At the beginning of spring, the land of the Western Regions is still a scene of ice and snow.

Ice crystals fall from the sky, and the wind is cold.

At this moment, the soldiers who were wearing winter clothes and their faces were pale and blue from the cold were getting ready to go.

Qingji stood at the back of the team and said goodbye to his two sons.

"Fan'er, protect your brother."

Qingji stepped forward to tidy up Gongzifan's stomach and winter clothes, and advised: "Pay attention to safety, if you encounter danger, just run all the way east." ”

"If your brother is in any danger, you are the only one who asks!"

Hearing this, Gongzi said solemnly: "Please rest assured that my father." Anyone who wants to hurt his brother must step over the corpse of his son! ”

Qingji slammed a punch on Gongzi Fan's chest and said, "The widow didn't let you fight hard. Fan'er, obey your brother's orders in everything, and don't be reckless. ”

"No!"

Qing Jixuan immediately set his eyes on Gongzi Hong's body, and said slowly: "Wu Hong, you are the eldest brother, don't let Wu Fan make trouble." ”

"This time I failed, and I had a good grasp of proportion. The widow has only one request for you, take care! ”

"The retainers obeyed."

"Go ahead!"

As he spoke, Qingji patted Gongzihong on the shoulder.

"Son's resignation!"

Gongzihong and Gongzifan immediately boarded the car, drove to the front of the team, and then drove in the direction of Shule City.

After seeing his two sons lead the army away, Qingji also boarded the chariot and gave the order to go out.

"Let's go!"

This time, Qingji will lead the main army to Wulei and have a final decisive battle with the Persians.

Different from the Persian army of the labor expedition, the Chinese coalition army has been resting in Loulan for a long time, and it belongs to waiting for work at leisure.

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After Qingji led an army of more than 70,000 people to Wulei City, he temporarily camped in a wilderness outside the city.

Because Wulei is only a small country, its cities simply can't accommodate so many people and horses.

At this time, the weather conditions in the Western Regions were extremely harsh.

Wear a cotton jacket and yarn at noon, and eat watermelon with a stove -

This is a true reflection of the local climate.

Far from the sea, the land of the Western Regions is deep inland, surrounded by high mountains, and it is not easy for the ocean to reach, so it has formed a clear temperate continental climate.

As a native of the south, it was difficult for the soldiers of Wu to adapt to such harsh climatic conditions, and many soldiers were frostbitten.

Their worst enemy is not the Persian army, but nature!

The reason why Qingji wants to fight quickly is for this reason.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, Qingji, who was lying in the middle of the line and dozing off with a quilt, was woken up.

"Newspaper—"

A junior colonel hurriedly ran in and said to Qingji: "King, the Persian army has arrived at the coast of Duanshui!" ”

"Probe!"

"No!"

Qingji, who was woken up, immediately hit a spirit, stood up and came to the sand table to take a closer look.

The water is actually the Shule River.

It is one of the three major inland rivers in the Hexi Corridor, originating from the western section of the Qilian Mountains between the Tuolai Nanshan and Shule Nanshan Mountains.

At this moment, Sun Wu, Fan Li, Yiqumo and other generals who were also sitting in the pot napping in the row all moved closer to the sand table.

This military sand table was made by Qingji not long ago.

He made an elaborate model of the battlefield out of clay, with the river on it made of mercury, the city made of clay, and the enemy and the enemy marked by flags......

The red flag represents the Chinese coalition army.

The blue flag represents the Persian army.

In order to identify the location of the two sides and the number of soldiers, Qingji also took some Go chess pieces as identification, and every 10,000 people was a chess piece.

"At this time, it is estimated that the war has started on the side of Shule City......

Qingji couldn't help frowning.

"Newspaper—"

At this moment, a small colonel hurriedly ran into the big tent and announced: "King, our army and the Persian front army have been fighting fiercely on the north bank of Duanshui!" ”

"The leader of the army is Xerxes, the son of Darius, king of Persia! There were about 30,000 people! ”

"Probe!"

"No!"

Xerxes?

If Qingji is not mistaken, the one who led this Persian former army to fight a fierce battle with the troops of the coalition army in Duanshui should be Xerxes I in history.

Xerxes I, meaning "warrior", was the son of Atosha, the daughter of Darius I and Cyrus the Great.

He has not yet been officially made a prince, but, with the noble lineage of Xerxes I, it is highly likely that he will be the heir of Darius.

can send Xerxes as a vanguard general, it is conceivable that this former army of the Persians is definitely elite.

However, Qingji is the elite!

"Newspaper—"

After a long time, another junior colonel hurriedly entered the big tent and said to Qingji: "King, Gongzi Fan led a cavalry to raid from the rear of the enemy's formation, and the Persian front army has been defeated!" ”

"What?"

Qingji couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Sun Wu, who was standing on the side, said with a smile: "King, since it is a fraud, why don't you make it more realistic?" If Shule's army had no power to resist, how could the Persians believe that it was the main force of our army? ”

"Good."

The 10,000 Xirong soldiers in Shule City were originally used as cannon fodder by Qingji.

Unexpectedly, the Persians were so unbeaten.

Can't even the Rongdi army defeat it?

An hour later, another battle report came.

"The soldiers and horses of Shule City have been routed on all fronts!"

"Newspaper - the king, the Persian army has entered the ancient road of the Cheshi!"

"Newspaper—"

"Great King, the main army of Persia has entered the crossing!"

Qingji, who heard the news, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His deployment was not in vain.

"Newspaper—"

Another small colonel hurriedly entered, and said to Qingji: "King, it's not good! General Meng Ben returns! Gongzihong and Gongzifan, two sons, were besieged by the Persian front army on the Cheshi Ancient Road, and there were only dozens of guards around them, and they were already in danger! ”

"General Meng Ben asked to go to war and rescue the second son!"

As soon as he heard this, Qingji couldn't help but shrink Tong Kongmeng, and the hand hidden in his sleeve clenched it tightly.

"No, I don't save it."

"The King's ......"

Fan Li, who was standing beside him, was a little unbearable and wanted to step forward to advise.

Qingji just waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "Send the order to Meng Ben and let him continue to stand still." If a widow dies a son, all the Persian prisoners of war must be buried with him! ”

"No!"

Qingji's time was full of a thick evil spirit.

He's not kidding.

In order to ensure the victory of this battle, Qingji can ruthlessly sacrifice his two sons, but the Persians will definitely pay a heavy price for this!

Now Meng Ben and Gou Jian led the army not far from both sides of the ancient road of Cheshi, waiting to close the door and fight the dogs, if they rashly attacked, they would inevitably startle the snakes, so that the Persians were cautious and did not dare to go further......

In this way, Qingji's deployment will be completely disrupted.

Seeing that the good situation is completely lost, how can Qingji be worthy of the soldiers who died?