The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

BEIMENG camp Shuai Zhang, who sits in front of the table and looks at the letter sent by Xia Jun's emissary, has a strange color on his beautiful face.

In the end, they're officially on.

Since the name of Ning Chen, the safety of your majesty and the advance and retreat of the northern Mongolian army are all in the minds of the military strategists. There is no solution to how to choose.

"I have my own sense of propriety. Let's step back." fan Lingyue said indifferently.

"Is" feeling carefree, a sigh, turned away.

Now he can only hope that the military division can reappear the magic and lead the northern Mongolian army out of this dilemma.

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In beichuicheng, Ning Chen stands in front of the window of the house, and is also thinking about countermeasures. The person he has to face is the smartest woman in the world. If she neglects a little, she will pay a price that he can't bear.

He had never seen this woman before, but he suffered losses in fanlingyue's hands again and again. He almost died several times. If it wasn't for his life, he would have been drinking tea with the king of hell now.

Crossing is not omnipotent, but listening to the moon is omnipotent, he suffered enough losses.

Now his only advantage is to hold the little moon in his hand. He has some scruples about listening to the moon. In addition, the moon is a girl's secret, which can always be used for something.

He promised xiaomingyue not to say it, because he was afraid that the little girl would be hurt. He didn't know that Lingyue had such a good advantage, so it was not in vain.

Fan Lingyue will not agree to withdraw 100 percent. How to make the best use of his cards is the most important thing he needs to consider at present.

There were not many troops in beichui City, only 70000, and the 5000 forbidden troops he and xueyihou brought were not one third of the northern Mongolian army.

Seventy five thousand for two hundred and fifty thousand, of which there are 100000 iron riders and 10000 heavy riders. How to think about it is extremely bullshit.

The iron cavalry in northern Mongolia is not an idiot who can't fight without getting off the horse. What's really terrible is the ten thousand invulnerable heavy cavalry, which is a killing machine on the battlefield and can't be stopped.

Heavy riding can't be stopped. This is not just a talk. The Yongye cult in the East is in a mess because of the heavy riding of 30000 deities. If it hadn't been for the triumphal Marquis and 100000 black water troops, the east of Daxia would have been defeated.

The number of heavy riders in northern Mongolia is not as much as that of Yongye cult, but there are 10000. They are still invincible on the battlefield.

There is only one victorious marquis in Daxia, and there are only one hundred thousand black water troops. It is not easy to deal with the heavy cavalry of Wujun and Shenjiao. It is impossible to have extra energy to manage this side.

There is no hope for reinforcements in the short term. The eldest grandson has been struggling in the imperial city now. The sudden death of the Xia emperor has brought more and more obvious impact. Daxia should guard against civil strife again. The forces around the imperial city should never be moved lightly, otherwise, once there is a mutiny, it will be too late to regret.

People's desire for gain is extremely terrible, and they will not give up their peeping at the throne because there are great enemies outside. This is also the reason why the eldest sun and Sangong always dare not lightly establish a new monarch.

Fortunately, the eldest prince said that he didn't show much desire for the throne. He always had an indisputable attitude, but the other two princes were different. After the last summer emperor disappeared, he tried his best to attract a large number of dignitaries. In addition, this time when the summer emperor died, the officials immediately stood in line. The wings of the two princes were plump, and it was impossible to easily cut them off.

In any dynasty, the matter of seizing the emperor's right is full of blood. The great Xia Dynasty has been established for thousands of years, and there are many talented princes. If not for the control of each generation of Xia emperors, this kind of fight will be even bloodier.

Xia Rui brought great trouble to Da Xia before he died. After his death, he also left great hidden danger to Da Xia. The three princes are all the best sons of heaven. One is lucky, the other is disaster.

He knew that his eldest son was struggling, so this time he would be so happy. He agreed to come here. Now that Daxia is facing domestic and foreign troubles, there are not many people he can rely on. If he is asked to come, he must come.

This is the most difficult period of the summer. If you survive, maybe you still have a chance to win. However, the millennium of the summer is really coming to an end.

Master said that Daxia would die. He didn't know if he was in the war, but he had to fight.

Although he doesn't like to say that man is sure to win, he will try his best to fight against the God's will.

"Bad guy, I can't sleep" at this time, Mingyue sat up from the bed, looking worried.

She is a little afraid. Tomorrow, the bad guys and Lingyue sister will start the negotiation formally. She is struggling in her heart and doesn't know who to expect to win.

She knows that sister Lingyue will not retreat, and the war between the two dynasties will continue. She is the emperor of northern Mongolia. Of course, she doesn't want the soldiers of northern Mongolia to bury their bones in other places. If the bad guys get the upper hand, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the army of northern Mongolia. But if sister Lingyue gets the upper hand and continues to go south, I'm afraid that few of the 300000 soldiers can go back alive.

Ning Chen went to the bed and gently rubbed the little girl's hair. He sighed in his heart that this life and death war was doomed to be a road of no return from the beginning.

If Lingyue wants to build a prosperous empire for Mingyue, the road is paved with the bones of the soldiers and common people of the Xia Dynasty. Even the 300000 troops of northern Mongolia will be the victims of the former.He can't say that all Lingyue's actions must be wrong. The war itself is a crime, and there has never been a party with absolute justice. Moreover, no one knows whether this ideal century of prosperity will come or not, and no one can be sure.

Just like he can't convince fan Lingyue, fan Lingyue can't convince him either. He can't accept fan Lingyue's practice of sacrificing millions of lives for an ideal that he doesn't know whether it can be realized. It's not right or wrong, just different ideas.

In the history of China, the most powerful dynasties were unable to unify the world, and the flourishing age of a hundred Dynasties was just a distant goal for the emperors of all dynasties. No one really achieved it.

After a long night, Ning Chen walked out of the room at daybreak. The Marquis of blood was waiting in front of the battle. Today will be the most critical moment of the war between the two dynasties.

The future of Daxia and BEIMENG depends on the confrontation between them today.

The marquis in blood doesn't know if the young man in front of him can bear the burden, but he believes in the Queen's decision.

Neither of them spoke, and with the clatter of five thousand imperial guards, they walked northward step by step.

The two armies were only thirty miles apart. An hour later, the camp of northern Mongolia was close at hand.

The carefree heavy horse is also in good shape. The black heavy armor emits a deep chill in the sun, which makes people feel cold all over.

Between the two armies, an independent Pavilion used to shelter pedestrians from the wind and rain. Today, it will become a place for confrontation between the two dynasties.

All listen to the moon sitting quietly in the pavilion, dressed in a light blue dress, long hair random bundle in the back, beautiful face on a calm, do not see the slightest waves.

Three generals stood outside the pavilion, respectfully guarding the belief of the Royal Court of northern Mongolia.

The marquis in blood accompanies Ning Chen to the pavilion, but stops walking. Today's protagonist is not him, but the woman in the pavilion and the magistrate around him.

Ning Chen walks into the pavilion and looks at the woman who is quietly cooking tea in front of the stone table. She doesn't disturb her.

"Please"

fan Lingyue poured the next cup of tea, pushed it to Ning Chen and said softly.

"Thank you"

Ning Chen takes up the tea and takes a sip of it. It tastes slightly bitter and fragrant in a moment. The tea is good and the craftsmanship of the people who make it is better.

Since they met each other, no one has ever been false, no one has ever hesitated, no one has ever been affectionate, no one has ever been merciful.