The dark night shrouded the boundless wilderness. The blood-stained flag stood proudly in the north wind. Rows and rows of sharp blades reflected the cold moonlight, illuminating the hearts of the border guards.
One of the bonfires was taken away while it was shaking. The soldier rubbed his hands, knocked hard on his stiff legs twice, and then started patrolling holding a torch.
In the Chinese army's tent, Meng Tian was still reading the battle report.
The current war situation is not optimistic. Wolf King Maodun is the first to sweep all the tribes on the grassland and integrate them into a peerless hero of the grassland empire.
This kind of person is a natural wolf master. Under his leadership, the enemy's morale is extremely high and his desire to fight is strong.
Furthermore, the worries that were vaguely perceived back then have now become a reality. Some of the Mohist disciples in the Central Plains surrendered to the grassland!
After ten years of development, although the wolf clan does not possess machine beasts, various weapons and equipment are no longer as far behind the Central Plains as they used to be. This has greatly added to their military strength.
The most important reason is that Meng Tian cannot let go and fight this battle.
Does Xianyang, the central empire behind it, support it?
How can a general who cannot be trusted even behind his back defeat the vicious and cunning enemy?
Meng Tian, who is now in his forties, feels that ever since His Majesty the First Emperor drove the eldest son Fusu to his side, he has been worrying to the point of aging prematurely.
In this battle with the prairie wolves, the enemy has 200,000 string control men and our own garrison of 300,000 troops. It seems that we have a numerical advantage, but in the fight, our own side is stretched thin.
The line of defense is too long and cannot be defended.
Here he held back the main force of Maodun, and the two armies were locked in a stalemate.
But in other places, the wolf cavalry had broken through the defense line, burning, killing and looting wantonly, and it was impossible to eliminate them all.
The enemy seems to be very aware of his own disadvantages, and his arrangements make it difficult for him to counterattack.
Thinking back to Chen Ping's previous bold speculation that someone in the center of the empire had colluded with the prairie wolf clan and intended to kill the eldest son, Meng Tian really felt that his head was not enough.
"Hu~hu~"
The tent was opened, and Fusu walked in with a deep breath.
He was the supervisor of the entire Northland Army. He had just inspected the camp in person, and his face and ears were red from the wind.
"General, how is the situation?"
"Master Supervisor, according to the news sent back by General Su Lie, King Zuo Xian's troops were intercepted by him and temporarily retreated."
Meng Tian's words made Fusu frown. He took off his thick cloak and sat down. At the same time, he asked: "King Xian of the left is blocked, what about King Xian of the right?"
"King Youxian was also blocked by our army, but our side suffered a small defeat. We still don't know the outcome of the subsequent battle."
"I don't know how many murders will be caused by these thieves who missed it! Wolf King Maodun!"
Having seen the cruelty of the aliens on the grassland, Fusu wished he could cut Maodun into pieces with a thousand knives.
For every oppressive moment he endures here, the people of the Central Plains may be suffering from a sharp butcher's knife.
However, his anger is of no use. The battle situation is at a disadvantage and he is being plotted by the enemy at every turn. His anger cannot help break the situation.
"Hmm? Where is Chen Ping?"
Fusu suddenly turned around and looked around, wondering.
…
In the walled city of the military camp, there is a tall arrow tower, and Chen Ping is sitting here.
There was another person sitting next to him, wearing silver armor and holding a light blue scabbard in his hand - Ji Bu.
Ji Bu played with the Shadow Tiger Sword in his hand boredly, and at the same time arched his arm over Chen Ping, "Hey, do you really think things will develop as you expect?"
"Um."
Chen Ping nodded, his eyes still staring straight at the lone moon in the sky, "Do you think, if this continues, Mao Dun can defeat us?"
Ji Bu twitched his eyebrows, looked around, made sure there was no one there, and then replied: "It will take a long time, and it will take a year, but it can be done."
"If you win, can you kill the eldest young master?"
"cannot."
Ji Bu flatly denied it.
In such a large-scale battle, high-level figures who do not charge into battle are not so easy to die.
Just like Fusu, even if the war fails in the end, everyone will give priority to protecting Fusu from retreating.
There is no need to fight until the end. When the situation is irreversible, Meng Tian will definitely force Fusu to withdraw first.
"So, it will take at least a year and we still can't kill the eldest son. If this plan doesn't work, we need to add more people."
Chen Ping pursed his lips, turned his head and smiled confidently at Ji Bu.
At this moment, a soldier's loud voice shook the night.
"Stop! Who is it!"
Chen Ping and Ji Bu quickly stood up and looked towards the direction of the sound.
At the gate of the military camp, there seemed to be a motorcade with a vague shadow.
"Please report back to General Meng Tian, Xianyang's military envoy has arrived."
Xianyang!
Reward the envoy!
Ji Bu's eyes widened.
Chen Ping's lips couldn't help but rise.
…
The envoy from Xianyang to reward the army has a very high profile.
General Feng Jie was the deputy assigned to Lu Yan by King Qin when he was in charge of Zhao ten years ago.
His father, Feng Quji, is now the royal censor of the Imperial Court, and is also at the highest level of Communist Party member.
Under the orders of His Majesty the Second Emperor, the eldest brother Fusu was fighting the menacing steppe wolves at the border of the empire. In order to boost the morale of the three armies, General Feng Jie came with meat, wine, and some money to reward the three armies.
Fusu didn't know what kind of mood he had when he took the edict from Feng Jie.
Chen Ping had previously speculated that the central government of the empire would plot against them after the war started, but Fusu could not believe it no matter what.
But now, is Feng Jie, the general who brought wine and meat, sincere or malicious?
Fusu didn't understand.
My eighteenth brother, who is not yet thirteen years old this year, is still an innocent young man, but he actually has such vicious thoughts?
Meng Tian saw Fu Su's distraught look and immediately came close to support him, saying at the same time:
"Master Supervisor, you check the battle reports, observe the soldiers, and plan countermeasures every day. You almost forget to sleep and eat. You really should take a rest.
Now His Majesty the Second Emperor has also sent General Feng Jie to send greetings. If you fall ill, wouldn't you be living up to His Majesty the Second Emperor's concern?"
Seeing Fusu's face, Feng Jie was immediately worried and echoed Meng Tian: "Your Highness, Lord Supervisor of the Army, General Meng Tian's words are reasonable. You should go and have a rest."
With Meng Tian's support, Fu Su managed to raise his hand and wave it. After coughing twice, he said, "I'm really sorry. I'm trying to be brave. Fu Su, thank you General Feng Jie for your understanding."
"Quickly, stop talking and get in."
Feng Jie looked anxious and walked forward quickly, wanting Fusu to enter the tent to warm him up. However, he suddenly remembered that he was not familiar with this military camp and was at a loss for a moment.
He acted as if he was genuinely worried about Fusu.
…
At the gate of the military camp's walled city, convoys carrying fine wine, meat, and money were being inspected. After being recorded one by one, they slowly drove inside.
I believe that the news of Xianyang sending people to reward him will soon spread throughout the army and boost morale.