Marquis of Grand Xia

Ning Chen burned very badly, and he didn't get better until the night. The doctor in charge of the Chinese medicine doctor was in a hurry. The queen's words were still in his ears. His head was all on this young man.

The elder grandson followed Ning Chen ’s advice and made the defensive effort to the fullest. No matter whether the offensive of the Northern Mongolian King ’s court could come or not, their side had already shown that they could not stand still.

Letters have already been sent to Qinghehou, and they will be received soon. Xingchaoguan already had 50,000 soldiers and guards, and the 100,000 people brought by Qinghehou have exceeded 150,000. At any time, 50,000 people will not be affected in the short term.

After the destruction of Yangui City, Fan Lingyue only left less than 10,000 people in the city, waiting for the arrival of the followers without consuming large forces.

This is why Fan Lingyue chose the slaughter city. She wants to make this 10,000 people truly form a 10,000-person combat power, rather than worrying about all kinds of surprise attacks all day long.

Grain and grass is an indispensable thing for war. The grain of the Northern Mongolian court will definitely pass from Yangui City. The mission of Qinghehou is to bring as many as 50,000 soldiers and horses to delay or even destroy the grain and grass supply of the northern Mongolian court as much as possible.

The amount of grain and grass needed by 300,000 people is extremely terrible. It is impossible for the Northern Mongolian court to raise money at once. It can only be transported through Yangui City to the front line one after another.

The follow-up soldiers of the North Mongolian King's Court have successively settled in Yangui City. Today, Yangui City has at least 60,000 people guarding it. It takes at least three times as much force to recover. Without sending troops to reinforce the situation.

Therefore, it is unrealistic to want to cut off the grain and grass supplies of the Northern Mongolian army once and for all. At least the current Daxia has not so many troops that can be separated.

As long as Qinghehou can cause trouble for the food supply of the Northern Mongolian Army, it is the greatest help for Changsun and even the entire Daxia. Now Daxia needs time to breathe. Jingwu Gong sits in the imperial city and mobilizes the world's soldiers and horses. time.

Ning Chen is a true genius. Although his talents are average, his brain is very easy to use. He can see the key to Da Xia at a glance.

The eldest grandson is a man who knows how to use people well. He will consider Ning Chen's opinions very seriously. The only thing that is missing in the army at the moment is a general. Ning Chen's reminder will make her a lot easier.

It was precisely because of this that she couldn't live without the help of this kid. Ning Chen's coma did make her very anxious and annoyed at this time.

At night, the cold wind rose again, and Ning Chen still had no signs of waking up. The elder grandson walked around the tent anxiously. The eldest brother was in a coma. This guy was also in a coma. Lime did not understand military affairs. No one consulted.

"Mother, why don't you call the eldest prince to come" Liming saw the appearance of the eldest grandson and suggested that several of the princes in Daxia are rare talents and might be able to give some help to the empress.

"No, he is the Chu Jun, Daxia's future is all on him, he can't have any danger," Chang Sun vetoed without hesitation.

"Cough"

Just then, a violent cough sounded, the wheelchair turned, and Ning Chen walked out in a tight, pale and terrible look.

"Niangniang is right, the great prince really cannot come and is not suitable to come"

Ning Chen said wearily, the current great prince is too upright, and it is okay to be a prince of peace. It is really inappropriate to come to this battlefield full of intrigues and tricks.

"When did you wake up?" Lime asked with a happy face.

However, before waiting for Ning Chen to answer, the grandson's anger came, "Who let you come out, do not go back to rest!"

"Niangniang, I'm not in the way. After a day's sleep, my head is a little faint. I come out and breathe, and I will go back in a while"

Ning Chen reluctantly asked, in fact, he was a little uneasy about Changsun's side and wanted to come out and see.

It was more than a thousand years since the beginning of the Great Xia Dynasty. It was probably the first time when the Queen came out to sit in the army. I can imagine how great the pressure on Chang Sun was.

Nowadays, Daxia has reached the point of being sung on all sides, and it will be able to drag the army of the northern Mongolian king's army for a day, and it is to win a day for Daxia.

As he said earlier, he will do all he can to help Changsun overcome this difficulty.

The elder Sun frowned, but said nothing more. The boy was more stubborn than the bull, and it was useless to persuade.

"Niangniang, I remember that there was a river three hundred miles behind us. If we lost, we would send someone to destroy the bridge." Ning Chen looked at the northern Mongolian army not far away, and said calmly.

"Is there no hope?" Chang Sun sighed and asked.

"If there are other people, there may be, but the opponent is whoever listens to the moon, we will definitely lose," Ning Chen said honestly.

He is telling the truth, their strength is already at a disadvantage, and when there are 100,000 iron riders in the hands of Lingyue, they are only 30,000. This is the most terrible gap, and they cannot be stopped.

He will try his best to delay this day as far as possible, until Daxia can relieve this breath.

Da Xia is still the strongest after all. As long as he is not killed in a single breath, Da Xia will definitely win.

To be honest, after this war is over, it will be clear whether Daxia will lose.

They can lose, or even lose in awkwardness, but they absolutely cannot lose meaninglessly.

Nowadays, their best choice is the battle of attrition. The longer they fight, the more violently they fight, and the more disadvantaged Yu Beimeng's court will be.

"Ma'am, what's the situation in the east?" Ning Chen thought about it and asked.

Yongye Shenjia and Beimeng Wangting sent troops at the same time, and the Daxia Wangji was very different. There was a military division in Beimeng Wangting, where Yongye Shenjia was based on strong military force, and an invincible Wujun shot. In the summer, Daxia went to Wuhou and went down to the general. No one could stop his footsteps.

Such a congenital monster is really a headache.

"The two cities have been broken down. Fortunately, there are not many gods and heavy riders, only 30,000, otherwise the war will not be fought in the summer," Chang Sun Xin said tiredly.

There are rumors in the world that you can't afford to ride more than 10,000.

This terrible armament is said to be modest, and it is almost invincible on the battlefield, invincible.

Heavy riding has very high demands on war horses and soldiers, so even the deep night gods ca n’t train more.

It is a pity that although Daxia occupies the entire Central Plains region, the production rate of war horses is too low, not to mention the extremely heavy riding that requires war horses.

"Ma'am, is there no one in Daxia who can stop the gods from riding again?" Ning Chen asked puzzledly.

Daxia's millennium heritage, if it was just maimed by 30,000 heavy rides, it would be unreasonable. Daxia has been invincible for so long, and always needs something under the box.

"Yes, the **** of war triumphant, and the hundred thousand black water army in his hand" Chang Sun looked nodded solemnly, said.

"Why did you never see the triumphant Hou shot?" Ning Chen asked more puzzled.

He had also heard of the military **** of the top ten martial arts masters of Daxia. Since he was so powerful, he did not rush out. Did he really have to wait until Daxia was completely abolished before he could turn the tide?

"Because Her Majesty had strictly forbidden any action of the Triumphant Hou before his disappearance," Chang Sun's eyes were also a little puzzled. Now she is more and more unable to understand Xia Huang, what he wants to do.

Ning Chen has nothing to say, so fart, you can't let ordinary soldiers go to fight hard with the gods, and the invincible Wujun, who will stop?

Moreover, I heard that there is still a congenital person in Yongye Shenjiao, but he has never come out. What idea is Yongye Shenjia playing?

Ning Chen found that there are still many things he does not understand, especially for Yongye God's Church, his understanding is almost limited to the legends of the world, and he does not know anything about the inner situation of the true God's Church.

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In the northern Mongolian military camp, Fan Lingyue was sitting in the tent, with a trace of fatigue from the march of many days on the beautiful face. For a long time, he asked softly, "When will they arrive?"

"Return to the military division, it has already departed at noon, and it will arrive in three days at the latest," the young general respectfully said.

"Tell Qingwuyou to be careful, Mo Yao is to be seen by Da Xia's spies," Fan Lingyue reminded calmly.

"Yes" the young general took command and immediately turned away.

"I wasn't able to kill him at first, it really caused a lot of trouble"

Fan Lingyue sighed that she hadn't planned to use their ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ so quickly, but Da Xia's determination not to die made her have to use this hand in advance.

Longitudinal tigers return to the mountain and end up suffering. There is one more Ningchen, and there are too many variables.

It is a pity that Simingjian was seriously injured by Da Yan's Prince Yan and could not shoot again in a short time, otherwise it would be the best way to remove this hidden danger as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Fan Liyin's beautiful eyes slightly squinted, if she didn't guess wrong, Ning Chen should have the same idea with her at the moment.

She can give him a chance as well as a chance for herself.

After a moment, Fan Lingyue raised the pen, wrote a letter, and immediately said, "Come!"

"In" an armoured bodyguard walked in.

"You went to Da Xia Camp and handed this letter to a young man named Ning Chen. When you arrived at Da Xia Military Camp, you directly stated that you would like to see this person. Da Xia's queen will introduce it for you." Fan Lingyue handed out the letter, said lightly.

"Yes!" The bodyguard bowed and bowed, then went out.

One hour later, the bodyguard came to the Daxia military camp. He said bluntly that he was the messenger of the Northern Mongolian king's court, and wanted to see the queen's mother and daughter in Daxia.

A general from Daxia came up to search him carefully, and immediately led him to the grandson's account.

"Niangniang, Beimeng's messenger asks for advice"

"Come in"

In the account, the grandson was still asleep, and said.

"Go in" General pushed a guard, his tone was not good.

The grandson glanced casually at the northern Mongolian guard in front, and said lightly, "What did your military division call you to do?"

The bodyguard was uncomfortable with the glance of Changsun, but still said stubbornly, "In the name of the military division, come over and deliver the letter to a man named Ning Chen in your camp"

"Huh?" Wen Yan, a flash of cold light flashed in Changsun's eyes, and the temperature of the entire camp seemed to have suddenly dropped ...