Chapter 235 The Daily Life of the Prince of the Palace (17)
"Father, how should we deal with Commander Zhou?" Although Su Zhan led the people to arrest Commander Zhou, Commander Zhou is an old subordinate of King Zhennan after all. How to deal with it still needs to be asked by King Zhennan first.
King Zhennan closed his eyes. From the age of sixteen to now, he has been fighting for himself for more than ten years. It would be false to say that he has no feelings, but when it comes to the country, King Zhennan cannot allow himself to be soft-hearted.
"Just deal with it how you should. You don't have to show mercy for my sake." King Zhennan closed his eyes and said with a cold face, "There are other people in the palace, let's take this opportunity to investigate them too."
Commander Zhou has found out, but no one can guarantee that there is no second spy in Zhennan Palace.
With the words of King Zhennan, Su Zhan's next actions in the palace became more unimpeded.
One morning a few days later, people in Sheng Dynasty got up as usual and started their busy life. However, an urgent battle report from the north of eight hundred miles instantly broke the original peace and tranquility.
Not long after the man with the battle report entered the palace, the news of the attack in the Northern Desert spread to everyone.
The north is located in a desert, and there is no fertile land to grow food, resulting in the normal supply of food. Therefore, it is normal for them to focus on the food of neighboring countries.
However, Sheng Dynasty was not a bad person. There were still people in his own country who couldn't eat enough. How could there be any extra food to help neighboring countries?
Focusing on food, both sides suffered numerous casualties in offensive and defensive battles every year. However, it was impossible for the Northern Desert not to come to rob it, and it was impossible for the Sheng Dynasty not to resist.
As long as the Northern Desert comes to attack the city, there will inevitably be a bloody battle. As time goes by, the folk customs on the border between the two sides will become more and more fierce.
Today you call me mother, the day after tomorrow I call you uncle, and the day after tomorrow you kill me or I kill you, those are the most common things.
A small battle takes three days, and a big battle takes seven days. Both sides have become accustomed to fighting.
To this day, it is the first time that the imperial capital has received an urgent call from the north. You can imagine what this means.
In the north, things may really change.
However, in the next few days, before anyone could mention it, their hearts dropped. As if it was agreed upon, everyone from the east, west, and south sent an express letter eight hundred miles away.
Then the people of the imperial city discovered that King Zhennan, who had just returned, put on his armor with a stern expression and hurried out of the city with his guards.
"Hey, something big is going to happen. Even King Zhennan won't be able to sit still and go to the battlefield."
"What are you afraid of? Our prosperous dynasty has a military god and we will not be defeated."
"Yes, that is the King of Zhennan who is victorious in every battle. As long as he is around, our Sheng Dynasty will never be defeated."
The same was true in the life of the original owner. The people of the Sheng Dynasty trusted King Zhennan too much. Even if the enemy countries jointly attacked, they did not believe that the Sheng Dynasty would be defeated.
Not only did everyone in the Sheng Dynasty trust King Zhennan wholeheartedly, but even the enemy troops understood that once on the battlefield, King Zhennan would be invincible.
So they spent decades squeezing the Zhou commander next to King Zhennan and letting him die outside the battlefield.
As soon as King Zhennan died, countless soldiers and people who believed in him suddenly collapsed and were killed by the enemy without any resistance. After all, even King Zhennan died in the battle, so how could they win and defeat King Zhennan?
enemy.
Su Zhan watched King Zhennan leave. There was no conspiracy behind the scenes. She believed that no one could stop King Zhennan based on the real fighting with real swords and guns on the battlefield.
As for Su Zhan, she has her own things to do.
After these days of rigorous searches, most of the nails planted by the enemy in Sheng Dynasty have been pulled out. Even if there are a few spies, they are closely watched by the Su Zhan faction. As long as there is the slightest sign of trouble, they will be
He was caught immediately.
The imperial capital is currently impregnable, and she has nothing to worry about. However, the people in the Northern Desert heard that they were being beaten back and forth, and she didn't know what happened to her stupid brother.
Su Zhan went to the palace to ask for the imperial edict from His Majesty the Emperor, and she persuaded His Majesty the Emperor to give her an army and rush to the Northern Desert.
As for how His Majesty the Emperor will face the Empress and Empress who are sent to the battlefield by their husband after their son went to the battlefield and their sick nephew was also sent to the battlefield, that is his business.
His Majesty the Emperor silently bundled up his clothes. It wasn't cold at all. Why did he suddenly feel a chill down his spine just now?
The closer you get to the north, the harsher the environment becomes. Often there is no human habitation within a radius of ten miles.
Until he felt sand in the air hitting his face, Si Ya immediately said to Su Zhan, "Your Majesty, we are almost arriving at Beixing City."
Su Zhan nodded, looked back at the many soldiers who looked tired from traveling all night, and then looked at the sky where the sun was about to set. "Instructions to go down and set up camp on the spot, and set off for Beixing City early tomorrow morning."
"As commanded."
As night fell, Su Zhan received a report from spies that 50,000 troops from the Northern Desert had besieged Beixing City for nearly half a month.
Su Zhan knew in his heart that growing food was not easy in this desert land. Beixing City's food reserves should not be large, and a half-month siege would be the limit.
As the saying goes, before the soldiers and horses move, food and grass go first. As early as before the war started, Su Zhan knew that the Northern Desert would be the first place to be short of food, so he ordered people to escort food and grass to the North Desert in advance.
However, the people escorting grain and grass were not as light as them. Just this afternoon, Su Zhan successfully surpassed the grain and grass team and arrived here first.
If nothing else happens, the food and grass team will not be able to reach North Star City until this time tomorrow.
According to the spies' reports, Bei Mo continued to attack Beixing City for a long time, and even tried to abandon Beixing City and attack in the direction of the Imperial City.
But Beixing City is surrounded by desert mountains and the roads are very rugged. Bei Mo is good at attacking and killing on flat ground. Once they have to cross mountains and ridges, most of their people may fall before they can attack the imperial city.
Secondly, every time they tried to take a detour, the Zhenbei Army would always rush out and fight them to the death. It was not until the Beimo people retreated that the Zhenbei Army retreated into the city.
After repeated visits several times, the people in Beimo started to scold me first.
The next day, Beixing City, Zhenbei Army garrison.
"General, there is not much food in the city." The scribe waving his feather fan said bitterly.
Before the general sitting at the head could speak, the military general on the other side shouted anxiously, "General, the soldiers have no food and no food to fill their stomachs. How can we settle this matter?"
"That's right, what should we do?"
Many military generals were arguing, and the scribe did not expect them to give any opinions. He turned to ask his subordinate, "General Liu, do you have any ideas?"
Liu Pianjiang was a middle-aged man with bronze skin. He shook his head. Without food, even an iron man would lose his fighting power, let alone them who are mortal.
