wants to send troops, he won't have the fighting power in a short period of time."
"I have said that although Jinan is controlled by the Zhao family, the Zhao family is running rampant. Everyone wants to submit, but they are not submissive. Although he has a large army in his hands, they are all members of various sects and aristocratic families.
, who wants to lay down his life for him? So, it is just a piece of loose sand, and he will not take action unless the fight reaches the door of his home."
"What's more, the rebels are between Jizhou and Yanzhou. The elite army led by King Su has not moved yet. He, Zhao Wuliang, does not dare to send troops without authorization."
"Alas, pitiful me, the warrior from Northern Hebei, I am destined to be bloodbathed by the Huns." Meng Da shook his head, feeling dejected.
"Damn it, damn it!"
"Zhao family!?"
Ling Tian gritted his teeth and clenched his fists squeaking.
"So, young master, this is the situation in Jizhou now. Do you still want to save Jizhou?" Meng Da raised his eyes and asked.
"Save, of course we must save."
"However, the Zhao family must be eliminated. If it is not eliminated, the people will not be angry. If it is not eliminated, it will not be enough to rectify the world!"
Ling Tian said coldly.
When Meng Da heard this, his eyes were filled with excitement, but in the end he shook his head.
The Zhao family is too powerful. Although the young man in front of him is powerful, he is still too weak compared to the Zhao family.
"Sect Master, do you have a detailed map of Jizhou for me?"
After a long time, Ling Tian suddenly asked.
"Yes, of course there is."
Meng Da nodded repeatedly, took out a jade slip and handed it to Ling Tian.
Ling Tian took it and took a look with his spiritual mind. It was indeed a complete map of Jizhou, and it was much more detailed than the one Ling Tian had before. Even the military camps in the eight cities were recorded.