Bone Yi responded. He didn't know whether he should believe these ghosts and gods now, but at least it could make the officers and soldiers feel at ease.
After all, because of the previous defeat of Yanzhou, the generals and officers in the army who heard the rumors were also uneasy. No matter what spells the enemy used or what new weapons they actually made, the morale of the army could not be disturbed before the battle.
"In the Battle of Hongmen, Yuchi Shun was also defeated miserably. Nine times out of ten, he was defeated by something like this." Yang Jian then said, just in case, he sent many scouts to find out the news, and sure enough,
I found out about Yuchishun's defeat and capture.
To be able to suffer a disastrous defeat in such a short period of time, the Han army knew without thinking that they must have used that kind of weapon. After all, Yang Jian and Yuchi and his son had many opportunities to fight against each other. Of course, they knew what Yuchi Jiong and Yuchi Shun were like.
people.
It is very unlikely that the upright father and son will let go directly. In other words, Yu Wensheng's defeat was not only due to his incompetence, but also because this weapon did have considerable power.
Yang Jian was even a little jealous of Li Xinchen. He didn't know what means Li Xinchen used to obtain such a thing, unless it was God's blessing.
Is it true that my luck is no better than that of Li Xingchen?
From Chang'an to Yinzhou, I have been in a desperate situation. Couldn't God open my eyes and help me?
"Since this kind of thing can deal with cavalry, then our cavalry should not act rashly. When the time comes, the ministries will rely on the city and trenches for defense and should not act rashly." Yang Jian said carefully. He looked at the city wall under his feet. At least he was relatively tall for it.
The wall has confidence.
If God doesn't help, I have to rely on my own strength.
Bone Yi took the order and left, while Yang Jian subconsciously looked south.
The battle around Shuofang should begin soon.
And further south from Shuofang is Chang'an.
I don’t know how my family is doing now. My children are still young.
Thinking of his family, even Yang Jian, who has always been hard-hearted, felt a pain in his heart.
In Chang'an City, Yang Lihua was indeed going through a torment.
Li Xingchen guessed from Yang Lihua's unnatural movements that she must have something to say.
But Li Xingchen didn't intend to ask.
Of course he knew what Yang Lihua wanted to say, because the letter written by Yang Miao was on Li Xinchen's desk and would be sent away tomorrow.
Yang Lihua's goal must be this, because ever since she entered the imperial study, her eyes have been looking up here from time to time.
Li Xingchen deliberately wanted to tease her, but he just looked through the memorial in a hurry.
Yang Lihua bit her lip lightly, not knowing how to speak.
Li Xingchen put down another memorial.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time to rest." Yang Lihua said in a low voice.
"Well, then please step back." Li Xingchen stood up and stretched.
Yang Lihua seemed to realize that if she didn't say anything now, she would have no chance, so she could only muster up the courage to speak: "Your Majesty, will this letter be sent tomorrow?"
"Which letter?" Li Xingchen pretended not to know.
"It's the letter written by the slave's sister to my father." Yang Lihua could only say bravely.
"This," Li Xingchen picked up the letter on the table and waved it, "that's right."
Yang Lihua said hurriedly: "Can you leave it to me for safekeeping?"
Li Xingchen asked with a smile: "This is a letter from your sister to your father. Even if you were there to help me when I wrote it, I can't just give it to you directly. I promised Miao'er. If Miao'er
What should I do if I find out?”
Yang Lihua said directly: "Your Majesty knows that sending this letter will not be good for Miao'er and my father, so why did you agree to it?"
Li Xingchen glanced at her in surprise and said coldly: "Even if you are lying, don't drag your sister into trouble. She is willing to write Miao'er's letter, and I agree, and even if there is any accident, I will protect her."
, it’s not your turn to worry. What you’re worried about is actually your father, right?”
Yang Lihua's expression changed, and she quickly fell to the ground: "I am guilty."
After all, Yang Jian was not only his father, but also the enemy of the Han Dynasty.
Li Xingchen smiled and said: "What's your fault? Family love is what people should have. If you forget about the love of your parents, what's the difference between this person and an animal?"
Yang Lihua didn’t know what to say.
Li Xingchen said with great interest: "Based on the current situation, do you really think that sending such a letter to Yang Jian is harming him?"
Yang Lihua frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "What do you mean by your Majesty's words? I don't understand."
"No, you understand," Li Xingchen said directly, "It's just that you are still lucky. If you say that the little girl Miaoer can't see through it, I can understand it. But if you say you don't understand, I don't believe it."
Yang Lihua hesitated for a moment and could only smile bitterly.
Indeed, the battle situation has evolved into what it is now. Even if Yang Jian waits in Yinzhou, he is just asking for death. The strength accumulated by the big man is simply not something that Yang Jian's soldiers and horses can withstand, whether it is muskets or those who have not yet
Regardless of the new firearms that come on the scene, Yang Jian will be completely defeated.
As a female official next to Li Xingchen, Yang Lihua has indeed come into contact with many memorials related to firearms, etc., and has some understanding of firearms. However, it is impossible for her to pass on this useful information now, and she can only wait anxiously every day.
With the result of the war in the north, Yang Lihua knew that Yang Jian had no chance of winning in the face of firearms.
So now instead of expecting Yang Jian to continue to resist, it is better to expect Yang Jian to bow to Li Xinchen, at least that will not lead to death.
Such a letter from home can certainly play a role in persuading Yang Jian to bow his head. Even if Yang Lihua knows that with her father's proud character, it will be difficult to accept this fact, but at least in these troubled times, life is better than death.
Li Xingchen reached out and pushed the letter to Yang Lihua: "I know you wanted to tear it up before, but you were just afraid that I would blame you. Now I can tell you clearly that no matter what you do, I will not blame you, and
I can also help you tell Miao'er that the letter has been sent."
Yang Lihua looked at Li Xinchen with wide eyes. She never thought that Li Xinchen would choose to do this.
My hand trembled slightly as I placed it on the letter, and my fingers trembled.
But in the end, she still pushed the letter in the direction of Li Xingchen and lowered her head: "I can't deceive Miao'er, let alone do anything sorry to her. After all, this is her wish, and she has the right to let her father know.
"
Li Xingchen looked at Yang Lihua with a half-smile, as if he already knew Yang Lihua's choice: "Do you want Yang Jian to live?"
Yang Lihua suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Li Xinchen.