Bianjing.

"Your Majesty, there's news from the Western Regions!"

Zhao Jun, who had just left the court, suddenly received the news, and immediately stopped returning to Funing Palace, and stopped to listen to Wang Huaien's report after finding a place to sit.

"Your Majesty, news has come from the Protectorate of the Western Regions that two days ago, the monks of the Tuligan tribe led an army of 500,000 Tatars had arrived in the Western Regions, and the Xiongnu had also been driven out.

I sent a message back and asked what to do next? ”

Zhao Jun thought for a while and ordered: "Let Yunzhou Jun allocate a batch of supplies to the Tatar side, in addition to the reward for this incident." It is also necessary to allocate a group to the Protectorate of the Western Regions separately for them to rebuild the Western Regions.

In addition, most of the countries in the Western Regions have been destroyed by the combined forces of the Xiongnu and the Turks, and the focus of the Western Regions Protectorate is to incorporate these places into the Protectorate.

For the kingdom that participated in the defense of Ankang City, it was also allocated by Yunzhou County to help them build a state.

In short, to restore production in the Western Regions as soon as possible and the people's lives are stable, at least to survive this winter smoothly. ”

"Slave gets it!"

Wang Huaien nodded and retreated.

Soon the day passed.

The next day, the morning dynasty.

As soon as he went to court, he didn't wait for the officials below to play. Zhao Jun directly ordered the household department and the military department and asked: "Cui Shangshu, Liu Shangshu, is the grain and grass ready for the spring army to enter the grassland next year?" ”

Cui Wen and Liu Jin glanced at each other, and then Cui Wen said with a bitter face:

"Your Majesty, with such a large number of military operations, it is not easy to transfer the required grain and grass.

Recently, the minister is stepping up preparations, and it is expected that they will be able to complete the preparations before the beginning of spring next year. ”

Zhao Jun nodded, and then looked at Liu Jin, the secretary of the military department.

Liu Jin also hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the soldiers here have been notified completely, and the training of the various armies has been increased again, and they have entered a state of readiness, but the required ordnance is somewhat insufficient." ”

Zhao Jun immediately looked at the War Bureau again, over there, the palm print eunuch of the War Bureau saw the emperor's gaze and immediately trembled with fright, he knew that this matter was the most important thing in the industry at present, but he did not do it well.

I had to reply tremblingly: "Return...... Back to Your Majesty, the equipment of nearly 700,000 troops, for a moment and a half, slaves and maids ...... The slave's battle is ...... It really can't be completed, and now it is only possible to build less than 20,000 sets. ”

"Rubbish!"

Facing his house slave, Zhao Jun's expression turned cold.

Then he turned his head to look at the envoy of the Tiangong Academy.

Although the Tiangong Institute is in Yunzhou County, the envoy of the Tiangong Academy is based in Bianjing.

Seeing Zhao Jun's gaze, the old envoy also smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Unable to get the answer he wanted, Zhao Jun scolded fiercely and then ordered: "It really doesn't matter what method you use, in short, a month before the army starts, all weapons must be issued to the soldiers for them to run in."

Otherwise, I will punish you!"

Do you hear that?! ”

Both nodded in unison.

Zhao Jun then said: "Everyone, from now on. The imperial court should make every effort to prepare for the war in the spring of next year, and work hard for the imperial court to eliminate the Xiongnu.

If the other departments need it, they must cooperate unconditionally and make way for the troops!

Do you hear that?! ”

A group of officials hurriedly agreed.

And so the incident passed quietly.

With the first cold winds blowing, and as the first snowflakes fall, the whole north is covered in snow overnight.

The pillow has been cold, and the window is bright again. I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.

The heavy snow made the entire northern part of the Great Song Dynasty enter winter overnight, and the unprepared people opened the windows to find the change of seasons.

If it were in the past, this night would have passed, and I don't know how many people would freeze to death, and the heavy snow would have collapsed several houses.

But now it's different, everyone's life is better, and everyone can hide in a warm home and warm up with a fire in the snow.

With a cup of fragrant tea in their hands, the people who have been tired for a year can finally usher in a rare leisure time when the snow comes.

The imperial court was going to send troops to attack the Xiongnu steppe in the spring, and the matter of completely clearing the grassland had already spread throughout Bianjing during this time.

Compared with the two factions in the court, one is in favor and the other is against it.

The people of Bianjing City have only one idea about this matter, and that is to support it!

The last time the Huns entered the Kou, it seems to be still yesterday, vividly.

The scene of hanging white flags at home is still sad.

I don't know how many people lost their families on that day.

Someone you love!

Own loved ones!

Even their own children!

The hatred for the Huns is to the bone!

The heart of wanting to kill all the Huns is also firm.

At least it was only when the imperial court needed stability that everyone suppressed the sadness in their hearts and quickly restored the prosperity of Bianjing.

But in the dead of night, I don't know how many people in Bianjing City will think of this deep hatred again!

Now, finally!

The imperial court is about to kill the Xiongnu, how can the people of Bianjing City be unwilling?

During this time, even the conversation among the common people was about the expedition.

"Lao Zhang, didn't you say last time that your nephew's army is also in the army that will go out in the spring next year?"

The old man who was called Lao Zhang was roasting the fire, and from time to time he took out a roasted ginger from the fire and put it in his mouth and gnawed it.

Wen Yan replied, "Yes! That kid has had a lot of strength since he was a child, and he was selected when he went to sign up for the imperial court conscription before.

Now in the forbidden army.

But this time in the spring, they are indeed going to the grassland to dry the Huns! ”

"Good, good! That's great! All good boys! We must kill all the Huns!

If my two eldest grandsons were still alive, I would have to let them join the army and fight the Huns!

If it weren't for the Huns, my son, two eldest grandsons, and daughter-in-law would not have died, and I wouldn't be left with an old man living in this world now. ”

As the old man spoke, his mood fell, and his eyes were overflowing with tears, and the old man who was called Lao Zhang hurriedly put down the ginger that had been gnawed more than half of his hand, and patted his old friend on the back.

"Okay, okay, Lao Li, you can rest assured, it used to be my door if I was bullied by the Huns, but now the emperor can make our Great Song Dynasty strong, just a Huns, I will send a message to my nephew tomorrow, let him kill a few more Huns when he goes on the expedition, okay?"

Lao Li smiled and cried and nodded slowly.

The same scene is playing out all over Bianjing.

The people have all supported the war attitude, and all of them are the main battle faction!

This is a debt owed by the Huns, and now it is time for them to pay it back!

Even after several years, such a deep hatred is still remembered in people's hearts and remembered!

At this time, in the northern steppes of the Turks, listening to the reports of his subordinates, how much materials and materials were consumed.

How many tribes have disappeared in this heavy snow because of lack of food and clothing?

Mo Regan's teeth itched in anger, staring at the south!

It's all because of the bastards in the south, if it weren't for them, where would they have lived so badly in the north.

I don't know how much damage will be suffered after this year's heavy snowfall.

These accounts, Mo Reagan wrote them all down one by one!

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(End of chapter)