The Minnan King pretended to be dead, leaving Zhao Xiaole with no other options.
Drive the donkey to the grindstone.
But the other party refuses to hold me back and is trying to retreat!
Zhao Xiaole was also completely disappointed with the Minnan King.
Even if he forces the other side to send troops now, the final result will be nothing but work and no effort. There is nothing he can do.
Zhao Xiaole could only think of another way.
With a cold snort, Zhao Xiaole led the guards away from the city, then picked up the Queen from the official residence and left Li City together.
Just after Zhao Xiaole left, the Minnan King woke up.
He was just pretending to be faint.
And he is extremely cautious by nature.
He was worried that Zhao Xiaole would take him as a hostage, so he deliberately pretended to be unconscious to delay Zhao Xiaole's important event.
The final result must be that Zhao Xiaole was forced to give up Xunyang.
Follow the plan of the Minnan King.
Therefore, after Zhao Xiaole left, the Taifu whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty, the Marquis Zhenguo has left."
The King of Minnan woke up immediately.
He first opened one eye slightly and looked at it secretly.
After it was confirmed that there was no sign of Zhao Xiaole, the King of Southern Fujian said, "Really?"
The Taifu nodded, "Really, Your Majesty, he has brought people down to the city just now. It's starting to rain now, let's get out of here first!"
"No, I will continue to pretend to be dead. When Zhao Xiaole leaves Licheng, you can wake me up again!"
The King of Minnan closed his eyes again and fainted.
The Taifu sighed, "Okay."
Later, he asked people to bring parasols and cushions and put them on the Minnan King, and also used a canopy to protect him from the rain.
Although the rain is not heavy, the autumn rain is the best in that it lasts continuously.
Soon, the doctor who was called pretended to check the Minnan King's pulse, and a group of soldiers also cooperated very well.
They all put on expressions of mourning, as if the King of Southern Fujian was really dead.
During this process, Taifu had been asking people to find out about Zhao Xiaole, and the sound of carriages and horse hooves passed through the city.
The Taifu said excitedly: "Your Majesty, Zhao Xiaole is gone. He is really gone this time. He will never come to pester us again."
When the Minnan King heard this, he jumped up from the ground. Regardless of his injuries and the pouring autumn rain, he lay on the wall and watched Zhao Xiaole leave.
The King of Minnan said happily: "Haha, I finally got rid of him. So what if you are good at martial arts?"
"When we arrive in southern Fujian, this is my king's territory. What can you do to me?"
The Taifu thought for a while and said: "Your Majesty, after Zhao Xiaole leaves this time, I am afraid that Juyong Pass will be lost."
"Wouldn't it be a pity if those firearms fell into the hands of barbarians?"
"Should you tell Zhao Xiaole that since Juyong Pass will be lost sooner or later, why not give these firearms to the prince in exchange for an opportunity to send troops?"
The King of Minnan thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, those firearms will belong to me sooner or later."
"The barbarians are in a barren area and have no business in production, but they should also know how to use all the water to catch fish. If Xunyang falls, Zhao Xiaole will definitely ask me to send troops. At that time, he will have to hand over his firearms."
"And I only need to bluff and threaten to cut off the barbarians' retreat. The barbarians will definitely not dare to stay in Xunyang for a long time."
The Taifu frowned and said, "But now that Jingyang is surrounded by enemies, what should we do if the barbarians continue to move north?"
The King of Minnan sneered, "Humph, if Jingyang is really exhausted, then let the barbarians become my sword, go to the Central Plains and compete with the Yan people, and compete with the Yue people!"
"And as long as I firmly control the fate of Yue people, is it not easy to hold the world firmly?"
Although the King of Southern Fujian indulged in wine and sex, he was still a powerful man after all.
It is impossible to say that he does not have the revenge of annexing the world.
It's just that his long-term life as a local emperor gradually obscured his ambition.
The King of Minnan is that king after all.
…
On the carriage.
Zhao Xiaole was flipping through the topographic map in his hand.
The queen was silent.
The sound of autumn rain and the sound of cars and horses outside came in at the same time.
Zhao Xiaole was not affected at all and remained focused.
The queen said: "Zhao Xiaole, you are still too young. When you come to the territory of the King of Southern Fujian, you will be the one who is targeted after all."
"Really?" Zhao Xiaole didn't even raise his head.
The queen sneered when she saw this.
At this time, the team stopped, and soon a general came to report, "Master Marquis, there are two roads ahead. The path collapsed after the rain, making it difficult to walk."
"I would like to ask for your instructions, do you want to take a detour?"
Zhao Xiaole was still looking at the map. After being silent for a long time, he said: "We are not going back to Juyongguan. We will continue to go south. Be careful to avoid the eyes and ears of the barbarians!"
The official outside was obviously stunned, and then replied: "Yes!"
Inside the carriage.
The queen's brows furrowed, "Zhao Xiaole, what on earth are you trying to do? The barbarians invaded this time. There are more than 200,000 troops. Are you planning to go deep into the tiger's mouth with these two thousand people?"
Zhao Xiaole looked at the drawings and said calmly: "If you want to resolve the war as soon as possible, this is the only way."
"Since the King of Minnan refuses to send troops, I have no other choice."
The queen sneered and said: "It's ridiculous. You two thousand people are not enough to fill people's teeth, and you still want to block the retreat of the barbarians?"
"Are you crazy?"
Zhao Xiaole still didn't raise his head, "If you are afraid, I can have someone take you back to Juyongguan."
The queen snorted coldly, "How can this saint be afraid? What a joke!"
Zhao Xiaole nodded, "I think so too."
Afterwards, both of them stopped talking.
The Queen had a sneer on her face, waiting to see Zhao Xiaole's joke.
Two thousand cavalrymen wanted to block the barbarians' retreat.
It's simply ridiculous.
History has never heard of such a battle.
In other words, there have been cases where a small number defeated a large number, and there were also one or two such cases when the disparity in military strength was too great.
However, when later generations of military strategists analyzed these cases, they often scorned them.
That kind of victory is based on many favorable conditions, and is only possible even when the enemy commits irreparable mistakes.
Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to win.
When wars are fought a thousand or ten thousand times, there will always be one or two miraculous battles.
But that is an individual case and cannot be the norm.
Now, Zhao Xiaole used 2,000 cavalry to block the retreat of more than 200,000 other soldiers. The disparity in strength was more than a hundred times.
It's impossible to do it no matter what.
The team drove all the way south. Around dawn, the scouts from the front came to report and discovered the enemy's patrol team.
Zhao Xiaole, who had been thinking about it all night while leaning on the carriage, immediately opened his eyes and said, "It's great, have we finally met?"
He immediately walked out of the carriage and issued an order: "Everyone should stay hidden and wait for my order to attack. Don't miss anyone."