The reborn general girl is the emperor

Yan Qing did not give a clear reply.

"Let's talk about this matter after the battle with Xue Yuan is over."

Pressing the center of her eyebrows, Yan Qing's heart was in a mess, and she didn't have any more energy to think about other things at this moment.

After the destruction of Langkou Pass, once Jingcheng can no longer contain the Twelve Xueyuan Division, the Xueyuan Army will definitely attack the North with all its strength.

The snow-capped valley that Jingcheng had to pass through to the Northland was at the most dangerous time at this time; Mocheng's reinforcements to the Northland had to cross the ice rift valley, otherwise they could go around the snow-capped mountains and go to Rocky Town and Aikou Pass.

No matter which side it is, it is not an easy task to get there before the northern land that loses the guard of Langkou pass is captured by the snow field.

As for the Northwest United Defense Battalion...

Xijiang was already closely watched, and when the joint defense battalion moved, the gap in the northwest was revealed.

At a time when foreign enemies are waiting and internal bandits are waiting for shadows, once this gap is opened, it will not be a good thing for the western and northern borders.

In any case, before the Magagehe River melted into ice, a blow that would seriously injure the vitality of the Twelve Departments of the Snowfield was essential.

And be quick, before the snow at Langkou Pass melts.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Qing sorted out the clues.

Seeing that she had sunk into her own thoughts, Meng Shulan sighed softly.

She always prioritizes the big picture over personal emotions.

She always uses this method to avoid things she is not good at, but this makes it even more difficult for people to look away.

Forget it, he already knew this would be the result before he came.

Without saying anything, Meng Shulan got up and put a note on the table, and left the big tent without saying a word.

He has pushed her hard today, it's time to give her some time to be quiet.

Although she probably doesn't have the heart to think about it now, she can't ignore it in Xijiang.

Watching him leave the big tent, Yan Qing pursed his lower lip, but also didn't say anything, and stretched out his hand to read the note.

The familiar handwriting on the note came from her teacher Bai Shu.

Since the death of her father and brother, the affairs of Xijiang are basically taken care of by Baishu.

Neither she nor Meng Shulan could do without his help.

Now, for the first time, her teacher, who has always been her assistant, asked her to return to Western Xinjiang in a strong tone.

Combining what Meng Shulan said before, she probably also knows why the teacher hurriedly called her back to Xijiang.

But she can't go yet.

Looking sideways at the map hanging in the big tent, Yan Qing threw the note in his hand into the brazier beside him.

The emperor is still there, and as the chief general, she must not leave her post without authorization.

And most importantly, the Northland must not be lost.

Otherwise, everything she did before would be in vain.

Only by winning this battle, so that the Twelve Departments of Xueyuan will not dare to act rashly, and when Guo Jia opens up the road from the mainland to the Northland, and when the world becomes chaotic in the future, the Northland will be the safest place.

Only then can she do other things without worrying about it.

At the end of April in the fifth year of Qianyuan, it was midsummer, but there was a heavy snowfall in northern Xinjiang.

The weather that had just warmed up suddenly turned cold, and there were more braziers in the camp, illuminating half the sky.

In the glowing flames, snow shards fluttered, like the ashes of paper money flying in front of a grave after being burnt.

Yan Qing stood in an open space outside the camp, facing the direction of Kangdu, threw the paper money in his hand into the circle drawn with white ash, and was licked up by the flames.

In the dark eyes, there are dancing flames and flying ash, and there is no ups and downs like an ancient well without waves.

Meng Shulan picked up the fire, causing the ashes to fly higher and flew in the direction of Kangdu City.

She was paying homage to the half master who came from the capital and returned to the capital, and he was mourning his short-lived cousins ​​and brothers and the empress who died in Huatang.

Neither said a word.

Bailu and Hongying stood not far behind them with three horses. In the shadow of the corner of the wall, Yan Qi led a team of shadows who could not see the light and waited quietly.

Suiying stood by Meng Shulan's side, and after his master got up, he took the ashes-picking branch from his hand.

Yan Qing burned all the paper money in his hand, and tightened his grip on the spear standing beside him.

Picking up the gun and getting on the horse, Yan Qing drove the horse away from the city, but Meng Shulan didn't stop her.

In the cold night, heavy snow fell, dark clouds closed the moon, covering all the sounds in the snow.

When the night watchman realized something was wrong, a sharp knife had already cut his throat. Before the people around him shouted, a group of people appeared out of nowhere in the snow and dragged them all silently into the snow .

After a while, this group of people stood up from the snow again, except for some snow on their clothes, but today it was snowing heavily, with some snow, they couldn't see their faces clearly, and even their figures were blurred Confused, you can only tell friend from foe by clothing.

This team stepped into the camp through the snow, met with the patrolling shift, and passed without a word of greeting.

The leader of the shift took a suspicious look and saw one of them yawned and muttered something in slang, so he thought he was tired and didn't ask any questions.

About a quarter of an hour later, from the back of the Guomulei Snow Mountain, suddenly came the long screeching sound of screeching owls, which lasted for a long time, as if there were birds of prey fighting for the sky in the dark night.

Before the soldiers guarding the camp had time to arrange for people to expel them, they suddenly saw the fire in the back camp, and there was an uproar of voices and chaos.

"Go away!"

The flames soaring into the sky reddened the sky, and the heavy snow all over the sky could not cover the fierce fire.

The general guarding the camp put on his clothes and was about to leave the tent, but he heard the miserable howling from the front camp.

The sound of "enemy attack" was wrapped in the shouts of "running water", "fire fighting", "granary", etc., but it failed to attract people's attention in the first place.

It wasn't until the smell of blood overwhelmed the smell of fireworks in the wind and snow that the panicked people were suddenly startled.

"Meet the enemy!"

The general guarding the camp remained calm in the face of danger, and knocked down a few soldiers who were running around, and a series of orders were conveyed along with the drums and flags, "Report to the commander quickly, the thieves stole the camp!"

The soldiers who sent the letter left the camp quickly, and headed for the camp at Langkouguan in the north from the bank of the Maga Gehe River, around the north of the Guomulei Snow Mountain.

After traveling for a mile, he saw a group of cavalry blocking the road, either facing him or turning their backs to him, and those who saw them died.

Before the soldiers fell to the ground, they only remembered the silver gun of the leader. On a moonless night, the gun's light was as cold as the cold moon.

The plan to raid the Twelve Camps in the Snowfield went smoothly than expected.

Yan Qing raised his gun and looked at the brighter flames in the distance, his dark pupils reflected the heavy snow flying in the fire, like ashes flying in the fire.

The main camp of the Twelve Divisions of Xueyuan has been moved, but in order to confuse the Jingcheng guards, there is still one-third of the soldiers, horses, food and grass in the camp here.

Dismantling this big camp can severely damage the Twelve Department of Xueyuan, but it may also force them to jump over the wall in a hurry.

So it's not enough just to dismantle the camp, we also have to give them the pressure of attacking back and forth.

Turning around and looking in the direction of the north, to the north of the Guomulei Snow Mountain, outside the Langkou Pass, Yan Qing clenched his gun tightly.

The main force of the Twelve Divisions of Xueyuan will definitely return to help. Although the Northland pretends to attack its battalion, it will not put too much pressure on it to preserve its troops.

The main force came to help, and the defeated army fled. They were on the only road they had to pass, and they would be attacked from both front and back.

If it is taken down, the snow field will be severely damaged; otherwise, the bones will be buried in frost and snow.