In the handsome tent of the Northern Mongolian camp, Fan Lingyue sat quietly in front of the table, looking at the letter sent by the envoy of the Xia army, and a different color flashed on her beautiful face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the end, they were officially matched.

Ever since the name Ning Chen was first placed in front of her, she had murderous intent towards him.

She didn't like the unexpected the most in her life, and Ning Chen's appearance was very likely to become an unpredictable variable in her plans.

As it turned out, her fears at the time became a reality.

In just a few months after that, Ning Chen sabotaged too many of her plans, and the overall situation of the world's summer war that she single-handedly promoted changed one after another.

She tried to get rid of him, but unfortunately, she never succeeded.

Now, everything is a foregone conclusion, and she can only accept it.

Thinking of this, Fan Lingyue glanced at the envoy in front of her, and said calmly, "Go back and tell Ning Chen that I will wait for him to arrive before the army tomorrow."

The Great Xia envoy clasped his fists and saluted, and then left.

The envoy left, Fan Lingyue looked at the letter on the table, slowly closed her eyes, her mind was slightly sunk, and she weighed the pros and cons.

Behind him, there was a faint sadness on his face, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

The atmosphere in the tent was quiet and a little depressing, and after a long time, Fan Lingyue opened her eyes and made up her mind.

She couldn't ignore Mingyue's safety, and Ning Chen most likely already knew that Mingyue was a girl's secret, once it was exposed, it would be a heavy blow to the Beimeng Royal Court.

It is impossible for the empress to be accepted by the people of the world, and Beimeng is no exception.

Mingyue must be rescued, but it is absolutely impossible to retreat.

Fortunately, Ning Chen also has her own weaknesses, and she is not without it.

"Someone coming," Fan Lingyue said.

"In" a general walked in and saluted respectfully.

"Send this letter to Sword City," Fan Lingyue took out a letter that had already been prepared and explained.

"Yes," the general took the letter and walked away quickly.

"What's going on in the southwest, it's been a while since that little bald donkey went to Beimeng, hasn't the old monk made up his mind yet?" Fan Lingyue opened her mouth and said lightly.

"According to the report of the spies, the presiding officer of the Temple has begun to recall the monks of the Buddha Kingdom, presumably soon," replied Carefree Zhengse.

"The Buddha who preaches justice can't resist the temptation after all, how can there be absolute justice in this world" Fan Lingyue sneered softly, with a slight mockery in her words.

"You can step down," after asking, Fan Lingyue ordered the guest.

"Strategist, Your Majesty's side"

Qing Wuwu opened his mouth, there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, he didn't know what the military advisor was planning, but there was no doubt that Da Xia's side would definitely make a fuss about His Majesty's safety, he was worried that the military advisor would compromise, but he was even more worried that the military advisor would be indifferent.

Now, the safety of His Majesty and the advance and retreat of the Northern Mongolian army are all in the thought of the military division, and there is no solution to the situation.

"I have my own measure, step aside," Fan Lingyue said indifferently.

"Yes," he sighed softly and turned to leave.

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

……

Beizhui City, 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, the slightest negligence would pay a price that was unbearable for him.

He had never underestimated this woman, but he still suffered losses at the hands of Fan Lingyue repeatedly, and almost died several times, if it weren't for his fate, he would have been drinking tea with the king of Hades by now.

Crossing is not omnipotent, but Fan Lingyue is omnipotent, and he has suffered enough losses.

Now his only advantage is to hold Xiao Mingyue in his hands, Fan Lingyue will have some scruples, plus Mingyue is a girl's secret, and it can always be used to exchange for something.

He promised Xiao Mingyue not to say it, because he was afraid that the little girl would be hurt, and Fan Lingyue didn't know that such a good advantage didn't have to be used in vain.

Fan Lingyue will not agree to withdraw from the army 100%, and how to make the best use of the hole cards in his hand is the most important thing for him to consider at present.

There are not many troops in Beitui City, only 70,000, plus the 5,000 forbidden troops brought by him and the Bloody Clothes Marquis, which is not enough for one-third of the Northern Mongolian army.

Seventy-five thousand dozen two hundred and fifty thousand, including 100,000 iron horsemen and 10,000 heavy horsemen, no matter how you think about it, it is extremely nonsense.

Beimeng's iron cavalry is not an idiot who can't fight when he gets off the horse, and what's really terrifying is the 10,000 invulnerable heavy cavalry, which is a killing machine on the battlefield, and there is no way to stop it.

The heavy cavalry is not more than 10,000, and it is unstoppable, this is not just talking, the Eternal Night Divine Sect in the east relies on the heavy cavalry of the 30,000 Divine Sect to fight the Great Xia, if it were not for the Triumphant Marquis and the 100,000 Black Water Army, the east of Great Xia is estimated to have been scrapped.

The number of heavy cavalry in Beimeng is not as large as that of the Eternal Night God Cult, but there are also 10,000, and they are still invincible and irresistible on the battlefield.

Great Xia has only one Triumphant Marquis, and there are only 100,000 Blackwater Army, and it is not easy to deal with the Martial Monarch and the Divine Sect Heavy Cavalry, and it is impossible to have extra energy to manage this side.

The matter of reinforcements, there is no hope in the short term, the eldest grandson has been working very hard in the imperial city now, Emperor Xia died suddenly, the impact is becoming more and more obvious, Daxia must beware of civil strife again, the troops around the imperial city must not be moved lightly, otherwise once a mutiny occurs, it will be too late to regret it.

People's desire for profit is extremely terrifying, and they will not give up their peeps on the throne because there is a great enemy outside, which is why the eldest grandson and the third prince have never dared to take the new monarch lightly.

The eldest prince said that he did not show much desire for the throne, and he has always been an indisputable attitude, but the other two princes are different, after the disappearance of the Xia Emperor last time, he tried his best to win over a large number of magnates, and this time the Xia Emperor died, the ministers immediately stood in line, and the wings of the two princes were already full, and it was impossible to cut them off easily.

In any dynasty, the matter of the prince seizing the heir is full of bloody wind and blood, the Great Xia Dynasty has been established for thousands of years, among the princes, there are many talents, if it is not for the control of each generation of Xia Emperor, this kind of battle will be even more bloody.

Xia Rui brought great trouble to Great Xia during his lifetime, and left a huge hidden danger to Great Xia after his death, the three princes are all proud sons of the sky, one is lucky, and more is a disaster.

He knew that the eldest grandson had worked hard, so he agreed to come here so happily this time, Great Xia is now suffering from internal and external troubles, and there are not many people who can rely on the eldest grandson, let him come, he must come.

This is the most difficult period of Great Xia, and if you survive it, you may still have a chance of winning, but if you can't hold it, the millennium of Great Xia will really come to an end.

The master said that Daxia would die, and he didn't know if it was in this war, but he always had to fight.

Although he doesn't like to say that anyone will win the sky, he will definitely do his best to learn in his past life and this life, and fight with this bullshit providence.

"Bad guy, I can't sleep" At this moment, Mingyue sat up from the bed, with a look of worry that could not be concealed.

She was a little scared that tomorrow the bad guys and Sister Lingyue were going to officially start negotiations, and she was struggling in her heart, not knowing who to hope would win.

She knew that Sister Lingyue would not retreat, and the war between the two dynasties would continue, she was the emperor of Beimeng, of course she didn't want the soldiers of Beimeng to bury their bones elsewhere, if the bad guys had the upper hand, there was no doubt that it would be a disaster for the Northern Mongolian army, but if Sister Lingyue had the upper hand and continued to go south, I am afraid that few of the 300,000 troops would be able to go back alive.

Ning Chen walked to the bed, gently rubbed the little girl's hair, and sighed lightly in his heart, this life-and-death war, from the very beginning, is destined to be a point of no return.

Fan Lingyue wants to build a huge empire for Mingyue that will be prosperous for a hundred generations, but this road is paved with the bones of Daxia soldiers and people, and even the 300,000 troops of Beimeng will become victims of the former's ideals.

He can't say that what Fan Lingyue did must be wrong, the war itself is a crime, and there has never been an absolutely righteous party, and no one knows whether this ideal hundred generations of prosperity will come, and Fan Lingyue himself can't be sure.

Just as 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 if it could be realized, it had nothing to do with right or wrong, but the concept was different.

In the history of China, the most powerful dynasties could not dominate the world, and the prosperity of a hundred dynasties was just an unattainable goal of the emperors of previous dynasties, and no one really achieved it.

Between thoughts, the long night gradually passed, and at dawn, Ning Chen walked out of the room, and the bloody marquis was already waiting in front of the battle, today, it will be the most critical moment of the war between the two dynasties.

The future direction of Daxia and Beimeng depends on the confrontation between the two today.

The Bloody Marquis didn't know if the young man in front of him could afford this burden, but he believed in the queen's decision.

Neither of them spoke, and with the sound of the footsteps of the five thousand forbidden troops, they walked north step by step.

The two armies were only thirty miles apart, and an hour later, the Northern Mongolian camp was close at hand.

The carefree heavy cavalry was also in formation, and the black heavy armor exuded a deep chill in the sun, which made people chill all over.

Between the two armies, a pavilion is independent, which used to shelter pedestrians from the wind and rain, and today it will become a place where the two dynasties clash.

Fan Lingyue sat quietly in the pavilion, dressed in light blue clothes, her long hair was tied behind her at will, and her beautiful face was calm, and she couldn't see the slightest ripple.

The three generals stood outside the pavilion, respectfully guarding the faith of the Northern Mongolian royal court.

The Bloody Marquis accompanied Ning Chen to the pavilion, but he stopped walking and stopped moving forward, today's protagonist is not him, but the woman in the pavilion and the Zhifang Hou beside him.

Ning Chen walked into the pavilion and looked at the woman who was quietly making tea in front of the stone table, and did not make a sound to disturb.

"Please"

Fan Lingyue poured down a cup of tea, pushed it in front of Ning Chen, and said softly.

"Thank you"

Ning Chen picked up the tea, tasted it lightly, the entrance was slightly bitter, and the fragrance was instantaneous, the tea was good, and the craftsmanship of the person who made the tea was better.

Since the two met, from sympathy to getting rid of each other at all costs, no one has ever been false, let alone hesitated, affectionate, but never merciful.

(ps: Today is on a business trip in Beijing, I only had time to write a chapter on my mobile phone, and I will go back tomorrow and resume the update!