One, two, three, freeze! No one moves.
In the 233rd year of the Great Campaign, there were turbulent waves in secret, but on the surface, it was very calm without any ripples.
Each and every one of them is busy consolidating their power in their own territory.
Time flies, the snow comes, and in the blink of an eye, the earth turns green and spring comes.
In the spring, the King of England was the first to become restless.
He has no food.
The southwest territory, which originally belonged to half of Dagan, has now all fallen into the hands of Yang Hanmo. Although Yang Hanmo did not move Haizhou, the fief of King Ying, he was still in a state of being surrounded and isolated.
The King of England's troops are all in Qingzhou and Huizhou. Yang Hanmo cannot give him food and military expenses for free. The output of Qingzhou and Huizhou alone is not enough to support the King of England's army of nearly 200,000.
Haizhou is thousands of miles away from these two states. To cross other states, one must either pass through the territory of Prince Yang Hanmo or the territory of the pseudo-emperor Zhou Longdi, King Zhou. Both routes are blocked.
The food and fodder could not be transported at all, not to mention that even if the output of Haizhou was added, it would still not be enough to feed the British king's huge army.
Seeing that his food supply was about to run out, King Ying had no choice but to ask for help from his younger brother Yang Hanmo and express his loyalty by acknowledging his position as the legitimate Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace.
Verbal surrender is of course meaningless. Giving away food and fodder for free to help others raise their troops? That's not going to happen.
So after some haggling, Yang Hanmo agreed to solve part of his food problem, and King Ying withdrew from Qingzhou with his own troops. There were still about 100,000 troops in Qingzhou. King Ying retreated to Huizhou. On the surface, he was defending Beiqing, but secretly he was still thinking of taking advantage of the fight between the prince and King Zhou one day so that he could take advantage of it.
Knowing what he was thinking, Yang Hanmo didn't mind it. One must eat one bite at a time and conquer one state at a time.
Lin Xiaoman and Yang Hanmo, together with their men, passed through Anzhou and headed to Qingzhou.
Prince Jing, who was guarding Anzhou, warmly set up a welcoming banquet.
Prince Jing had also heard about the developments in the southwest. Even Fengzhou, the money bag, and Minzhou, the arsenal, had sided with Crown Prince Yang Hanmo. The small flame of desire for the throne in Prince Jing's heart had already been extinguished.
Unless he is extremely lucky and gets lucky, it will definitely not be his turn to sit on the throne, so it is better for him to be a carefree prince and abide by the law.
His fiefdom, Lizhou, is just a shabby place. It's not that he would be so unwilling to kill him for such a shabby place, right?
Moreover, once Qingzhou was recovered, the Hu army would all pour into Anzhou, and he would not be able to stop them. What's more, he had long wanted to stop doing such a dangerous thing as fighting.
When Yang Hanmo arrived in Anzhou, the two brothers met. Prince Jing enthusiastically invited him to drink, and after some probing, Prince Jing felt that this prince's younger brother was not a cold-blooded and heartless person. He still cared about his brother's feelings for him. Of course, relying solely on the old friendship was not very safe, so...
Late in the evening, Prince Jing made a series of bold moves.
The drunk Prince Jing accidentally tumbled down the stairs, and then...
Prince Jing: Ouch, my leg is broken, I'm disabled, I can't do it anymore! Brother Crown Prince, Anzhou is now in your hands.
If he is disabled, he can no longer be the emperor, so he will not be a threat and will be safer.
Compared to his life, Prince Jing was happy to pretend to have a leg disease and sit in a wheelchair.
The newly-minted "disabled" Prince Jing, along with his confidants, quickly packed up his bags and went back to his fiefdom in Lizhou next door.
Knowing Prince Jing's intentions, Yang Hanmo did not expose his fake disability. He directly took over Anzhou and placed his own generals there.
Then he went to Qingzhou and arranged his trusted confidants to fight and consolidate his military power.
The overall situation has been decided. Lin Xiaoman no longer needs to pretend to be Yang Hanmo. Instead, he can appear in front of people openly as the prince's sworn brother 'Mr. Xi'.
Because the seven major tribes of the Hu people had an army of nearly 300,000, and the battle lines of the three states of Muzhou, Anzhou, and Qingzhou were relatively long, the situation developed into a protracted war.
What’s infuriating is that, for some unknown reason, the Hu people ostensibly attacked the entire western border, but as for Chuzhou, which became Beiqing, the Hu people didn’t attack Chuzhou at all. At most, they just pretended to attack.
This talk of fighting the enemy together is nonsense.
In Chuzhou, it was just a drizzle, and the bastard was just watching the show.
Lin Xiaoman seriously suspected that Su Beici had colluded with the Hu people's so-called Great Chanyu Menghe.
Although he was angry, he could only try his best to regain the lost ground by using various strategies.
Yang Hanmo and Lin Xiaoman mobilized a large number of troops to try to recover the western border. After fighting for more than half a year, the situation seemed to be bright, but then the idiot King Zhou started to cause trouble.
In November, before winter came, the King of Zhou suddenly sent troops to attack Haizhou.
Originally, Chuzhou was in Beiqing, and Xinzhou belonged to him. In King Zhou's view, he controlled the salt. Once the salt stocks in various states were emptied, Yang Hanmo would have no choice but to come to him for help.
Whether to exchange for food or for territory will depend entirely on his wishes.
But more than a year has passed, and the warehouses are full of salt produced in Xinzhou, and there is no movement from Yang Hanmo.
According to the spies' reports, other states did not seem to be short of salt at all.
After careful investigation, it was found that Huaizhou and Zezhou produced a large amount of salt!
Especially in Zezhou, there are salt-producing workshops everywhere, which fully ensures the sufficient supply of salt in other states.
Upon hearing this news, King Zhou was furious. No wonder Yang Hanmo was so confident.
There is no other way. Since this is the case, we have to take over their salt-producing areas, occupy Zezhou first, and then attack Huaizhou.
To attack Zezhou, one must either go through Zhongzhou or Haizhou. Zhongzhou is defended by the Feng family army, and Zhongzhou's neighbor Fengzhou is powerful in both men and horses. It is said that the old men in Fengzhou have already defected to Yang Hanmo. Now Yang Hanmo is in full swing and cannot be defeated.
Haizhou is the territory of the King of England. Huizhou and Haizhou are far away. Unless they take the route from the capital, it will take more than two months to march there. If it is winter, the soldiers may freeze to death before they reach the destination.
After some discussion, they transferred troops from Xinzhou and Xinzhou and heavily guarded the capital. King Zhou chose to send troops to attack Haizhou in early November, first taking Haizhou and then attacking Zezhou.
His old nest Haizhou was attacked, and the King of England, who was still in Huizhou, was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, and his hair was falling out in clumps.
Lizhou and Zhongzhou were both willing to lend their way and allow him to lead his troops back to Haizhou, but the consequence of taking a detour was that even if the entire army advanced at full speed, it would take at least more than a month to reach Haizhou, and they would be frozen to death before reaching Haizhou.
If he asked for help, not to mention whether Yang Hanmo could dispatch troops to aid Haizhou, he was afraid that even if he repelled King Zhou, this old nest would still be taken away by Yang Hanmo.
After thinking it over and over again for two or three nights, the King of England made a decision with bloodshot eyes, gritting his teeth: Bastard Yang Hanfeng, I'm going to fight you!
With 100,000 soldiers and horses, the British army marched towards the capital.
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