The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 167 The decisive battle
"Evacuate the people."

Meng Shulan said to Qi Yuanqing, "You take 1000 people from the east gate and north gate to transfer all the remaining people in the city."

Qi Yuanqing was taken aback, and said: "These craftsmen are gone, and there will be no more equipment and arrows in the city."

"enough."

Meng Shulan said, "It's not too late to rebuild after this battle."

The hearts of the generals sank, knowing that it was time for a decisive battle.

Qi Yuanqing led the people to transfer the masses, and Meng Shulan discussed with Yin Qiu and Shang Ming the deployment of the final decisive battle.

After everything was explained, Meng Shulan thought of someone: "Where is Supervisor Yin?"

Shang Ming pursed his lips and snorted, "Run away early! That kid heard that Wen Zhemao led an army of [-] to attack Qiuji, so he packed his things overnight and left the city among the evacuated people."

Meng Shulan frowned when she heard the words, but didn't say much, just let Yin Qiu and Shang Ming prepare for the final battle.

Win or lose here.

Standing on the city wall of Tahrir, looking at the crowd of people below the city, Meng Shulan pressed the hilt of her sword tightly at her waist.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull war drums roared, and the army under the city wall charged again.

The clanging of iron armor, the sound of shaking like thunder, the flames of beacon filled the sky to cover the sun and the moon, and the people on the ground walked like ants, but there was an endless stream.

"kill!"

The sound of fighting came out from the wide-open city gate, the chariots rumbled, and the horses neighed, like playing a song of triumph or a song of lament.

Arrows rained suddenly, and before the two sides met each other, the first round of confrontation began.

The rain of arrows rests, only the clang and war are heard.

After a day and night, the Xirong and Qiang allied forces broke through the Tahrir city gate and started street fighting with the Tahrir remnants.

*
On the tenth day of March, the Northwest United Defense Battalion.

After seven days of non-stop raids, Yan Qing and Hong Zhuang rushed to the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion.

"Who is coming!"

The soldiers guarding the camp saw the two men coming on horseback from a distance, pointed at the long hair in their hands, and asked loudly.

"The new Northland Defense Envoy Yan Qing, with the transfer orders from the Western Frontiers, asked to see the commander of the Northwest United Defense Battalion!"

Yan Qing reined in his horse and answered loudly, showing the imperial decree and Meng Shulan's seal to himself.

The soldiers guarding the camp respectfully let go after receiving the imperial decree and seal letter.

Yan Qing and Hong Zhuang handed over their horses to the soldiers guarding the battalion, and followed the leading soldiers into the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion.

The two commanders of the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion's main tent and the assistant joint defense battalion were shocked when they heard the report from the soldiers below.

"The final general has seen the defense envoy."

The two commanders saluted quickly.

"Don't be too polite."

Yan Qing raised his hand first, helped the two of them up, and went straight to the point, "Have the two generals received a letter asking for help from Xijiang?"

Both Ma Zhian and Lin Jianghai were shocked.

"To tell you the truth, General, I just received a request for help yesterday and are discussing reinforcements."

Lin Jianghai reacted first, and said with Yan Qing, "At present, the northwest is covered by heavy snow, the river is frozen, horses are trapped, and boats are impassable. It is difficult to reinforce the western border!"

Ma Zhian glanced at Lin Jianghai, who was about to surrender, with a dark look in his eyes, but said to Yan Qing: "My lord, the Northwest Joint Defense Battalion is a joint force between the two armies. It will be a huge disaster if the troops are mobilized and the enemy takes advantage of the vacancy."

Hearing this, Yan Qing and Lin Jianghai's expressions darkened, and they looked at Ma Zhi'an together.

Lin Jianghai and Ma Zhian even winked, and at the same time reminded in a low voice: "Don't be messed up at this time!"

Ma Zhian didn't care, but said to Yan Qing: "The general knows that your Excellency was born in Xijiang, and at least half of the brothers in this battalion will listen to your transfer, but the general should remind you. The Northwest Joint Defense Battalion is Xijiang and North Joint management of Xinjiang, if you want to transfer troops, in addition to the transfer orders of the Marshals of the Western Xinjiang, you must also have the transfer orders of the Marshals of the Northern Xinjiang."

"Xijiang is in a hurry right now, and the daylily will be cold when Zhenbeihou's order comes down!"

Lin Jianghai argued with Ma Zhian, "We have said it well before, first send troops to the western border for reinforcements, and explain the situation with Zhenbeihou on the way, and make up the transfer order. What are you doing at this time?"

Ma Zhian cast a slanted glance at Lin Jianghai: "That is when you are in charge of the army. Right now, the defense envoy is here in person, so the situation is naturally different. You and I have the right to temporarily deploy troops when the two borders are in danger, but it is limited to 5000 people. But seeing how aggressive the Defense Envoy is, 5000 people might not be enough to satisfy her appetite."

Facing Ma Zhian's aggressive tone, Lin Jianghai's forehead twitched, he really wanted to pry Ma Zhian's head open to see what paste was inside!
"The little general is not the kind of person who takes advantage of the chaos to seek power!"

Lin Jianghai reprimanded, "You don't use those little conspiracy theories to speculate on people! As for the soldiers in the joint defense battalion in northern Xinjiang, who do you really care about?"

"Although there are few troops in the joint defense battalion, they are all elite. You come from Western Xinjiang and you blindly obey the Yan family, but I can't put my brother's life in the hands of a yellow-haired girl for nothing."

Ma Zhi'an didn't refute that he was afraid that Yan Qing would transfer troops without order, and that he was plotting against his troops in northern Xinjiang. Instead, he bluntly expressed his distrust of Yan Qing.

Lin Jianghai still wanted to argue with Ma Zhian, but was stopped by Yan Qing.

"How many troops are there in the Northwest United Defense Battalion?"

Yan Qing asked Lin Jianghai.

Lin Jianghai looked at Yan Qing, who was neither angry nor annoyed, but directly ignored Ma Zhian. He was a little dazed, and the corner of his eye fell on Ma Zhian, and said: "There are 2 people here in Western Xinjiang, and [-] in Northern Xinjiang."

Yan Qing nodded, and said again: "Thirty thousand elites will be dispatched, and we will set off to reinforce the western border in the future."

Lin Jianghai was a little hesitant, but Ma Zhian, who was ignored, yelled: "3 people will be transferred if you say so? If the enemy takes the opportunity to attack the defense line of the joint defense battalion, will you be responsible if something goes wrong?"

Yan Qing's eyes turned cold, he quickly drew his sword out of its sheath, and asked, "If Xijiang is destroyed and Xirong enters the interior of Wu'an, will you be responsible?"

Ma Zhian was stunned, but quickly reacted, holding the cold blade on his neck, and said in disbelief: "For a large number of joint defense battalion troops to be transferred, there must be orders from the marshals of the two Xinjiang soldiers and horses. This is the rule!"

"You fucking idiot!"

Lin Jianghai slapped Ma Zhian on the head in anger, staggered his neck from the blade of the sword, grabbed his collar, pointed to the lettering on the hilt and asked him to read, "Open your eyes and see what kind of sword is this? Yujian Shangfang! You can cut first and play later, you don’t want to die?”

Ma Zhi'an was startled, and stared carefully at the inscription on the sword, he saw that it was indeed Shang Fang's sword.

Looking up again, Ma Zhian looked at Yan Qing with shock in his eyes.

In addition to being able to cut first and play later, Yujian Shangfang is also a symbol of power.

Seeing the sword is like seeing the Holy Spirit in person.

Such a precious thing, the emperor would actually give it to a yellow-haired girl?
"Xijiang transfer order plus Yujian Shangfang, can they transfer troops from the Northwest United Defense Battalion?"

Yan Qing asked Ma Zhian, "Or is it General Ma who thinks that the imperial sword of the Holy Majesty is not as good as a word from the Marquis of Zhenbei?"

(End of this chapter)