Chapter 0107 Hope
Yu Shaoxie and Mi Jing looked at Xiao Rong. Looked at Xiao Rong. Looked at Xiao——No need to look, after Xiao Rong reacted, he had already chased after him.
Yu Shaoxie: “…”
Mi Jing: “…”
Looking at each other, they also walked out.*
This was an emergency. Qu Yunmie summoned all the generals in the city. After learning what Nan Yong had done, most of them were indignant. A small number of people were relatively calm, as they felt that the situation was a bit tricky at the moment.
After collecting the spoils and integrating the prisoners of war and civilians, the army will not stay in Shengle City forever. In a few days, they will go to Shuofang next door. Shuofang is only more than a hundred miles away from Shengle. Even if they are not marching quickly, they will arrive there in more than two days.
Let’s look at Yizhou. Even the nearest Chengdu County is 3,500 miles away from them. In order to get there as soon as possible, the person who was designated must run until he vomits blood. Even if the person doesn’t vomit blood, the horse will vomit blood.
Besides, killing Nanyong people is not as satisfying as killing Xianbei people. Whether from the perspective of military merit, journey, or personal perspective, everyone hopes to stay in Shengle City.
But it is impossible for everyone to be so lucky to escape. There will always be one unlucky person who will be pointed out by the king.
Except for a few stupid people who kept cursing the Nanyong villains, the rest of the people were basically silent. At this time, the last thing anyone wanted was to be noticed by Qu Yunmie and then take on this tough job.
There is one person's silence that is different. Others' silence is one of guilt, but his is one of numbness.
From the moment he heard this sudden battle report, he knew that he was alive again.
The next second, Xiao Rong stepped over the threshold. At the same time, Qu Yunmie's voice rang out: "Wang Xinyong, you lead the rear army to Ningzhou and take back all the lost cities for me. Dongfang Jin, send a military order to the commander of Anding City and ask him to send 30,000 troops to quickly support the local garrison."
There are several strongholds of the Zhenbei Army to the north of the Huai River. The main force is stationed in Chenliu and Yanmen Pass, and the secondary troops are stationed in Beiyangzhou and Anding City. The former is to guard against sneak attacks from Nanyong, and the latter is to guard against sudden intrusions from the Western Regions.
Throughout history, Anding City has always been an unlucky place. Whenever trouble starts in the Western Regions, this city is the first to be hit.
As for Xiping, Jiuquan, Dunhuang, and Gaochang, which are on the same route, they are closer to the Western Regions, but they have not been looted as often as Anding City, because those counties are multi-ethnic, and the local people from the Central Plains may account for less than one-third, and their governors are mostly foreign leaders who have bowed to the Central Plains. The Western Regions people will not necessarily offend them when they ask them to pass through. Only Anding City, due to geographical and historical factors, is basically full of Central Plains people, making it the most suitable target for the Western Regions people. ...
The threat from the Western Regions is now very small. After the Donghu people expanded, the living space of the Western Regions was repeatedly squeezed. The largest country in the Western Regions was Wusun, but Wusun was just driven away by Qu Yunmie two years ago. If Qu Yunmie had not been keeping an eye on the Xianbei, he could have directly crossed the Tianshan Mountains and attacked the Wusun's hometown, Issyk-Kul Lake. Fortunately, he did not do so, otherwise Wusun would have been destroyed long ago, and there would be no chance to lick their wounds pitifully now. An invasion from the East has caused them to be in turmoil internally, and it will take a long time to recover. It is estimated that before Qu Yunmie died, they did not have the courage to come again.
There were a total of 40,000 troops stationed in Anding City, and Qu Yunmie withdrew 30,000 of them in one go. This was also a last resort, after all, only the army of Anding City was closest to Yizhou.
Qu Yunmie was already discussing the battle situation with other generals while holding a map. Xiao Rong stood aside and listened, feeling confused.
Why is it Yizhou again? ...
There is a reason why Anding City is unlucky. Why did Yizhou also encounter troubles again and again? Yizhou is located in the hinterland, surrounded by mountains on all sides. It is the most typical place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. But in this era, its advantages seem to be gone. First, it was occupied by foreign races, and the real natives were slaughtered. Later, the foreign races declined and it was snatched away by different forces several times. The Qingfeng Sect targeted it, the Xianbei people targeted it, and now even Nanyong is targeting it. How strange.
Xiao Rong is not an intuitive player. He prefers to analyze the pros and cons and then make the best solution. But when it comes to such an inexplicable situation, Xiao Rong can't help but become a little superstitious.
According to official history, whenever something happened in Yizhou, something bad happened to Qu Yunmie as well, and one thing led to another, like dominoes, and in the blink of an eye, Qu Yunmie's nameless empire collapsed. Now, Xiao Rong, with his foresight, had strangled the unrest in Yizhou half a year ago when it just started, but half a year later, something bad happened again.
The system did not remind him of anything, so Xiao Rong's anxiety at this time only came from his own worries. You could say he was superstitious or thought too much, but he was afraid of this kind of unexpected accident anyway.
Xiao Rong was thinking wildly, while Qu Yunmie, who was surrounded by generals, was also saying, "The 30,000 soldiers from Anding City should be able to arrive within five days. If the military report is correct, Shen Yangrui's army is still advancing northward. According to what they said, they sent out 100,000 troops, but the scouts reported that there were not that many people, probably only 50,000 or 60,000."
Yuan Baifu: "Indeed, the entire Nanyong has only a few hundred thousand troops. It is impossible for them to spare 100,000 troops just to attack these two states."
Jian Qiao frowned: "Five days? There are two big mountains to the north of Ningzhou. If we don't take a detour, plus the time it takes to cross the mountains..."
Qu Yunmie pointed at the map and said, "Go in from Chencang Road, follow the Lianyun Plank Road, then pass the Baoxia Road, and finally enter the pass from Yangping. It will be enough to climb over a mountain."
Jian Qiao: “…”
He forgot Qu Yunmie's ability to recognize roads, which he would never forget once he had been there. Then again, the last time Qu Yunmie entered Yizhou was three years ago, and they did not take this road at that time. They entered from Yugu Road.
Thinking of this, Jian Qiao couldn't help but look at Wang Xinyong, who had a calm face and looked very reliable.
You can send anyone, but don't send Gongsun Yuan. With such a complicated terrain, Gongsun Yuan will definitely not be able to get out once he gets in. ...
I thought the matter was settled, but Qu Yunmie suddenly fell silent for a while, and then added: "The 30,000 soldiers in Anding City are only there temporarily. When Wang Xinyong arrives with your rear army, send those 30,000 people back. The garrison in Anding City cannot be vacant for a long time."
At this point, he asked Wang Xinyong, "How many people are there in the rear army now?"
After the fierce battle last night, it was clear how many Xianbei were left, but the casualties of the Zhenbei Army had never been clearly counted. Qu Yunmie only knew that he had suffered heavy losses, but did not know the exact number.
Wang Xinyong replied: "There are still 36,000 people."
Qu Yunmie's expression suddenly darkened. There were 50,000 people when they came, but now there are only 36,000 left. Three-tenths of them died here.
Qu Yunmie felt increasingly heavy-hearted. He looked at the other three people. He didn't ask, but the three of them already understood what he meant.
Gongsun Yuan replied: "There are still 50,000." He brought a total of 60,000 people.
Jian Qiao: "Fifty-three thousand." He also brought 60,000 people.
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