In the summer of the first year of Xuanzheng of the Northern Zhou Dynasty (578 AD), Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Yuwen Yong, launched a five-way army to conquer the Turks. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Jian, as the commander of one of the armies, also led 100,000 people in the headquarters to assist on the flanks.

But his mind was not on the war at all.

Zhang Zixiang's limit for Yu Wenyong is about to arrive! And how should he make a choice to get the greatest benefit?

It can be seen that Yu Wenyong is already a little anxious, and he wants to fight quickly to eliminate the Turkic enemy for the future of the crown prince Yu Wenyun.

Therefore, he couldn't wait to digest the newly acquired territory of Northern Qi, so he hurriedly dispatched a large army to fight the Turks.

Such a battle, even if Yuwen Yong does not die, it is unlikely that the Northern Zhou will win it!

The crown prince Yu Wenyun is stubborn, and he has not inherited his wisdom and ability at all, as long as Yu Wenyong is dead, the power of the world can be said to fall into the hands of these important ministers.

All that's left to do is ......

Yang Jian was secretly calculating, but Zhang Zixiang was bored looking at this so-called "army" crusading against the Turks.

In this war, Yang Jian also brought him along. But it's still the same as before, don't let him do any work, just let him see. And after the last disappearance, Yang Jian was obviously afraid that he would run around again, so he deliberately took him with him to watch, and did not dare to leave a single step.

Zhang Zixiang, who was bored, was idle, and began to look at the army around him, simulating the results of the war in his mind.

It can be seen that Yang Jian has made great efforts to make this army not too ugly. After a big war like the destruction of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he was able to gather a scale of 100,000 tigers, which can be regarded as his hard work.

But the hardware is enough, this software!

Zhang Zixiang didn't know what the situation of the other four armies was, but as far as he could see, this army obviously hadn't come out of the last war, and they all looked listless, and their eyebrows were full of exhaustion.

Indeed, from the fourth year of Jiande in the Northern Zhou Dynasty to the first year of Xuanzheng, for four years, he has been fighting, and every day he lives a life that he does not know what will happen tomorrow, and he can't bear it. Finally defeated the Northern Qi, but the Turks jumped out again, and the hands that the soldiers had just put down picked up their swords again, and some small emotions were understandable.

However, it is difficult to rely on such soldiers to fight, and to fight the Turks, who are famous for their mobile warfare!

The same problem also plagued the initiator of this war, the Northern Zhou Emperor Yuwen Yong.

Yu Wen Yong is not a tyrant who is reckless, and it can even be said that Yu Wen Yong is an emperor who hates war.

He hated the smell of blood, which reminded him of some very unpleasant past.

He hates to fight and kill, there are already a lot of wasteland in the country, and precious human resources are wasted on cannibalism, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

But, as an emperor, he had to pick up a sword, and he had to keep his hands covered in blood.

In the past, he fought with the Northern Qi in order to unify the Central Plains, and now he is fighting with the Turks in order not to leave future troubles. If he could, he would have fought every battle he could in his lifetime. Northern Qi, Turkic, Southern Chen, Western Regions...... The smell of blood, he can just get infected alone, and don't pass it on to the next generation.

But God didn't give him time, and his path was coming to an end.

He was not unaware that his soldiers had developed a war-weary mentality, that the nobles of the country were complaining when they were raising money and food, and that the common people wanted to live a stable life.

However, he had to do it.

Because, his time is numbered.

All he can do now is give it a go, and strive to extinguish the Turkic scourge before he dies!

"There's still time! There's still time!" Yu Wenyong's face showed a sickly flush, and he felt that the blood all over his body was burning, and this blood made him a hundred times more energetic!

"Your Majesty, it's late at night. It's time to rest. The guards on the side wanted to persuade Yu Wenyong to go back to rest, but were rudely interrupted by Yu Wenyong.

"Rest, I don't rest! I'm doing well now! Bring those pieces over again, and I'll review them overnight!" "There are still many things to do in the crusade against the Turks, the mobilization of front-line soldiers, the supply and demand of logistics and supplies, the stability and peace of the rear, everything needs to be decided by him, how can he rest!"

In war, the battlefield is never only the front line, but also consumes national strength and people's hearts.

The guards had no choice but to go out of the tent to get the pieces that had been sent from Chang'an.

Yu Wenyong then reviewed the music in his hand. Since he left Chang'an, he has never been free.

The mobilization of a huge empire for war will cause all kinds of problems, which need Yu Wenyong's final instructions to be solved. And Yu Wenyong had a shadow in his heart because of the miserable life that he had been set aside by the ministers before, and he refused to relax the power in his hands. So he would rather be a little tired himself, but also do everything himself. Even if it is the fire of his life that is consumed in the end.

The guard has not returned since he went out. Yu Wenyong was concentrating on reading the music in his hand, and he didn't care too much.

It wasn't until Yu Wenyong finished reading the last copy of the table that he realized that something was wrong.

The guards didn't come back after they went out, and the whole tent was quiet, and there was no sound at all, which seemed a little unusual. And there is no sound in the tent, it can be said that he is the only one, why is there no sound of anyone patrolling outside the tent?

Yu Wenyong was secretly vigilant in his heart, but his face was silent.

He tentatively called for the guards outside the door to come in, only to sink his heart into the ice cave.

No one outside the tent entered, as if the world had evaporated, presenting an eerie silence.

He wanted to go out directly, but his hand had just been put on the curtain of the tent, but his heart jumped suddenly, and he immediately retracted his hand again.

It can't be opened! There is a murderous aura outside the tent! If he goes out now, he will be killed immediately!

Yu Wenyong slowly retreated, silently drawing his sword.

Strike first.

He stabbed his sword straight into the curtain, the sharp blade breaking through the curtain and sliding through a layer of hard armor before sinking into a soft body!

There was someone outside the tent!

Yu Wenyong was overjoyed, pulled out his sword, and brought out a rain of blood.

He opened the curtain with the tip of his sword, only to see the lifeless corpse of the guard who had gone out!

The assassin wasn't dead!

What a ruthless means, such a deep scheming!

Yu Wenyong was shocked and hurriedly wanted to search for the assassin's figure, but it was too late.

A sharp dagger pressed directly against Yu Wenyong's neck from behind.

"Don't move, put down your sword, don't call anyone!"