A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

Luo Shao's hand was trembling when he grabbed the scout's collar.

"Say it again, where is Wei Zhao's vanguard?"

The scout was so gripped by him that he could hardly breathe, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Three hundred li... The vanguard of the Xinwu Army is three hundred li from Chenqiao. On the Pingyang side, General Chen Sen has already closed the city and is holding it to the death, saying... saying that he will shatter Wei Zhao's undefeated myth under the walls of Pingyang."

Luo Shao almost felt dizzy.

Smash your mother!

This is the kind of thing he fears hearing most right now.

Chen Sen was his confidant and the most capable general in the Qinggu Army.

Luo Shao usually enjoyed hearing him make bold statements, such as "one spear can kill ten generals" or "the new Emperor Wu is buried under Pingyang City," which were very inspiring.

But things are different now.

That is Wei Zhao now.

The million-strong Holy Fire Cult couldn't hold him back; the three Zhang brothers died, and he managed to take in millions of refugees.

The sixteen cities of Qinggu, Luoxi, and Weinan were all lost in three days.

Luo Shao used to think that the "White-Clad Killer" was mostly an exaggeration, but now he doesn't think so anymore.

This person's reputation is well-deserved.

It was cut out.

"Chen Sen is an idiot."

Luo Shao gritted his teeth, forcing the words out of his throat:

"I entrusted him with guarding the city, not to compete with Wei Zhao for fame!"

No one laughed inside the tent.

The Ninth Princes, who had just been mocking each other, now had increasingly grim expressions.

Because Wei Zhao's knife didn't just land on Luo Shao's neck.

If Pingyang falls, Weinan will be lost.

If Weinan is lost, the Xinwu Army can take Luo Shao's grain, city, and people and use them to suppress Chenqiao.

At that time, Han Dashan and Zhou Laodao's 200,000 troops will no longer be sitting in their tents listening to battle reports.

He wanted to personally take Wei Zhao's gun.

Han Dashan pushed the wine bowl away and placed his thick palm on the table.

"Luo Shao, how many soldiers do you actually have in Pingyang?"

Luo Shao immediately replied, "Two hundred thousand!"

Old Zhou sneered.

"How much of that 200,000 you mentioned is inflated?"

Luo Shao blushed and almost cursed back.

But he held back.

Now is not the time for arguing. If this continues, the King of Weinan will truly become a ghost of Weinan.

"The main force of the Qinggu Army is in Pingyang."

Luo Shao suppressed his anger: "Chen Sen is a capable warrior, the city is well-fortified, and we have enough provisions for two months. As long as you are willing to send troops, Pingyang will not collapse at the first touch."

Qin Lie looked up at him.

"How many days can they hold out?"

Luo Shao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

How many days?

The question sent chills down his spine.

If you ask someone else, he can bang on the table and talk for two months straight.

But if you ask Wei Zhao, he really wouldn't dare.

With sixteen cities lost in three days, who would dare to speak with confidence now?

But we can't back down now.

If he backs down, the Ninth Prince will immediately start calculating whether or not to abandon him.

"Seven days."

Luo Shao raised his head and forced himself to keep his voice steady.

"Pingyang can hold out for at least seven days."

Even he himself felt like he was gambling with his life when he said those words.

No, it's already a gamble with one's life.

They gambled that Chen Sen would obey, that the walls of Pingyang were thick enough, that Wei Zhao didn't have enough supplies, and that these bastards would actually save him.

He hated entrusting his life to others more than anything in his life, but now he had no choice.

Du Heng tapped on the table.

"In seven days, the first batch of naval forces from Huainan will not be able to reach Pingyang, but they will be able to cut off the Xinwu supply route."

Xu Zhongmou slowly said, "Jingxiang can send 30,000 shi of grain, and the Qinglong Camp will send 15,000 men north. But you all need to protect the grain route together, otherwise I will be sending grain to Wei Zhao."

Ma Chengyi said gruffly, "Hedong has sent 20,000 troops, armed with iron armor."

Han Dashan looked at Zhou Laodao.

"What did you say?"

Old Zhou twirled the short knife in his hand and finally stopped.

"The Red Blade Army will send out 30,000 men, taking the southern route from Chenqiao. Within seven days, the first batch of reinforcements will reach the outskirts of Pingyang."

Luo Shao felt relieved; the 30,000 Red Blade Army.

This is enough.

Once the first batch of reinforcements arrives, the morale in Pingyang will be stabilized.

Chen Sen would not feel like he was in a lonely city.

No matter how strong Wei Zhao was, he couldn't possibly swallow up 200,000 garrison troops and the continuous stream of reinforcements from outside.

Qin Lie said, "The Iron Ridge Army has 20,000 men, and they will march along the wrong route from the Red Blade Army. If Wei Zhao divides his forces to intercept them, I will attack their flank."

Du Heng could no longer laugh; he only said one sentence.

"The Huai River League sent out ships to intercept grain."

Feng Wanjun crossed his arms.

"The Baiyue army is too far away. Send five thousand fast soldiers first to harass Xinwu Houlu via the mountain roads."

Sun Qing squinted.

"The Haidong Army will provide funds and ships, and the salt fields can also be used for military purposes, but my men are not good at land warfare and will not attempt to fill in Pingyang."

Xue Feng finally stopped calling it orthodoxy and said with a grim face, "The White Deer Army will send 10,000 men to guard the Anling direction and prevent Xinwu from taking a detour."

Xu Zhongmou nodded.

"In that case, the ten kings will not vie for the leadership of the alliance for the time being, but will each contribute troops and provisions to protect Pingyang first."

Upon hearing this, Luo Shao felt a glimmer of hope.

Han Dashan looked at him.

"Send a message to Chen Sen."

Luo Shao immediately grabbed the pen from the table, his fingers still stiff.

He wrote very quickly, almost pressing the paper so hard that it became fuzzy with every stroke.

"Pingyang must be defended to the death for seven days."

"The reinforcements from the various kings have been mobilized, and the first batch will arrive within seven days."

"You are not allowed to leave the city."

He paused here, his teeth aching from clenching them, and then added four more words heavily.

"We must never fight."

not enough.

Luo Shao looked at those four words, but his heart was still uneasy.

Chen Sen is too arrogant.

Having worn the title of the fiercest general in the Qinggu Army for so long, he actually thought that all the generals in the world should give him some respect.

Normally, such arrogance could keep the soldiers in check, but in front of Wei Zhao, it was tantamount to courting death.

He wrote again.

"Wei Zhao has only 300,000 men under his command, and their supplies are insufficient. A prolonged battle will inevitably lead to their retreat. You only need to defend the city; you don't need to seek merit. If Pingyang is saved, I will reward you handsomely. If you leave the city without authorization, you will be punished according to military law."

After writing the last four words, Luo Shao stared at the letter and his eyelids twitched.

Military law is inviolable?

Would Chen Sen be afraid of that statement?

not necessarily.

But he had no other choice.

Luo Shao stuffed the letter into a bamboo tube and handed it to his guard.

"Use the fastest horses. Three in rotation. Anyone who dares to stop on the road, cut them down."

The guards clasped their hands in a fist salute.

"Yes, sir!"

Just as the person left, Old Zhou suddenly spoke.

"Luo Shao".

Luo Shao turned around.

Old Zhou looked at him, tapping the short knife lightly between his fingers.

"You'd better pray that Chen Senzhen listens to you."

Luo Shao's face darkened.

"He is my man."

Han Dashan gave a cold laugh.

"The more someone is to you, the more they want to make you proud."

Luo Shao did not respond.

Because this statement is so accurate.

It was enough to chill him to the bone.

Pingyang City.

When Chen Sen opened Luo Shao's secret letter, several deputy generals were standing below the hall.

His expression was relatively calm at first.

His eyes lit up when he saw the message "Reinforcements will arrive within seven days".

it is good.

The Ninth Prince finally made a move.

He knew that no matter how cunning those rebel kings were, they wouldn't dare to actually watch Pingyang be devoured by Wei Zhao.

As long as reinforcements arrive, Pingyang will no longer be an isolated city.

Caught between internal and external attacks, Wei Zhao may not fare well.

When Chen Sen saw the signs "No leaving the city" and "Absolutely no fighting," his face slowly darkened.

The last sentence, "Anyone who leaves the city without permission will be punished according to military law," made him burst out laughing.

"Military law is inviolable?"

The generals below the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

The lieutenant asked in a low voice, "General, what did the Prince say in his letter?"

Chen Sen slammed the letter on the table.

"His Highness has ordered me to guard this position for seven days."

The lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not difficult to hold out for seven days. The city has plenty of food and soldiers. As long as they don't leave the city, even if the Xinwu army launches a strong attack, they'll have to pay with their lives."

Chen Sen looked up at him.

"Not leaving the city?"

The lieutenant paused.

That look in your eyes is off.

That's not right.

Chen Sen stood up, walked to the city defense map, and pressed his finger on the open ground outside the east gate.

"Wei Zhao has come from afar, conquering sixteen cities in succession, and his morale is high. But he also has weaknesses."

The lieutenant did not dare to interrupt.

Chen Sen continued, "He only has 300,000. There are millions of refugees to feed in Golden City, the capital to defend, and nine princes in Chenqiao, so food supplies are bound to be tight. He's anxious. He's even more anxious than we are."

That judgment is correct.

At least it sounds right.

The more Chen Sen spoke, the more he couldn't suppress the irritation in his heart.

Defend the city?

To observe for seven days?

Of course we can defend it.

But if he just cowers in the city and takes the beating, waiting for reinforcements to come to his rescue, then what kind of number one warrior is Chen Sen?

With so many local militia leaders and surrendered generals under Luo Shao's command, how could Chen Sen be able to hold down Pingyang? It wasn't because he knew how to close the gates, but because he knew how to fight.

Wei Zhao's reputation was terrifyingly great.

But it is precisely because of this kind of person that killing him carries weight.

If he could thwart Wei Zhao at the gates of Pingyang, even if it was just by killing one of his vanguard battalions, the whole world would know that the White-Clad God of Death was not to be trifled with. At that point, even the Ninth Prince's gaze towards him would change.

Luo Shao also needs to reconsider him.

In a lifetime, opportunities only come a few times.

Chen Sen didn't want to keep the biggest opportunity inside the city gates.