Lu Bing wrote a letter and sent it to the Xiliang military camp again.

When the lieutenant returned, he brought back a reply, "Seven days."

Seven days, only enough for the guards to whip up a round trip, and they didn't dare to delay a little effort in between.

King Xiliang is guarding against their troops.

The guards will indeed go to the capital, and the letter they bring is indeed a secret letter of troop transfer. It's just that no one dares to have expectations anymore.

Zhao Chen no longer elaborated on the difficulties of the northwest war situation at length on the secret letter, but only one sentence, "The country will be broken, and the capital should prepare to meet the enemy."

Seven days later, if the Southwest Army did not reach the hinterland of Xiliang to attract troops, and the Liangchuan battalion did not have reinforcements to arrive, then the national destruction would only be an instantaneous matter. This is the confidence that the king of Xiliang is willing to give them seven days.

The strength of the northwest is now only fifty percent, and there are only more than 20,000 on the border city. And the two ghost-faced generals appeared in Cizhou and the border city at the same time, but they barely drove the Xiliang army away.

The fact that Lu Bing is not a ghost-faced general is also conclusive. It's just that some people still refuse to believe it, thinking that it was Lu Bing who asked others to wear ghost masks and used the power of the ghost face general to lead the troops to deter the Xiliang army.

Six days passed.

The guard who went to the capital to deliver the letter returned, and he brought back good news.

The emperor agreed to transfer troops from Liangchuan, and had already sent someone to Liangchuan with the holy decree and tiger talismans, and estimated that reinforcements would arrive in three or four days.

Zhao Chen looked at his father's reply to him, but he was not happy at all.

Father, this is accurate, the strength of the Northwest Army has been almost consumed, right?

If Liang Chuan's soldiers and horses came over two or three months ago, the Xiliang Army had not yet increased its troops at that time, and the Northwest Army had sufficient troops and did not need to passively defend the city. Only now are the troops deployed, but these tens of thousands of soldiers and horses are a drop in the bucket in front of hundreds of thousands of Xiliang troops, and it is too late.

Before the Southwest Army arrived, the situation of the war would not change significantly.

Shi Chenghan, the governor of the Jin Dynasty, was ordered to bring the soldiers to the border city and brought news that Han Sixing had agreed to send troops, and the army had been dispatched a few days ago.

However, the southwestern mountains are continuous, and the mountain roads are narrow and difficult to navigate, and the march of thousands of troops and horses in them must be slow. The march will also be extremely long, and perhaps the front army has already left the mountain, and the rear army has not yet set out. They will take time.

Zhao Chen held the letter of "Seven Days" from the King of Xiliang, and stood on the city wall and looked at the Xiliang military camp from afar.

The soldiers and horses there are ready to move, like a black turbulent sea, brewing the power to devour the heavens and the earth.

Shi Chenghan, the head of the Jin Palace, walked up to him, "His Royal Highness the Prince, how will His Highness stay when the seventh day arrives tomorrow?"

Zhao Chen said lightly, "The battle is."

Cheng Han was surprised, battle?

He thought that the prince would pretend to respond, and then use the time to discuss and welcome relatives to wait for reinforcements to arrive.

But it turned out to be a war?

He prepared a stomach full of righteous indignant rebuttals, but it was useless.

Cheng Han swallowed the emotions that had been brewing for a long time, and arched his hand, "Your Highness is mighty."

Zhao Chen didn't think about pretending to make this trick. It's just that once the peace talks start, it will inevitably push Youning to the cusp, and the rumors of Princess Jin and her relatives will inevitably spread all over the world. Even if she doesn't get married, I'm afraid that the rumors will obliterate Youning, and this shame will accompany her for the rest of her life.

He said that she will inevitably have no sorrow and no suffering in this life.

She had already suffered too much to add to it.

Lu Bing also echoed in a deep voice, "There are still 50,000 soldiers and horses in the Northwest Army, even if there is only one left, we must block the country!"

With that, he strode down the city wall and said aloud, "Give the order to go down and order the troops!"

In the camp of the border city, under the darkness of the night, a tragic point of troops was being carried out.

All the soldiers arrived, the wounded, the veterans, and all who could still walk.

The general was impassioned, the soldiers looked at death as home, and the deafening oaths broke through the sky one after another.

The Northwest Army was fully dispatched and ready for battle.

Zhao Chen stood on the city wall, with a long sword behind him, a bow in his hand, his eyes were like torches, staring closely at the black wilderness in the distance.

The cold moon is like a knife, and the starry sky is lonely.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Erniu, who had been promoted to a centurion, walked quickly to his side, and his voice was loud, "There is an abnormality in the Xiliang camp!"

Zhao Chen walked quickly up to the watchtower and looked into the distance.

In the distance, the stars were connected together, like a sea of fire, moving rapidly.

The direction of their movement is not Qingyun Pass, but the south.

Erniu wondered, "Your Highness, where are they going, are they going to withdraw their troops?"

Zhao Chen's eyes also flashed with doubt, "It's not the withdrawal of troops, it's that there is an enemy situation in the southwest."

It's just that, where can the Southwest Army reach the hinterland of Xiliang so quickly?

According to his estimates, it will take another three or five days at the earliest for the army to be assembled in Xiliang.

Zhao Chen stared at the moving torches until dawn. He estimated that Xiliang would withdraw at least 100,000 soldiers and horses.

In this way, there are less than 100,000 soldiers and horses left in the barracks.

And although they only have more than 20,000 soldiers and horses, they still have the guards of the prince's mansion and the prince's mansion, although they only have a total of 2,000 people, they are worth more than 10,000 soldiers and horses.

If the king of Xiliang sends troops today, they will definitely be able to protect the country in a desperate battle.

Sure enough, when the sun was rising from the east, the Xiliang army soared in the wilderness, and the general led by him was heroic, and it was the king of Xiliang.

Even if the Xiliang army withdrew 100,000 soldiers and horses, the strength of the army was still overwhelming, and the battle lasted from morning to noon, and the army was already under the city.

After more than three months of repeated sieges and the destruction of strong bows and crossbows, the city wall of Qingyunguan was already dilapidated, and the potted city wall was drenched with blood layer after layer.

A long crossbow shot up the city wall, brushed past Zhao Chen's side, and nailed it to the stone brick ground.

A letter was strapped to the crossbow.

"Father Xiao, shameless man, take your life."

Son Xiao's father?

Zhao Chen sneered, everyone said that he was like his father, but it was nothing more than that he was ruthless, but he never felt that he was a father.

He looked at the fully armored King of Xiliang in the array, and the other party seemed to be looking at him as well.

King Xiliang, do you recognize your father?

Zhao Chen picked up his longbow and shot at him.

The King of Xiliang stood tall and motionless on his horse, and the soldiers around him parried the rain of arrows that flew fiercely.

He dared to appear within the range of an ordinary bow and arrow, which shows that he is a very conceited person and is confident about today's battle.

The soldiers of the Xiliang army continued to climb the city wall, and the city gate was crumbling, and soon it was time for hand-to-hand combat.

At that time, it will be a competition to see who has more soldiers and horses, strong combat power, and can resist to the end.

Zhao Chen clenched his teeth, his clothes were stained with blood, but the bow and arrow in his hand never stopped.

Wei Xiao shouted while repelling the Xiliang soldiers who climbed the city wall, "Your Highness, go back to the city!"

Zhao Chen didn't reply a word, and the bow and arrow shot out one after another. In his eyes, there is only the King of Xiliang in the distance, and the King of Xiliang who is bound to win Youning.

There is only one belief in his heart, that he cannot be defeated or make peace.

Youning, Lone fought for you one last time, you might forgive Lone?