The Dalong soldiers and horses, who once again failed to attack the city, had to retreat amid the sound of gold foil.
With the siege of the city in the past few days, General Dalong also discovered that although the cities of the three prefectures of Jianzhou were not as tall as the twelve cities on the border, due to the natural dangers, it was far more difficult than attacking the twelve main cities.
Especially the number of troops stationed in the city has already far exceeded that of the previous border city.
The strategy of cavalry assisting sharpshooters in attacking the city did work initially, causing heavy casualties to the Jin Kingdom's defenders.
However, within a few days, this strategy was defeated by 70% of its power.
In order not to waste the relatively small number of Lei Zhenzi, Yunyang could only put this method aside.
The sun has completely set over the Western Mountains, and night has once again enveloped the earth.
The exhausted soldiers and horses of the two countries began the repair operation under the cover of night.
Especially for the dragon army, the cost of attacking the city was several times greater than the cost of defending the city. After dinner, they went back to their tents early to rest.
The only ones who didn't rest were the scouts from both sides, who were constantly running around to investigate the other side's situation.
The tall northern city wall of Jianzhou City blocked the rising hazy moonlight. Under the dark city wall, dozens of figures could be seen faintly groping toward the city gate.
Dozens of people's heads were turning frequently, holding horses wrapped in coarse cloth with horse hooves. They scanned the surrounding environment with sharp eyes. Their palms had already been placed on their respective weapons. If a sudden change occurred, they could immediately take action to defend against the enemy.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and a dozen people finally arrived under the North City Gate without disturbing anyone.
A strange bird call came out, and the hanging basket on the city wall was quickly lowered with a creaking sound.
Within a short time of tea, more than a dozen people, including men and horses, all climbed up the tall city wall with the help of hanging baskets.
On the city wall, Wanyan Chizha knelt on one knee in front of the Queen. Looking at the Queen in a smart outfit, he sighed softly and spoke.
“Your Majesty, why are you doing this?”
Wanyan Chizha's tone was unspeakably heavy, and he obviously did not want to see the Queen appear here.
This is a place where a war can break out at any time. If His Majesty appears here and is injured, not only will morale be greatly reduced, but the morale of the army will be unstable, and the precarious Jin Kingdom will no longer have any hope.
The Queen hurriedly helped Wanyan Chizha up: "Uncle Wang, it's not convenient to talk here, go to your residence."
The Queen and her guards have already climbed onto the city wall. They are done, and there is nothing Wanyan Chizha can do.
He could only go to the south city gate tower where he was resting temporarily, following the queen.
About the time it took to burn the incense, Wanyan Chizha, who was pouring tea for the Queen, became a little brighter after hearing what the Queen said softly.
“What? Another 130,000 troops came to our aid?”
The Queen nodded silently and sighed quietly as she looked at Wanyan Chiezha who was inexplicably surprised.
“This is the last strength of our country, Dajin. If we can no longer stop the attack of Dalong’s soldiers and horses, our country, Dajin, will never have this battle in this world again.
Looking at the sad Queen, Wanyan Chizha handed the tea to the Queen and gently sat down on the chair with a complicated expression.
“I dare to ask Your Majesty, but there are 100,000 cavalry under the command of the old man in Wanyan Qingshan, the ancestral land?”
The Queen took the warm tea and drank it in one gulp to moisten her throat that had been dry all afternoon.
“It is the one hundred thousand soldiers and horses guarding the ancestral land. I invited my uncle to come into the palace for a while and told him my current situation in Dajin without any concealment, and also stated the pros and cons.
After discussing with the elders of his ancestral land, my uncle agreed to lead troops to support the war, provided that the court could not interfere with his use of troops, and he had full rights to make his own decisions."
Wanyan Chizha tapped his fingers lightly on the table and thought for a moment.
“In other words, once the war takes a turn, the dragon army will still move forward unstoppably. Does this old man have the right to lead the army to retreat at any time?”
In response to Wanyan Chizha's to-the-point words, the Queen nodded helplessly. She didn't know the fundamental reason why Wanyan Qingshan made this request.
The reason why Wanyan Chizha led the troops was too domineering was just his fault.
His real purpose is nothing more than to lead the last members of the Jin Kingdom to evacuate the battlefield at any time when the situation is not good, in order to seek opportunities to develop and grow again in the future.
The Queen felt like Ming Jing, but she had no choice but to do so. After all, the 100,000 soldiers and horses in her ancestral land were completely out of her control.
Wanyan Qingshan's agreement to send troops to help has already given himself a lot of face, so how can he add another layer of shackles to him?
What if the talks break down and Wanyan Qingshan refuses to send troops, what can he do?
That is truly self-defeating.
Wanyan Chizha could tell at a glance that the Queen was also under great pressure and did not want to continue discussing this issue, lest it touch the Queen's final dignity.
He thought the same as the Queen. Wanyan Qingshan was able to send troops to help, which was already a great favor to the emperor.
As long as he can contain part of Dalong's troops, it will be a great favor to Dajin in the moment.
As for the outcome, it all depends on God’s will.
“Where are the other 30,000 troops? Where did they come from?”
“The 30,000 howling wolf mausoleum-protecting army led by Tuoba Hu of the Tuoba family.”
Wanyan Chizha frowned: "Even the Wolf Howling Army guarding the imperial mausoleum has been dispatched. Is Your Majesty really planning to break the deadlock with the dragon fish? The veteran feels that temporarily avoiding the edge is the most correct choice.
As the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood.
As long as we save face and be patient, making a comeback is not a problem at all.
If we really have to compete with Dalong and decide whether to kill a fish or break the net, I, Dajinke, will really perish."
The Queen put down the tea cup in her hand and walked towards the outside of the city gate tower. Looking at the endless bonfires at the Dalong Military Camp outside the city, the Queen's eyes were filled with sadness and helplessness.
“Uncle Wang, it’s not that I have to fight the big dragon fish to death, but I have no choice but to do this.
Our subjects, Dajin, have been living in this land for hundreds of years. As the Turkic Khan said, the Turks can retreat at any time, but I, Dajin, have already taken root on the ground. How can we retreat?
You don’t know how much effort it took to allow the people of southern Xinjiang to temporarily evacuate southern Xinjiang and temporarily live in northern Xinjiang.
Do you think that if we evacuate all the cities and return to our ancestral land, the people will really respond to the court's order and give up their family property in vain?
Once the imperial court imposes an order, I am afraid that before Dalong’s soldiers and horses arrive, I, Dajin, will already be in chaos.
At that time, Dalong's soldiers and horses will be able to capture our country, Shanji, which is the great gold, without any effort.
Now the soldiers are rushing forward one after another, fighting desperately to stop the enemy, not because I and Uncle Wang are so powerful, knowing that the enemy is strong, but still trying to stop the enemy with all their lives, but because the soldiers also want to defend the inheritance left to them by their ancestors.
They are not fighting for the court, but for themselves.
At least 80% of the soldiers are fighting for their homeland. Once I give the order to retreat, the people of the court will lose all their support, and I am afraid they will perish even faster than now."
The Queen looked at Wanyan Chizha's increasingly serious expression, clenched her fist and punched the guardrail hard.
“Furthermore, Uncle Wang, have you ever thought about whether the subjects of the ancestral land will really welcome us?
Who should listen to me, the Emperor of Jin, and Wanyan Qingshan, the patriarch, in the ancestral land? I'm afraid it will be the time."
“This” Wanyan Chiezha’s eyes became sad: “What your Majesty said, I didn’t even take it into consideration. It’s because I lost my mind.
At this point, it seems that the only option left is a fight to the death."
“Alas...Uncle Wang, it’s not that I don’t want to retreat, I just want to watch my subjects fight to the death with the enemy.
But I can’t retreat.
If you fight, you still have a glimmer of hope; if you retreat, you will definitely be destroyed."