"General, shouldn't we be asking General Zhenguo to send reinforcements at this time?"

"Currently, Zhongnan Pass only has tens of thousands of troops. Although the rebels have already fought a fierce battle, and General Xiong is no match for them, he still has hundreds of thousands of troops under his command."

"No matter what, the rebels must have lost quite a few men, right?"

"Please, General Zhenguo, send more troops to defend Zhongnan Pass together. We'll repel the rebels every time they come. We'll wear them down!"

Jin Huan raised her head, looked at him, and said:

"Hmm...that makes sense."

Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that this General Jin was also a general under the General of the State, but he was far inferior to that General Jin Mang.

"Send an urgent report to the General Who Guards the Nation! Request that he send more troops!"

"We must hold Zhongnan Pass before the rebels arrive!" Jin Huan commanded, waving his hand.

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Meanwhile, in Nanjing.

Inside the Prince Qing's Mansion.

"Father, I beg you, please go and talk to His Majesty."

Jin Jiande, leaning on his cane, looked at Prince Qing, who was sitting in a chair sipping tea, with a worried expression.

Upon hearing this, Prince Qing put down his teacup and said calmly:

"Jiande, I know that since the battle of Yanluo Mountain... you've been somewhat..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jin Jiande interrupted, "Father! Can't you trust your son just this once!"

"We can't put all our eggs in one basket. We need to have a backup plan. It's not feasible to put all our hopes on the battle of Bailiyuan."

"Last night... I even dreamed that the traitors stormed into Nanjing."

Prince Qing raised an eyebrow, his wrinkled eyes looking at his son. After a long while, he slowly said:

"We haven't received any news from Bailiyuan yet, so don't overthink it."

"Drink more calming tea."

Upon hearing this, Jin Jiande could no longer contain himself. His face flushed red, and he shouted:

"Calming tea, calming tea! No other tea works!"

"I think we're likely to lose the Battle of Bailiyuan!"

"Just you wait, Dad, you'll see!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Jianren walked into the lobby from outside with a gloomy expression:

"How dare you speak so recklessly!"

"If you said this in the army, you would be charged with disrupting morale!"

"Wait? Wait for what? What awaits us is bound to be good news!"

Upon seeing him enter, Jin Jiande turned away without saying another word, his face cold.

Jin Jianren, with his hands behind his back, watched him leave and sneered, "What a spineless coward."

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P.S.: If I could turn back time, I would have bought the train ticket three days ago. Now I can't even get a ticket, sob sob.

Goodnight everyone, I hope you can buy it! (?′?`?)