Chen Xi, the head of the Second Cavalry Regiment of Beishuo City, also echoed: "Who planned this? It's an insult to our Yanbei warriors. We need war. We need to fight the enemy squarely!"
"Yes!" The tribal chiefs also shouted excitedly, "Yanbei is full of good men, there are no cowards hiding here and there!"
Chu Qiao suddenly felt disgusted. Thinking of the tragic scene she had just seen outside the city, she felt that these people were as annoying as flies. She raised her head, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, and said in a deep voice: "I made the battle plan. Who has any objection?"
The crowd suddenly quieted down. Ten days passed, and no one dared to look down on this young girl as they did before. In just a few days, she not only reorganized the composition of the army and reformed the management system of the base camp, greatly improving work efficiency, but also magically created a kind of red stone called "brick". Although this thing is not as strong as stone, it is extremely efficient in building cities. In order to increase the strength of the city wall, she also dug up a large amount of ice from the nearby Chishui River, and quickly built a second wall more than 30 feet high outside the city wall. In this way, not only will the city wall be more solid, but it can also effectively prevent the enemy from climbing and attacking the city.
She used her superior military skills to set up a large number of horse pits and traps outside the city. Today, Beishuo has become a solid iron city, and it no longer looks like it used to be, which could be easily collapsed by the wind.
Therefore, even if people were dissatisfied with her, no one dared to speak out for a while, especially since she had just made a great contribution and completed the resettlement of refugees. At this time, her reputation in the army was no longer what it used to be.
"I have an opinion." A low voice sounded slowly, and everyone turned their heads to look. It turned out to be the vanguard representative of the Second Army.
Xue Zhiyuan looked at Chu Qiao coldly and said in a low voice: "We have been preparing for this war for eight years. In these eight years, we have been actively working to win over manpower and material resources, secretly training soldiers, and integrating the strength of the army. We will not forget the shame of Huoleiyuan. The Fire Cloud Flowers grown on the flesh and blood of our ancestors are still blooming, and they are waiting for us to avenge their previous shame. However, we have been waiting silently for eight years, and what have we got in return? Hiding and shrinking?" His eyes were gloomy and cold, and he even glanced at Yan Xun sitting in the main seat, and said in a cold tone, "Where is the Yan family's spirit of not fearing death? Has the prosperity of the imperial capital burned your highness's bones?"
As soon as the words fell, the conference room fell into a terrible silence. Yan Xun was dressed in a black robe, with long eyebrows and light eyes. He had been sitting on the back of the chair. When he heard this, he slightly raised his eyebrows, glanced at Xue Zhiyuan, and twitched the corners of his mouth. He actually chuckled indifferently, but the sound was like ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month, chilling the bone marrow and making people's backs cold.
Yu Xin, the deputy general of the Second Army Corps, who was sitting at the same table with him, stood up immediately and said quickly: "Zhiyuan has a reckless personality, but please forgive him for worrying about Yanbei and serving the public wholeheartedly, and don't blame him."
Beishuo City Lord Xia An also stood up and said, "Although what General Xue said was not right, it was all for the sake of Yanbei's war and victory. Your Highness, please forgive him for his many years of fighting and sacrifice, his outstanding military exploits, and his contributions to Yanbei's independence."
Upon hearing this, the other generals also stood up and pleaded for Xue Zhiyuan. Only the military representative of the First Legion did not move. He had a gloomy expression on his face and seemed undecided.
"General Xue is outspoken, I like him very much." Yan Xun narrowed his narrow eyes slightly and said calmly, "Please take a seat, everyone. You are all meritorious officials of Yanbei. It is my blessing for me, Yan Xun, to have your support. How can I blame people who have made contributions for no reason? Besides, General Xue was just expressing his own ideas and did not mean to be disrespectful to me. What crime has he committed? General Xue, don't you think so?"
Yan Xun's voice was extremely indifferent, his eyes were cold and sharp, with a restrained edge. Xue Zhiyuan had no choice but to stand up and whispered, "Your Highness is wise, I am dull and don't know how to express myself. I didn't mean to offend Your Highness, please forgive me."
Upon hearing this, everyone praised His Highness as wise and stood up tremblingly and sat back in their seats.
At this time, Xue Zhiyuan did not sit down, but turned to face Chu Qiao and said in a deep voice: "Master Chu, please answer my question just now."
When these words were spoken, even Yu Xin of the Second Army frowned. He had just contradicted Yan Xun, and Yan Xun had already let it go, but he still refused to give in. After all, Yan Xun is now the nominal leader of Yanbei. If this continues, it will be greatly disadvantageous to the Second Army.
Before he could stand up to smooth things over, Chu Qiao stood up slowly with a gloomy face, looked at Xue Zhiyuan coldly, and said lightly: "General Xue, I didn't expect that you would ask such a naive question. I'm very sorry."
Xue Zhiyuan's eyes turned cold, and he was about to speak, but Chu Qiao's face suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "War is not an arithmetic problem. In the regular combat process, the power comparison between the two sides is not a simple comparison of numbers! There are many factors that determine victory. Numbers are only one aspect of the advantage. The morale of both sides, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, the overall strength level, the comparison of weapons, the accuracy of intelligence, and the transmission of information are also important factors. The speed, the personal ability of the commander, the actual combat experience of the soldiers, the terrain of the battlefield, the logistics supply, and the support of the public opinion, all of these are enough to have an important impact on the overall strategy. Simply judging the victory or defeat by the number of people, and constantly entangled in such superficial issues as a few fighting a few, is completely a layman who has no understanding of war, and only makes such a low-level mistake! "
The girl's disdainful rebuke was like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads. Her words encompassed almost everyone. Deputy General Chen Xi snorted coldly, stood up and said, "We are all laymen, and you are the only strategic expert, right? I have fought in Yanbei for more than ten years, and I have never met a madman like you."
"History has long told us that those who always talk about their past achievements have no future. Moreover, some people's past achievements may not be worth remembering." Chu Qiao said mercilessly, "I ask you to realize that the situation we are facing now is not just a war. The victory or defeat of a war will not help the overall situation. For Daxia, we are just a local rebellion on the border. They own Hongchuan and can send hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops at any time. "If a large army of 10,000 soldiers came to encircle and suppress us, Zhenhuang would be able to summon an army of 100,000 soldiers in less than two days once the conscription order was issued. And what about us? We are risking our lives to fight Daxia. What is the path before us? If we win, we will continue to survive. If we lose, we will all die. We are not afraid of death, but we cannot die in vain. A partial victory will have no impact on the overall situation. In the battle of Beishuo City, we don't want to achieve a tactical victory, but an opportunity to open up the war!"
Chu Qiao clenched her fist and waved it vigorously in front of her body, and said with a firm look: "What we want is not to defeat the Xia army in one or two battles, but to drag them to death, wear them down, and then strike them all in one blow."
Yan Xun stood up and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, Ah Chu is right. In the battle of Beishuo, we want not only a victory, but also to defeat the enemy to the greatest extent possible while preserving ourselves. This is a battle that determines life and death. The survival of Yanbei is in your control."
Yan Xun looked at everyone with a calm expression. His eyes were like a deep ocean with fierce waves surging in it. He bent down in front of everyone and bowed deeply, and everyone was stunned.
Immediately, Yan Honghuan knelt on the ground and said in a sonorous and deep voice: "I swear to follow Your Majesty until death!"
Immediately afterwards, everyone in the conference room knelt in front of Yan Xun and shouted in unison: "We will follow your Highness until death!"
The wind outside the window is still blowing, and the iron cavalry of Daxia is coming.
Chu Qiao stood in front of the Beishuo Gate. Right in front of her were the 3,000 vanguard troops of the First Restoration Army and the remaining 20,000 soldiers of the Black Hawk Army. Yan Xun was dressed in armor, a dark fur coat, and equipped with swords. The cold wind blew past his temples, lightly brushing the man's thin but tough outline. She suddenly felt a little cold, and she pursed her lips gently. She wanted to say something, but her throat felt tight. It seemed that she had already said everything she wanted to say. All that was left was deep worry and reluctance.
"Let me go with you." She still said this. Although she knew it was wishful thinking, she still grabbed the other person's sleeve eagerly.
"Ah Chu, be good." Yan Xun held Chu Qiao's hand, blew a breath on it, then rubbed it lovingly, and advised softly, "Meilin Pass is thousands of miles away, the weather is extremely cold, and the climate is abnormal now. You are not in good health, how can you travel such a long distance? In addition, we also need someone I trust to coordinate the overall situation and send me battle reports at any time. Daxia cannot be defeated for a while, and Beishuo will take some time to become the main battlefield. I will send someone to escort you to Lancheng in the rear later. Miss Yu's troops are there, and you will get her help and care, so that I can feel at ease."
Chu Qiao had heard this many times last night. She knew it was hopeless to say it out loud, but she was still unhappy. She lowered her head sullenly and said nothing.
"Your Highness, it's time to set off." A Jing walked up and said in a low voice.
"Wait a moment," Yan Xun raised his head, his face dark and his attitude extremely unfriendly, "Didn't you see that Lord Chu and I were discussing important military matters?"
Ah Jing hit a big snag and hurriedly nodded and bowed cautiously, no longer daring to disturb His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan and Lord Chu from the General Staff Office to discuss "important military affairs".
"Ah Chu, don't act like a child. Give me another month and I will definitely come back."
Yan Xun bent down and put his head under Chu Qiao's drooping face. He gently pinched her cheeks with a gentle smile, like a mouse that stole honey. "I know Ah Chu is very capable. He is more useful to me than ten reinforced regiments and a hundred military advisers. As long as you stand at the gate of Meilin Pass, those people inside will immediately flee and surrender. All resistance will vanish like water. The bandits of Daxia will surely come out of the city crying and surrendering their weapons and begging for mercy, and bow down to your divine power. But what can I do? We need you here too. If you are not here, I will be unable to sleep or eat, and my mind will be confused. So please, Master Ah Chu, have pity on my humble wish and help me take care of this mess in Beishuo."
With a puff, the angry person finally changed his anger into joy, punched Yan Xun on the shoulder, neither too hard nor too light, and said with a pout, "Slippery tongue."
Yan Xun let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, wiped his forehead with his hand, and then shook it off, as if he could shake off a lot of sweat, and said: "Finally, the rain has stopped and the sky is clear. It was even more strenuous than fighting a Northern Expedition."