Huang Ben was slightly silent and glanced at the map hanging on the wall.
"Your Highness Mi Yan! He now controls the entire Chu army. If he is willing to ascend the throne and become king, perhaps Nan Chu can still be saved!"
Zhaoli also lowered his head. Mi Yan's identity and talent were recognized by the entire Nanchu.
If he can come out and take control of Nanchu, he may really be able to turn the tide.
But that was only temporary. The system of Great Shang was many levels higher than that of Southern Chu. Moreover, Great Shang not only destroyed many vassal states, but also wiped out all the surrounding countries, and even captured Tubo.
No matter in terms of military strength, wealth, or even the supply of food and grass, they were superior to the Chu army.
On the other hand, Nanchu has been fighting for two full years. Although it has expanded a lot of territory, it is all in vain. The national treasury has long been depleted, and even the granary has been quite empty.
Take the Chu army stationed in Qinglin City as an example. They have not seen military pay for half a year, and they only have five days of food and grass left. However, Yingdu may not be able to supply food and grass for a while.
Soon we will run out of food.
Zhaoli and Huang Ben exchanged glances with each other. They knew that now was not the time to discuss this.
No matter what, we still have to prepare for war.
"Report, two generals, thirty miles north of the city, found a merchant sentry!"
Zhaoli frowned slightly: "Thirty miles! It seems that the Shang army is only fifty miles away from here. Send an order for the whole army to go to the city to meet the enemy!"
Huang Ben was also unambiguous, bowed three times to Zhaoyang's body, and then followed Zhaoli to the top of the city.
Huang Ben is a famous general in Nanchu, and Zhaoli has the true inheritance of Zhaoyang. Together, these two people are invincible in the world!
In just half an hour, the merchant army arrived at Qinglin City.
The two hundred thousand cavalrymen were like a mighty wind passing through the country, extremely swift.
Zhao Rui looked at the city wall in front of him with some emotion.
This Qinglin City was the territory of Cai State a long time ago, and was later occupied by Yongxu, and now it is in the hands of Nanchu.
There are conflicts in the world, and the city is uncertain. Today it is in hand, but tomorrow it will be taken away, and the people are miserable!
Zhao Rui was a little more determined in his heart. He was determined to unify the world in the shortest possible time and never let the people suffer from repeated displacement.
"Shout! Tell them to surrender and avoid death!"
Several strong guards immediately rode out and shouted towards the city.
They had enough strength themselves, and they held trumpets made of rolled iron sheets in their hands, and the sound they made was deafening.
It can almost be heard in the entire Qinglin City.
Zhao Lihe and Huang Ben looked at the dark cavalry under the city and sighed.
Cavalry is a unique force no matter which country it is placed in, especially in the south. It takes a lot of manpower and material resources to raise a cavalry team.
In the past, Nanchu might have been able to raise several powerful cavalry teams, but their total number would never exceed 500,000, and even then they would be used scattered in various places.
Moreover, during cavalry expeditions, each cavalry must be equipped with at least two horses for rotation. This does not include the horses that accompany the army to transport food and supplies. Calculating, each soldier has an average of three horses.
In other words, 200,000 cavalrymen have more than 600,000 horses!
Southern Chu was simply unable to do something like Dashang's 200,000 cavalry dispatch in a group.
Today's Nanchu can't even guarantee food and clothing for its soldiers, let alone raise so many war horses.
"Zhaoli, you are the coach here, tell me how to fight this battle?"
Huang Ben's breathing was a little rapid. There were only a mere 150,000 troops in their city, and quite a few of them were old, weak, sick, and disabled, so they couldn't fight at all.
Zhaoli took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the lazy and tired Chu Jun, and sighed helplessly.