In the commander's tent of the Northern Mongolia Camp, Fan Lingyue sat quietly in front of the desk, looking at the letter sent by the Xia Army envoy, a strange color flashed across his beautiful face.
Finally, they officially faced each other.
Ever since the name Ning Chen was first placed in front of her, she had murderous intentions towards him.
She dislikes unexpected things the most in her life, and the appearance of Ning Chen is very likely to become an unpredictable variable in her plan.
As it turned out, her fears came true.
In just a few short months, Ning Chen ruined too many of her plans, causing the overall situation of the world's summer war that she single-handedly promoted to change one after another.
She wanted to get rid of him, but unfortunately, she never succeeded.
At this point, everything was a foregone conclusion, and she had no choice but to accept the move.
Thinking of this, Fan Lingyue glanced at the messenger in front of him and said calmly, "Go back and tell Ning Chen that I will wait for him to arrive in front of the army tomorrow."
Great Xia The envoy cupped his fists and saluted, then left immediately.
After the messenger left, Fan Lingyue looked at the letter on the table, slowly closed his eyes, and thought deeply, weighing the pros and cons.
Behind him, Qing Wuyou had a slightly worried look on his face, but he didn't dare to disturb him.
The atmosphere in the tent was quiet and depressing. After a long time, Fan Lingyue opened his eyes and made up his mind.
She cannot help but worry about Mingyue's safety, and Ning Chen is very likely to know that Mingyue is a girl's secret. Once exposed, it will be a heavy blow to Northern Mongol Royal Court.
Empress is impossible to be accepted by people all over the world, and Northern Mongolia is no exception.
Mingyue must be rescued, but retreating is absolutely impossible.
Fortunately, Ning Chen also has her own weaknesses, and she is not helpless.
"Come here," Fan Lingyue said.
"Here" a general walked in and saluted respectfully.
"Send this letter to Sword City" Fan Lingyue took out a letter that had been prepared and explained.
"Yes." The general took the letter and left quickly.
"How's it going in the southwest? It's been a while since the little bald donkey went to Northern Mongolia. Hasn't the old monk made up his mind yet?" Fan Lingyue said calmly.
"According to the spies' report, Master Du'e Temple has begun to recall Buddhist Kingdom monks. It must be soon," Qing Wuyou replied seriously.
"Buddhas who preach justice cannot withstand temptation after all. There is no absolute justice in this world." Fan Lingyue sneered softly, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.
"You can leave now." After asking what should be asked, Fan Lingyue ordered the guests to be kicked out.
"Military Advisor, Your Majesty's side"
Qing Wuyou opened his mouth, with a trace of uneasiness in his eyes. He didn't know what Military Advisor's plan was, but there was no doubt that Great Xia would make a fuss about His Majesty's safety. He was worried that Military Advisor would compromise, but he was even more worried that Military Advisor would be indifferent.
Now, His Majesty's safety and the advance and retreat of the Northern Mongolian army all depend on Military Advisor's thoughts. No matter what choice he makes, it is an unsolvable situation.
"I have my own sense of discretion, please step back," Fan Lingyue said indifferently.
"Yes" Qing Wuyou sighed softly, turned and left.
Now he can only hope that Military Advisor can recreate the magic and lead the Northern Mongolian army out of this dilemma.
Northfall City and Ning Chen stood in front of the window in the house, also meditating on countermeasures. The person he had to face was Fan Lingyue, the smartest woman in the world. If he neglected her in the slightest, he would pay an unbearable price.
He had never underestimated this woman, but he still suffered at the hands of Fan Lingyue again and again, almost dying several times. If not for his fate, he would have been drinking tea with the King of Hell.
Time travel is not omnipotent, but Fan Lingyue is omnipotent, and he has suffered enough losses.
Now his only advantage is to hold Little Mingyue in his hand. Fan Lingyue will have some scruples. In addition, Mingyue is a girl's secret and can always be exchanged for something.
He promised Little Mingyue not to tell the truth because he was afraid that the little girl would be hurt. Fan Lingyue didn't know that such a good advantage would go to waste.
Fan Lingyue will not agree to retreat 100%. How to make the best use of the cards in his hand is what he needs to consider most at the moment.
There are not many soldiers in Northfall City, only 70,000. Plus the 5,000 Imperial Guards he and Blood-clothed Marquis brought, it is not enough for one-third of the Northern Mongolian army.
Seventy-five thousand versus two hundred and fifty thousand, including 100,000 iron cavalry and 10,000 heavy cavalry. No matter how you think about it, it is extremely nonsense.
Beimeng's cavalry are not idiots who can't fight without dismounting. Moreover, what is truly terrifying is the 10,000 invulnerable heavy cavalry. This is a killing machine on the battlefield, and there is no way to stop it.
A heavy cavalry of no more than 10,000 people and a heavy cavalry of more than 10,000 people cannot be stopped. This is not just a saying. The Eternal Night Divine Cult in the east relies on the heavy cavalry of the 30,000 God Cult to defeat Great Xia. If Marquis Kaixuan and 100,000 Blackwater Army had not been dispatched, Great Xia in the east would have been defeated long ago.
The number of heavy cavalry in Beimeng is not as large as Eternal Night Divine Cult, but there are still ten thousand, and they are still invincible and irresistible on the battlefield.
Great Xia There is only one Marquis Kaixuan, and there are only one hundred thousand Blackwater Army. It is not easy to deal with Martial Lord and the heavy cavalry of the divine religion, and it is impossible to have extra energy to take care of this.
There is no hope for reinforcements in the short term. Changsun is already working hard in the imperial city. Xia Emperor's sudden death has made the impact more and more obvious. Great Xia must be careful to prevent civil strife from happening again. The troops around the imperial city must not be moved lightly, otherwise if a mutiny occurs, it will be too late to regret.
People's desire for profit is extremely terrifying, and they will not give up on the throne just because there are powerful enemies outside. This is why Changsun and Three Grand Ministers never dare to establish a new king lightly.
Fortunately, First Prince didn't show much enthusiasm for the throne and had always had an attitude of not fighting or avoiding it. However, the other two Imperial Prince were different. In the last time After Xia Emperor disappeared, he tried his best to win over a large number of powerful people. With the death of Xia Emperor this time, the ministers immediately lined up. The wings of the two Imperial Prince were already full, and it was impossible to cut them off easily.
In any dynasty, Imperial Prince's struggle to seize the direct descendants is full of bloodshed. Great Xia has been in the dynasty for thousands of years. Among Imperial Prince, talents have emerged in large numbers. If Xia Emperor did not exert all its efforts to control each generation, this kind of struggle would be even more bloody.
Xia Rui brought big trouble to Great Xia during his lifetime, and also left huge hidden dangers to Great Xia after his death. The three Imperial Princes are all the favored sons of heaven. One is lucky, and any more are disasters.
He knows that Changsun has been working hard, so he agreed to come here so happily this time. Great Xia Nowadays, there are internal and external troubles, and there are not many people that Changsun can rely on. If he is asked to come, he must come.
This is the most difficult period for Great Xia. If you survive it, you may still have a chance of winning. If you don't survive it, Great Xia's millennium will really come to an end.
The Master said that Great Xia will die. He doesn't know if it is in this war, but he must give it a try.
Although he doesn't like to talk nonsense about man's victory over nature, he will definitely use all his knowledge in his past and present lives to fight against this bullshit Heaven's Will.
"Bad guy, I can't sleep." At this moment, Mingyue sat up from the bed, looking worried that he couldn't hide.
She was a little scared. Tomorrow the bad guy and sister Lingyue would formally start negotiations. She was struggling in her heart, not knowing who to hope to win.
She knew that sister Lingyue would not retreat, and the war between the two dynasties would continue. She was the emperor of Northern Mongolia, and of course she did not want the soldiers of Northern Mongolia to be buried in a foreign land. If the bad guys gained the upper hand, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the Northern Mongolian army, but if sister Lingyue gained the upper hand and continued to go south, I am afraid that not many of the 300,000 soldiers would be able to return alive.
Ning Chen walked to the bed, gently rubbed the little girl's hair, and sighed in his heart, this life-and-death war was destined to be a road of no return from the beginning.
Fan Lingyue wants to build a huge and prosperous empire for Mingyue, but this road is paved with the bones of Great Xia's soldiers and people. Even the 300,000 troops of Northern Mongolia will become victims of the former's ideal.
He cannot say that what Fan Lingyue did was definitely wrong. War itself is a sin, and there is never an absolutely just party. Moreover, no one knows whether this ideal EMI era will come, and Fan Lingyue himself cannot be sure.
Just like he couldn't convince Fan Lingyue, Fan Lingyue couldn't convince him. He couldn't accept Fan Lingyue's practice of sacrificing millions of lives for an ideal that he didn't know whether it could be realized. It had nothing to do with right or wrong, just different ideas.
In the history of China, even the most powerful dynasties were unable to unify the world. A hundred generations of prosperity were only unattainable goals for emperors of all dynasties, and no one had ever truly achieved it.
In my thoughts, the long night finally passed. At dawn, Ning Chen walked out of the room, and Blood-clothed Marquis was already waiting in front of the battle. Today will be the most critical moment in the war between the two Koreas.
The future direction of Great Xia and Beimeng depends on today's confrontation between the two.
Blood-clothed Marquis didn't know whether the young man in front of him could bear this responsibility, but he believed in Empress Dowager's decision.
Neither of them spoke, and walked northward step by step, accompanied by the clanging footsteps of five thousand Imperial Guards.
The two armies were only thirty miles apart, and an hour later, the Northern Mongolian camp was already in sight.
Qing Wuyou's heavy cavalry was also in position. The black heavy armor exuded a deep chill in the sun, making people shiver all over.
Between the two armies, there is an independent pavilion. It used to shelter pedestrians from the wind and rain, but today it will become a place for confrontation between the two dynasties.
Fan Lingyue sat quietly in the pavilion, dressed in light blue clothes, with her long hair tied randomly behind her back, her beautiful face was calm, and there was no trace of any disturbance.
The three generals stood outside the pavilion, respectfully guarding the faith of Northern Mongol Royal Court.
Blood-clothed Marquis accompanied Ning Chen to the pavilion, but stopped moving forward. The protagonist today is not him, but the woman in the pavilion and Marquis of Knowing Fate beside him.
Ning Chen walked into the pavilion and looked at the woman quietly making tea in front of the stone table without making a sound.
"Please"
Fan Lingyue poured a cup of tea, pushed it in front of Ning Chen, and spoke softly.
"Thank you"
Ning Chen Picked up the tea and took a sip. It was slightly bitter in the mouth, but the fragrance lingered for a moment. If the tea is good, the craftsmanship of the person making the tea is even better.
The calm and peaceful scene made it impossible to see any tension or tit-for-tat. Since the two met, from cherishing each other to wanting to get rid of each other at all costs, neither of them had ever been false, let alone hesitant. They were affectionate, but never merciful.
(ps: I was on a business trip in Beijing today and only had time to write a chapter on my mobile phone. I will go back tomorrow and resume updating! Yan Yu would like to say sorry!)