In the tent, Dayan Dolan looked at Yao Jian and frowned slightly:

"I don't know what you're having, but now you're doomed to death. If you are not sure, you will rashly provoke an incident, and you will gather 300,000 troops to invade the Central Plains, and you are really not afraid that person will kill the king of Northern Turks in a fit of anger?

I've also read all the spy reports that Qingwei has sent back over the years, even if that person really didn't have time to come forward and let you attack the imperial city, when you come back to your senses, with his temperament, don't say it's you, even me and Battle can't get out of the way.

There are also more than a dozen clan leaders who were slaughtered, although no one has made a fuss about this matter for the time being, but in private they have regarded you as a thorn in their side, and once the war is lost, you will be the first to be used to vent their anger.

Your step by step, neither taking danger nor advancing as retreat, is clearly forcing yourself to death little by little. ”

……

After the woman finished speaking in one breath, Yao Jian was still smiling, he shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly:

"What can I do? The Great Khan has always remembered the old feelings, and he does not want to learn the Eastern Han language in the future. Although the group of martial artists below are reckless, they are not stupid, even if they gather the strength of you and me, they may not be able to shake them.

I have no choice, I have to kill the chickens and monkeys first, these guys have lived on the battlefield for a long time, and regard human life as a mustard, if you want to deter them, you have to be more ruthless than them, this kind of slaughtering clan thing, but whenever you change a bloody martial artist to do it, you have to hesitate, this matter is only suitable for me, a cool reader.

I don't have much friendship with them, and I don't need to worry about it, the change of dynasties is always indispensable to turn the tide of the tide, this kind of role, either a person who has been praised for hundreds of years, or a great traitor who has been criticized by later generations for nearly a thousand years.

In terms of what I do, I will not be scolded for two or three hundred years, and the comments on me in the history books will probably be 'controlling the government' and 'chaotic power', if I can be lucky enough to mix up the title of 'thief of the country', haha, it will be stinking for 10,000 years. ”

When the man said in the end, he laughed out loud regardless of etiquette, and the woman's brows tightened when she heard this, and she was puzzled:

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Yao Jian stopped laughing, stroked the long hair with the meaning of "beard and ambition" and said:

"The Great Khan was kind to me, and he asked me to take care of Battle on his deathbed, and I promised to do it.

Dayan has become a royal family of Northern Turkistan step by step from a small clan stationed on the grassland, among which there are more than thousands of clans that have died, presumably you don't want this grassland to return to the era of separation, right?

Isn't it worth it to die for me alone, and to change the peace of the white wolf for decades? Besides, who said that I would definitely die, I was not able to find that glimmer of life. ”

After the man finished speaking, he looked at each other calmly, and the two stared at each other, and after a long time, Dayan Dolan said leisurely:

"Sure enough, he is a cold reader."

Yao Jian smiled slightly, noncommittal.

……

The Northern Turk Khan personally led the troops to the battle, and the fierce general Yuan Baihu was responsible for pressing the formation, and the dynasty army naturally did not dare to slack off, and sent three Yan brothers to lead the troops at once, namely Yan Shaohai, Yan Shaocheng, and Yan Shaoyuan.

Although only 100,000 elite troops can be gathered in a short period of time, the Tali Gandu Division in the northeast and the entire northern route have begun to draw men to march towards Kaipingwei, and it is estimated that it will take two or three days to arrive.

A month above the court, the military department Shangshu Yan Jun, who has passed the age of ancient times, asked for orders to go to the war, but was rejected by today's son, Yan Jun is old, although the spirit is still strong, but the body bones are not as good as before, and the court has needed his son Yan Shaohai to support him in the past year.

Yan Jun had already planned to retire at the end of the year, and the dynasty had not yet reached the point of exhaustion, Emperor Shun thought about it again and again, and felt that there was really no need to send this veteran out, so the heavy responsibility was handed over to Yan Shaohai, the flag bearer of the Yan family army and the general who refused to resist the north.

Yan Shaohai was transferred to the Beijing Division of the Military Department many years ago, and now he is appointed as the squire of the Ministry of War, Yan Jiajun is not as good as before, although the name is still loud, but under Emperor Shun's intention to cut power, the strength is only half of what it was more than ten years ago.

Many men in the Yan family have not been promoted for several years, and Yan Shaohai is expected to take over the post of secretary of the military department after Yan Jun, which is already remarkable.

Today, it is a well-known fact that Zi is suspicious, except for his maternal uncle Xie Lingyu, there are few people who can be trusted.

But anyone who has real skills has a bit of a bit of rebelliousness, so the people who can reassure the Son of Heaven have no great skills, and in the end, the only people who can come in handy are the Yan family father and son.

Fortunately, the monarchs and ministers have not reached the point of tearing their faces in recent years, and the current enemy, Emperor Shun can't care about any face, and directly let Yan Shaohai be the commander of this war against the north.

……

The sky is gradually darkening, the 100,000 soldiers and horses of the dynasty army have set up camp, and they are busy preparing dinner at the moment, except for the sound of burning stoves and the sound of pots and bowls colliding, there is no other superfluous sound.

Near the front line, several men were standing quietly looking in the direction of Beitu, the first two were in their fifties, wearing coarse cloth short shirts, and their demeanor was completely different.

The man in the dark blue cloth coat exuded a superior aura all over his body, and as far as his eyes could see, he seemed to have the intention of looking at the world, he looked in the direction of the Northern Turksman army with his hands, and frowned:

"What chance does General Yan think there is in this battle?"

The man in yellow thought for a moment and said truthfully:

"If the Northern Turksan army is still at the level of 20 years ago, no matter whether it is 300,000 or 500,000, it is not the opponent of my 100,000 dynasty army. But Yao Qingyi is not a reckless person, he will not fight an uncertain battle in the future, the other party dares to pour the strength of a country to raise troops under the city, there must be something to rely on, or there is another purpose, this matter has to be guarded against. ”

At this time, a general in armor interjected:

"Our dynasty is unparalleled in the world, how have you ever lost a small collision with Northern Turkistan over the years, what are you afraid of them doing?"

The man in yellow frowned slightly when he heard this, turned his head to look at the other party, and then turned back to the man in the blue shirt and bowed slightly:

"My brother is not sensible, please don't blame Your Majesty."

The middle-aged man in blue looked as usual from beginning to end, and said calmly:

"It doesn't matter, General Yan Zhenyuan is right, with the blessing of the fire gun over the years, even if the northern route is invaded by the Northern Turks, the loss is much smaller. However, most of these conflicts are made by the local lords themselves, and there are very few real orders from the Northern Turkistan royal family, so we don't know their details, and it is always right to be careful. ”

Yan Zhenyuan, who had passed the age of confusion, knew that he was speechless, and nodded his head again and again, while the man in blue continued:

"General Rejection of the North, you have been dealing with the Northern Turks for many years, at this time it is all up to you, I will not point fingers, I want to be the Emperor Taizu of our dynasty to drive out the Tartars, and the people of the Central Plains are peaceful, because I can't bear to live in misery, so I didn't continue to stir up trouble.

After all these years of silence, the aliens not only did not know how to be grateful to Dade, but they forgot the fear of being trampled through the imperial city by iron hooves, and they also forgot the despair when they were driven away by Jin Ge. ”

Emperor Shun's tone was calm from beginning to end, but it made the eyes of the other three burst with bright brilliance: listening to the meaning of the saint, not only to prevent the north from going south, but also to take the opportunity to attack their royal capital and plant the imperial flag on the other party's imperial city.

The three of them looked excited, and they all bowed down to Emperor Shun and said:

"Wait for the order!"

……

(End of chapter)