"spring."

Ying Zheng stretched out his big hand, stroked the woman's cheek, and replied lightly.

After noticing the confusion in those beautiful eyes, his brows softened a little and he explained patiently.

"After a bitterly cold winter, the Xiongnu horses were thin and weak, and spring was their weakest period."

"Oh, I see."

Hearing this, Chu Yuening suddenly understood.

The Huns were a nomadic people who lived wherever there was water and grass. In winter and spring, the grass and trees withered and all things died.

Horses, cattle and sheep cannot get enough nutrition and can only consume fat, so they naturally become thin. When the horses become thin, the strength of the Xiongnu cavalry is greatly reduced.

The so-called taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and attacking his weak point, the enemy is weak and we are strong, so we must not miss the opportunity.

Chu Yuening's starry eyes moved, her thoughts raced, and suddenly she thought of something and couldn't help but sigh.

"No wonder they always raid in the autumn."

At first she just thought that the Huns were trying to plunder enough food to survive the winter before winter came.

Now that I think about it, they were fearless and took advantage of others' misfortune.

After all, after being fed with abundant water and grass in the summer, the horses were fat and strong, and this was the time when the Huns were at their strongest.

The Qin Dynasty was busy with the autumn harvest and had no time to take care of other things. The Xiongnu cavalry was highly mobile and would advance when it was advantageous and retreat when it was unfavorable. They were as slippery as loaches.

Whether fighting or not, the Qin Dynasty would not gain any benefits, but would delay the autumn harvest. That is why Ying Zheng built the Great Wall to resist the attacks of the Huns.

"They won't have a chance later."

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed across them.

This time, we must defeat the Huns and make them completely surrender to the Qin cavalry, leaving them no chance of making a comeback.

"Well, after we conquer the Xiongnu, we can train a large number of fine horses for the Qin Dynasty."

"Then conquering the world in the future is just around the corner!"

Chu Yuening said excitedly, her eyes shining and her little face full of smiles.

In ancient wars, cavalry was a powerful branch of the military and often the key to victory, so the importance of war horses is self-evident.

The Xiongnu territory has always been a good place for raising horses, with vast grasslands, abundant grass and water, and fat and strong horses.

Looking at the spirited woman, Ying Zheng smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness as he echoed her lovingly.

"Well, it's just around the corner."

After the two chatted for a while, Chu Yuening began to yawn and felt a little sleepy. With the gentle coaxing, she fell into a deep and sweet dream.

Ying Zheng looked at his wife's peaceful and beautiful sleeping face and sighed imperceptibly.

There was actually another reason why he attacked the Huns in the spring, which he didn't tell Yue Ning.

Spring is the mating and reproduction season, with livestock and people pregnant, which is undoubtedly a heavy burden for the Xiongnu tribe.

Once the war breaks out, if they are defeated, it will be difficult for them to escape and hide, and the Qin Dynasty can take advantage of the victory to pursue and attack them relentlessly.

The war between the two ethnic groups has always been a life-and-death struggle, bloody and cruel, with no mercy at all.

A few days later, the factory started to close for the annual holiday.

The workers in other counties were shocked and happy. They could not believe that such a good thing could happen in the world.

For a time, factory jobs became increasingly popular, and the people felt a stronger sense of belonging to Daqin.

However, the workers in Xianyang have long been accustomed to it, and they go home with New Year's goods in their hands, smiling happily.

Xianyang City was becoming more and more lively, with lights and decorations everywhere, but the chief physician and students of the medical school were filled with sorrow and were in great pain.

"Alas, failed again!"

"Master, please take a rest first. The Queen also said that penicillin is difficult to extract and it will take time to succeed."

"No, help me up, I can fight again."

Xia Wuqie rubbed his messy hair vigorously, and his depressed face became cheerful again, but the heavy dark circles under his eyes could not hide the spirit in his eyes.

He stood up with the help of the student's arm and continued to fiddle with various experimental instruments, muttering to himself, as if he was possessed.

The student sighed dejectedly, stopped trying to dissuade the other student, and went to practice battlefield first aid methods himself.

When the news reached Qinian Palace, Chu Yuening smiled helplessly, feeling indescribably moved in her heart.

She called the palace maid and gave her instructions in a gentle voice.

"The Imperial Hospital has someone carefully look after him. Any needs will be met, but please do not disturb him too much."

"On New Year's Eve, we'll arrange a good New Year's Eve banquet for them."

"Yes, my lady."

After dealing with this matter, Chu Yuening arranged logistical and medical matters.

Alcohol, bandages, and anesthetics have all been developed, and what is needed now is large-scale production.

To this end, she also built a pharmaceutical factory next to the military factory, hired workers with high salaries, and worked overtime to produce.

Now that war is imminent, not only does Ying Zheng discuss strategies with his ministers every day, but Chu Yuening is also busy with logistical support.

On New Year's Eve, the couple can finally take a break.

Winter mornings are always foggy. The candles in the room have burned out, but the fireplace still retains some warmth. The atmosphere is quiet, with only the sound of two shallow breaths.

The biological clock developed over the years woke up Ying Zheng. He raised his eyelids lazily, but did not stand up. Instead, he hugged the delicate girl in his arms tightly.

The rough big hand rested on the waist, and it was grasped with a slender grip. The touch was soft and delicate like solidified fat, which made him unable to let go, and he gently rubbed it with his fingertips.

"Mmm...itchy..."

The sleeping woman frowned and murmured aggrievedly, struggling to break free from the rebellious hands.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng had no choice but to give up. He couldn't help but kiss her between the eyebrows, with a hint of teasing in his magnetic and hoarse voice.

"Why are you so squeamish?"

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