Bingzhou.
Prince Yan's Mansion.
Zhao Huaizhen's forehead was covered with sweat, and he walked quickly and hurriedly.
He anxiously pushed open the door and said loudly, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"
now.
Yan Batian was standing inside the house with his hands behind his back.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring intently at the defense map on the wall, which recorded in detail the troop deployment and terrain of Youzhou and Bingzhou.
Yan Batian's thick brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes kept wandering over the picture.
For some reason, he always had a bad feeling.
As soon as he heard Zhao Huaizhen's voice, his heart skipped a beat.
Yan Batian turned around abruptly and asked anxiously, "Old Zhao, what happened? Did the Xiongnu invade the Great Zhou?"
Zhao Huaizhen took a few breaths and asked in confusion, "Your Highness, why are you so worried about the Xiongnu?"
"It's already November, and the grasslands are covered in snow. The Xiongnu should have migrated to warmer climes. Why would they come to plunder the Great Zhou?"
"Even if the Xiongnu came to plunder the Great Zhou, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to return to the grasslands!"
Yan Batian was silent for a moment, his brow still furrowed. He said worriedly, "I have a feeling they will come."
Zhao Huaizhen's expression changed drastically when he heard this!
Some people are born for the battlefield.
Especially Yan Batian, he has a beast-like intuition, which has saved him many times on the battlefield.
In the past, the Huns invaded.
The late emperor divided his army into four groups to resist them, but the other three groups were all fooled by the Huns' mobility.
Only Yan Batian traveled lightly into the desert, and accidentally killed several Xiongnu tribes. He was then named King of Yan and guarded Bingzhou.
Over the years, the Huns hated Yan Batian to the core and repeatedly spent a lot of effort to set up a killing array specifically for Yan Batian, but unexpectedly Yan Batian passed through without a trace.
Maybe it's luck once or twice, but if it happens every time, it can only be said that he was born to be on this battlefield.
Zhao Huaizhen has followed Yan Batian for many years and knows that Yan Batian's intuition has never been wrong, and this time is probably no exception.
Zhao Huaizhen's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, which direction do you think the Huns will come from?"
Yan Batian didn't answer, but instead changed the subject and asked, "Old Zhao, what did you just say?"
Zhao Huaizhen came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, something happened in Jingzhou!"
"Jingzhou?"
Yan Batian raised his eyebrows and said in a muffled voice: "Didn't we ask you to withdraw all the spies from Jingzhou?"
"With this amount of manpower, it would be better to deploy it along the border."
"Your Highness, please listen to what I have to say!" Zhao Huaizhen hurriedly explained, "I have already withdrawn the spies from Jingzhou."
"This was reported by the feudal lords of various places."
"Some vassal kings are already gathering their troops and preparing to march to the capital to support the emperor!"
Yan Batian shouted loudly.
"Confused!"
"What could possibly happen in Jingzhou?"
"If our little niece didn't have some capable people helping her, she would have been killed by the second brother long ago. Why did she have to wait until today for something to happen?"
Zhao Huaizhen clasped his fists and said, "Your Highness, the news received by the princes of You and Bing is largely the same."
"Yang Yingguang rebelled, the imperial city was set on fire, and shouts of killing filled the city walls."
Yan Batian said decisively: "No, it's impossible, there must be a trick!"
Zhao Huaizhen was stunned and asked in confusion, "Why do you say that, Your Highness?"
Yan Batian grinned: "Even if Yang Yingguang won over the Great Zhou's imperial guards, he could only win over three or four of them at most. Even if they all joined him in the rebellion, including the servants and other household servants, there would only be 20,000 people at most."
"With Pharmacist Li in Jingzhou, a mere 20,000 people can't cause any trouble!"
"If Your Majesty has something to do..." Zhao Huaizhen said softly.
Yan Batian raised his eyes, glanced at him coldly, and snorted.
"It'll be fine!"
"Even if something happens, we have to wait until everything is settled. The defense of You and Bing lines must not be moved!"
"Prince...Prince..." Zhao Huaizhen seemed to want to persuade him.
Yan Batian flicked his sleeves and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and tell those princes to send their people back. Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, I will have their heads!"
"Yes." Zhao Huaizhen bowed.
"Old Zhao, how many cars has Wuhan Iron and Steel Corporation produced?" Yan Batian asked, stroking his beard.
Zhao Huaizhen replied: "Two thousand."
"Let the workshops in various places work hard. By the spring of next year, there should be at least 5,000 vehicles!" Yan Batian ordered.
Zhao Huaizhen asked, "Your Highness, are you still thinking of launching a field battle to counterattack the Xiongnu?"
Yan Batian sighed and said, "If you just take a beating without fighting back, you will always suffer in silence."
"We still have to go deep into the desert to solve this problem once and for all!"
He had fought the Huns for half his life and was well aware of their strong mobility.
If you want to fight the Huns in the field, you have to limit their space of movement.
He thought about it for many years and finally came up with an idea.
Chariot!
A formation of fine steel chariots!
When encountering cavalry from the grassland, the chariots can be surrounded in a circle for defense.
If the two armies were to confront each other, the chariots could be used to gradually compress the Huns' space for movement.
…
Imperial city.
Every brick and stone in Age Square was stained with blood.
In the ditches on both sides of the square, blood gathered into streams, the deepest of which was deep enough to submerge a person's ankles.
It is now the dead of winter and the blood has already frozen into ice, leaving only the strong smell of blood lingering.
Throughout the entire night, the shouting and screaming in the imperial city did not stop, fires broke out everywhere, and smoke obscured the sky.
The people of Jingzhou were in panic, and many tried to leave the city to avoid the war. However, the nine gates of Jingzhou were wide open at this time, with no one guarding them, allowing anyone to pass through.
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