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Chapter 491 The world is in turmoil. Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition! (asking for monthly tickets)

Soldiers were lined up with spears and swords ready. Looking out from the Xiyi City, one could only see the endless murderous aura like black clouds, rolling and tumbling across the sky. It was the so-called murderous aura forming clouds for three hours a day, and the cold sound of fighting could be heard all night long.

In Xiyi City, two people were playing chess.

Black and white chess pieces fell on the chessboard, making crisp sounds. One was a gentle and simple young man, and the other was a calm and arrogant man. The former played black and the latter played white. Pojun looked at the chessboard and said nonchalantly, "Qingyu, good trick."

"Standing outside and stirring up trouble, you have stirred up the anger that was only a little bit. Now, the confrontation between Chen and Ying is no longer something that those people in the court can control."

"They said they would not fight at this moment, but the people below have already refused to agree."

Wen He smiled gently and said, "I am just executing the orders. The overall strategy is still done by Mr. Po Jun. He is indeed worthy of being the first counselor under the command of His Majesty the King of Qin. Only Mr. Po Jun can be the chief counselor of the three armies!"

Mr. Pojun remained calm and said:

"Do you think that saying this will be helpful to me?"

Wen He said sincerely: "Everyone in the world says so, and it is true. The sage said that the three hundred poems can be summed up in one word: pure thoughts and sincere hearts. Their hearts are sincere, without any hidden schemes, and they are expressed in words, so they can move people's hearts."

"Every word Wen He said came from his heart, without any concealment."

Pojun looked calm and composed, just playing chess calmly.

He held the chess piece in his left hand and squeezed it hard with his right hand behind his back.

happy!

Pojun is now 34 years old, and he at least knows about Anshuang's existence.

Mr. Wen He looked at the talented strategist who couldn't hold back his smile with a gentle look in his eyes. He drank a sip of tea and looked at the fierce aura outside Xiyi City. He said, "It's still a bit cold in the northwest at the turn of spring and summer."

"Mr. Pojun, it's a bit cold up here, how about we go down?"

Po Jun said calmly: "No."

"Why?"

Po Jun said succinctly and confidently: "This is how a famous scholar should behave."

Mr. Wen He: “…………”

"Uh-huh??"

The smile on Mr. Wen He’s face froze.

Even though it was him, he was often unable to keep up with Mr. Pojun's unexpected choices and answers.

After these two guys came to Xiyi City, they led the actions of Xiyi City with the support of Li Zhaowen. In their eyes, the so-called calm situation at this moment was like a platform built with wooden sticks.

It looks stable, but in fact, if you just poke it with your finger, it will collapse completely from top to bottom.

The contradiction already exists and is extremely intense.

It will not be possible to pretend that something does not exist just because the civil and military officials have exchanged interests and whitewashed the situation.

A truly top-notch strategist would never do these things rashly or forcefully.

They all take advantage of the situation.

To intensify the existing contradictions and make them burst out in a violent way.

Xiahou Duan, a famous general from Xiyi City, raised his head and looked up. The wind was blowing and his sleeves were fluttering. There were two famous scholars above. One had a gentle expression and was wearing a long robe with dark blue satin patterns, and the other was tall and slender, wearing only clothes with ink and red colors.

Playing chess in this chaotic world is so elegant and magnificent.

How heart-breaking, how frightening, how terrifying.

This famous general who had experienced the previous era had witnessed the methods of these two people with his own eyes. The situation in the entire Xiyi City, which covered an area of ​​a thousand miles, seemed to be shrouded in their fingers. The two strategists raised their hands with five fingers stretched out, and the hanging silk threads controlled the situation.

By taking advantage of the situation, we successfully intensified the suppressed contradictions at the lowest cost.

And we don't know who added fuel to the fire.

How horrible.

There are more than one strategist of this level in the Prince of Qin's palace.

At this moment, if any commander on either side refused to fight, he would even be overthrown by the soldiers. The tempers of both sides were aroused, and reinforcements from both sides continued to arrive. From the heights of Xiyi City, different flags could be seen arriving every day.

The reinforcements from both sides almost formed a huge dragon.

The flags are flying high and the murderous aura is surging.

Amid the admiring and horrified gazes of the onlookers, Mr. Pojun finally tightened his clothes and said, "The wind is a bit strong, let's go down."

When Mr. Wen He went down, Xiahou Duan and others came to greet the two gentlemen. Only he asked the two gentlemen to leave their calligraphy, which could be passed on to future generations and was also a record of the major events in this place.

Decades later, perhaps this will become historical material.

It is not just unofficial history circulated among the people, but also unofficial history compiled privately by scholars.

But it is official history.

Mr. Wenhe wrote down the three words "Xiyi City" without hesitation, and then signed it in one go. Mr. Pojun was too lazy to do such a thing, but after Mr. Wenhe said a few words, Mr. Pojun was surprised and thoughtful.

He immediately started writing with joy.

After the two left, Xiahou Duan and others went to see them, and their expressions all changed.

[Ingenious Strategy]——Yan Daiqing from the Western Regions.

[Brilliant idea] — Observe the stars during the reign of Yan Daiqing.

Mr. Wen He smiled happily, raised the corners of his mouth, and then suppressed them.

Finally it rose up.

Yan Daiqing couldn't take care of him today.

Cool!
Mr. Pojun feels that all the famous ministers and generals in this world are fools, and he has no interest in making achievements and passing on his name to future generations so that those fools will worship him. In this case, among the people who used the strategy of Xiyi City.

The natural choice is a more interesting approach.

Mr. Wen Qingyu said happily: "At this moment, Dai Qing should still be feeling relaxed and happy because I am not in Tiance Mansion. Ah, I really hope to see the change in his expression."

Mr. Pojun shook his head, thinking that there was something wrong with this guy.

Looking up, he saw the thick clouds that were piling up because of the military's evil spirit, stirring up the vitality of heaven and earth. The strategist's eyes were filled with a coldness as if made of iron, and he frowned for a long time.

My lord, the trend has begun.

What happens next will be up to you all...

Day two.

The battle of Xiyi City started. Both Chen State and Ying State deployed more than 100,000 troops. The contradictions and conflicts accumulated during this period of time broke out in this way. The sound of weapons colliding roared from morning to night.
The setting sun is like blood.

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"What, a war broke out in Xiyi City?!" Right Prime Minister Feng Yuning was drawing with a pen in his hand. When he heard this, a look of concern for the country and the people appeared on his face. He waved his hand and asked the person who reported the news to leave first.

Finally he finished the painting. Looking at this vast landscape, every stroke was very well done. It was the result of his hard study over the years. He can be regarded as a master of his generation. His paintings are grand in spirit and elegant in strokes. Even the famous artists in ancient times could not be compared with him.

"As expected, the world is in turmoil. The situation has reached this point. It would be strange if there was no fighting."

"My Great Chen is really going to die."

The Right Prime Minister was silent for a long time, but he still wrote a letter and sent his confidant out. When the confidant came back with a slap mark on his face, Feng Yuning asked, "What are the people from the Ministry of War doing?"

The confidant kowtowed and cried, "They refused to hand over the things."

"You won't hand over the things?!"

Feng Yuning sneered, swept his sleeves and said, "Those stinking soldiers, the country is in danger at this time, they are still eating empty salaries, still greedy for military funds, fighting on the front line, they are enjoying themselves in the rear!"

"I will definitely report him!"

"It's better to give this money to me than to these bastards!"

Feng Yuning was extremely angry, but he was writing furiously in his study, swearing to report the Minister of War and the Vice Minister of War. His son knew about this and tried to persuade him:

"Father, when the country is in danger, it is still a bit too much to withhold military funds from the front line..."

Feng Yuning frowned, turned around and slapped his son on the face, scolding:
"madness!"

"What does the rise and fall of a country have to do with us?!"

"Have you become stupid from reading so much?!"

Feng Jingxiu was stunned.

Feng Yuning frowned. This famous scholar who was famous for writing the poem "Song of Pity for the Peasants" when he was young lowered his voice and said, "The Great Chen is going to be destroyed. Our whole family is counting on you and me. If you and I fall, our entire clan will be implicated. Won't these thousands or tens of thousands of people be killed?"

"Where else can we have a life like this?"

"Son, are you willing to sacrifice the lives of your entire clan for the sake of one person's good name? Or are you willing to protect your own blood relatives even if it means bearing a little bad reputation?"

Feng Yuning was eloquent and her rebuttal left Feng Jingxiu speechless.

Right Prime Minister Feng Yuning's expression also relaxed, with a trace of sadness and regret on his face: "Besides, it is because Your Majesty did not listen to the advice of the famous scholars and great Confucian scholars that you have ended up like this. How can you blame me? If the king is not a king, then the ministers will not be ministers. This is the world."

"Are you really going to let us die together for this incompetent and ruthless person like Chen Dingye?"

"You want to be a bookworm?"

"Da Chen is going to fall. I have no choice but to get more gold and silver before it falls. As a man, I have to protect my family and relatives in troubled times. It's already a struggle to survive. I don't have time to care about anything else."

Feng Jingxiu's expression was moved: "But, how can the military expenditures for the front line be..."

Feng Yuning stared at his son for a long time before he asked, "Do you think that only father is fighting?"

"Why is the Ministry of War so stubborn and unwilling to give in?"

Feng Jingxiu's expression changed drastically, Feng Yuning sighed and said:
"Do you know how serious the problem of empty pay in the military is?"

"Do you know how many of the 100,000-man army are just names that eat food and silver?"

"It's not like my father would do such a thing."

"But the general trend of the world is so turbulent. Everyone in the court, civil and military officials, is trying to grab it. Who wouldn't? Everyone is taking it. In this situation, if everyone else is taking it and you don't, you'd be a fool and a laughing stock."

"Others are well fed and will be able to survive in the future, but they just watched that rigid and stupid gentleman die with a smile, his bones turned to ashes, and no one knew about it." "Besides, your father has already sent someone to the King of Qin."

"No matter what, father will find a way out for you... If we go somewhere else, even if we can't achieve fame and participate in court affairs like we do now, at least we can have a prosperous and peaceful old age."

"after all………"

Feng Yuning said confidently: "I did, I had someone deliver it."

"A full [eight million] taels of silver!"

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In Xiyi City, the situation is turbulent, the battle front is tense, and the officials in the rear are struggling.

But in the end, they still held out, which was a great achievement for the Ying State. The fighting between the two sides was fierce. It was not as fierce as the war in the Western Regions in previous years, nor as brave as the battle in which the Wolf King directly attacked the interior of Daying, but it was also a rare bravery in recent years.

The eyes of the people all over the world are focused here.

The logistics and military forces of all parties gathered together. Chen and Ying mobilized civilians and forced labor to replace the reserve army to transport food and logistical supplies. The road from the northern border of Chen's capital to Xiyi City was filled with people transporting food and fodder.

Just at this critical moment.

The enemy was spotted in several cities of the State of Chen.

This time it did not come from the north, but from the southern part of the Chen State's territory. A total of five armies came out together, including one army stationed in Zhenxi Pass City. The leader waved his weapons and laughed loudly, shaking all directions.

The general of the State of Chen who went into battle had not yet seen the opponent's blade when he heard a low wolf howl and felt a pain in his neck. Then his head flew off and a pool of hot blood spilled. In this severe pain, there was only one thought in his mind.

"What a swift sword..., what a swift cavalry..."

The sight in front of me gradually dimmed.

All that could be heard was a sound coming from the wind that had been silent for hundreds of years, and the sound of horse hooves falling, exploding like thunder.

"Qilin Army, Qibili, please come!"

Golden Scimitar Cavalry, a branch of the Tiele clan.

The world's top light cavalry.

Qibili, who was at the top of the sixth heaven and the Great Khan of the Nine Clans of Tiele, led the strongest light cavalry in the world to attack and kill, like a sharp blade, cutting into the territory of Chen State in an incredible direction.

Attack the city and capture the territory!

His cavalry was fast, and the brave soldiers pressed their bodies close to their mounts when charging. The blades of the specially made sharp-grade scimitars in their hands were extremely thin and fast, and seemed able to tear through the wind.

The most dangerous and sharpest blade, the first knife in the hands of King Qin.

Tear apart the false peace in this world.

In the southwest, the King of the Southwest Duan Qingyu was not there, so it was the old general Tai Boyong who once followed Duan Qingyu who led the Southwest Flying Army onto the battlefield. The old general held the extremely heavy mace in one hand, carried it on his shoulder, and looked at the city of Chen State in front of him.

"Heh... Lord Taiping, King Shenwu."

"I was defeated countless times by you. I said that I would never give in to you, but you are dead now. Our agreement is no longer valid!"

"Now, the old man is going to fight under your son's command."

"This world is really unimaginable."

Tai Boyong raised the huge mace in his hand. With the strength at the peak of the sixth level, he was able to lead an army. He looked ahead with a blazing gaze: "Southwest Flying Army, the people of Jiuli——"

"Drum roll, march!"

The defenders saw the huge iron-eating beast in front of them roaring and running at high speed on the battlefield. The galloping flying army was accompanied by auspicious signs, and the battle flag of Jiuli was raised again.

On the battlefield in the southeast, the roar of the gray wolf shook the heavens and the earth.

The young general held a double-edged sword in his hand and galloped across the battlefield just like his father. Behind him was a cavalry corps that was no less powerful than the Night Cavalry, the Canglang Guards led by the Wolf King himself.

With a slash of the sword, the weapon in the enemy's hand was cut off. The young general did not take the opponent's life, but knocked him unconscious and knocked him off his horse. The big flag fluttered behind him, and under the pattern of the gray wolf, there was a huge flag with the word "Chen" on it.

His eyebrows raised, and next to him, a god who had his arm broken and then reattached it with a mechanism was protecting him.

The young warrior took a deep breath and said loudly:

"I am the son of King Shenwu, Chen Wenmian!"

"Coming General, can you please leave your name?!!"

On another battlefield, Fan Qing silently looked at his comrades in front of him. Looking at the faces that had accompanied him all the way, he smiled and raised the weapon in his hand.

There was also that flag, the one that was already tattered and had scarlet marks on it. It was the original flag of the Qilin Army, and it even had fingerprints left by everyone on it.

Today, some of those who once left their hands here have died, some have come and gone, but there are still successors under this flag.

The military spirit roars.

We fight side by side.

We will stand shoulder to shoulder again.

Qilin’s military flag was raised in the sky.

Although he was born in an ordinary family, he kept struggling on the battlefield and survived countless times. With his own will, he defeated the oppression of the blood of the ancient red dragon. The god with a more advanced soul held his weapon and stepped onto the battlefield.

"Qilin Army Fan Qing, please come in."

Just as people all over the world were watching Xiyi City, they all felt that although King Qin had obtained Xiyi City, he no longer had the same fierce attitude as before and did not even participate in this war.

The King of Qin immediately used the most ruthless method.

They directly attacked the battlefield in all four directions and launched an offensive together. Among the four armies, the strongest commander was Chen Wenmian, the son of King Shenwu, who held a magic weapon, and his assistant was Xiao Wuliang. The next worst ones were all at the sixth-level, brave generals who had experienced hundreds of battles.

The states of Chen and Ying were just border towns.

However, at this critical moment, the King of Qin directly showed the momentum of a war to annihilate a country, as if he was determined to crush the State of Chen if there was any disagreement.

Yuan Zhi and others were stationed in the rear.

The same thing happened to the armies of all four directions. The State of Chen suffered a huge blow. While the elite legions were confronting the State of Ying and the City of Xiyi, the real elite troops under the command of the King of Qin were like spears that pierced through the battlefield and the world.

The State of Chen responded quickly. Even though it was so corrupt, at least its size was still huge. At least it was still a huge, rotten giant. It mobilized troops from all directions and resisted the four armies of the King of Qin.

After all, Ying State just wanted to get Xiyi City.

But the King of Qin really wanted the State of Chen to die.

And at such a moment, he still made a correct judgment.

In the face of death, he quickly mobilized his troops and gathered a group of 200,000 troops, bringing together the only remaining famous generals outside the battlefield of Xiyi City, and advanced forward. Among these generals were veterans of the Ministry of War and those recommended by the Right Prime Minister Feng Yuning.

They have their own abilities.

Although they were greedy for money, they also had martial arts and military strategies that they had cultivated along the way. After a meeting on military strategies, they were sure that the King of Qin was planning to take advantage of the incident in Xiyi City to plunder many benefits from Dachen.

The King of Qin sat in the rear, preparing for the ceremony of coming of age.

The troops were divided into four directions, intending to attack the State of Chen from multiple locations and seize its land.

Faced with such a situation, we cannot just sit there and wait for death.

However, dividing into four groups to deal with the Qin army one by one is not a good choice, and it is even a very amateurish choice.

That means that the State of Chen is acting according to the choices of its opponents.

This method of dealing with the situation would itself put one in a passive position. Moreover, the King of Qin had many brave generals and wise counselors under his command. Following the opponent's rhythm would be equivalent to being led by the nose by the opponent, and one would surely die.

The only plan now is to take risky moves and attack the place where the enemy must rescue!

So they planned to attack Qin quickly from the center and go straight to the opponent's capital, hoping to attack instead of defend. They certainly did not intend to break through Jiangnan in one go, but just wanted to delay the offensive of the other four armies.

Forcing the enemy to return to defense, thereby weakening the opponent's offensive and protecting the remaining cities of the State of Chen.

It is a risky move, but a strategy with a very high success rate.

Given Jiangnan’s background, this strategy is probably extremely dangerous.

But the generals did not hesitate.

The day when a man becomes famous and is awarded a title for military merit is now!

A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of men. How can he live out his life in one place in such a time of great change? Besides, the King of Qin is now preparing for his coming-of-age ceremony. All eyes in the world are on him. What else do they have to fear?

The 200,000-man army marched quickly, and after seven days, they encountered their enemy.

Solemn, silent, and quiet.

The flags were flying, pointing to the sky. The inky black flags fell from the sky like rolling clouds. The inky black armor was murderous, and the atmosphere was depressing and silent, as if there was only one person, with the tip of his gun pointing to the sky.

When the wind blows through, it sounds like a long wind passing through a bamboo forest, and its sound is slow and gentle.

Under those huge flags, the generals lined up in a row. They were all wearing armor and had solemn expressions. They didn't say a word. However, the void behind them began to ripple and transformed into strange beasts and Dharma images, who pressed their claws low and let out bursts of roars.

It is precisely because of the silence that it seems more oppressive and stressful.

Seventh heaven, the sharpshooter general Wang Shunchen.

At the pinnacle of the sixth level, Ling Pingyang, the general of the Beiwei Army.

The pinnacle of the sixth level, Yang Xingshi.

Seventh Heaven, Han Zaizhong.

The strategist - Pang Shuiyun.

Behind these famous generals are armies under different flags.

The Tabai Army, the Xuanfeng Army, the Shengjie Army, and the Beiwei Army stood behind, so the generals of the Chen army had stiff expressions, watching the horrific military formation and the murderous aura gather together, and then transform into a golden-winged Roc, wantonly showing off its presence.

Under the huge banner with the character "Yue" on it, the dragon horse stepped slowly forward. The sound of it seemed to be stepping on this chaotic world, like a low war drum.

The general, wearing armor with dark gold mountain patterns, a helmet, and a scarlet cloak, held a spear in his hand. He raised it under the flag and pointed it forward. The flag fluttered, and the murderous aura of the military strategist rushed freely into the sky and turned into rolling black clouds.

Your opponent.

Yue Pengwu.

(End of this chapter)