Nine Hundred and Seventy: War in Northern Xinjiang (7)

The Ninth Prince looked at the ministers who were talking about him at the court meeting, feeling extremely irritable.

If it were Mr. Sun Wen, he would definitely not be vague, let alone prevaricate. What's the use of keeping these rubbish?

"...how about...sending someone to ask for peace?"

Today's Northern Xinjiang imperial court is very poor and cannot afford the funds needed for the war. By then, won't they be collecting military expenses from various tribes?

A group of nobles are also used to living a life of extravagance and peace, eating, drinking and having fun, and don't want to fight at all.

If there is a war, it will hurt their interests, who wants to fight.

The Ninth Prince laughed angrily, the battle has not yet been fought, and the group of people below are already thinking about how to seek peace. Are these bloody citizens of northern Xinjiang?

"Ask for peace? Why don't you say to send someone to beg for mercy from Liu Xi?"

The Ninth Prince got angry and directly raised the man and sprayed him.

Before the horse plague in northern Xinjiang, they were still sharpening their swords and preparing to send troops to the Central Plains. It has only been a few years, and a group of courtiers have negotiated peace without even fighting?

The minister was sprayed by the Ninth Prince, his old face couldn't hold back, and his face turned blue and black.

Although he didn't get angry at the court, but he also made a serious note in his heart, and directly hated the Ninth Prince.

"On behalf of the king, in the opinion of the old minister, this battle is inevitable. Talking about peace talks now is undoubtedly to help others' arrogance and destroy one's own prestige." An old minister from northern Xinjiang came out, and he said, "The most important thing now is to rectify Soldiers and horses everywhere, get ready to meet the enemy—"

The veteran said a lot of nonsense, but it was better than peace talks at every turn.

The Ninth Prince also wanted to take this opportunity to take back the military power of the various tribes, and the minister's words hit the mark.

"That's reasonable." The Ninth Prince said, "There are powerful enemies outside, and everyone in the northern border should work together to fight against the enemy!"

Several brothers ran to the fief tribe, gathered troops and horses, and made it clear that they wanted to pull him, the acting king, from the throne.

How could the nine princes fulfill their wish?

Simply take advantage of the time of the war to take back the military power in their hands at once.

Without military power, no matter how capable the elder brothers are, they can't make much trouble.

Ninth Prince's abacus was crackling.

He knew that the imperial court in northern Xinjiang was short of money, but it was one thing to be short of money, and another to fight a war.

The strength of the cavalry has been greatly reduced, but the strength of the infantry is still there, and the three tribes in northern Xinjiang can fight immediately.

The soldiers fought fiercely, tyrannically and fearlessly.

From the Ninth Prince's point of view, Jiang Pengji's attack on Northern Xinjiang was simply shooting herself in the foot.

Northern Xinjiang isn't even afraid of Dongqing, how would they be afraid of a little Dongqing prince?

It is foolish to strike a stone with an egg.

The Ninth Prince's abacus was played resoundingly, but he didn't know that it was very difficult to implement the abacus in practice.

He knew that by taking this opportunity to take back the military power, wouldn't his brother know his plan?

Don't think that he is the only smart person in the world.

Once the military power is handed over, it seems that the tiger has lost its teeth and claws. In the future, it will be up to the hunter to kill or kill.

Handing over the military power is death, and not handing over the military power will make the Ninth Prince fearful, and only fools will obey orders.

After weighing the pros and cons, these Northern Xinjiang princes all chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

As the "acting king", the Ninth Prince's first order was evaded in various ways, with little effect, and he was so angry that his chest hurt.

"Bastards—Gu is the king of northern Xinjiang, they dare to disrespect—"

The Ninth Prince was so angry that his teeth were itchy. If he had known this, he should have let Sun Wen plan to take their lives.

Thinking of Sun Wen, the Ninth Prince felt even more heartbroken.

The Ninth Prince sighed, and muttered, "If Zai Dao is still alive, why do I need to be angry with them?"

Sun Wen has been deified in the heart of the Ninth Prince, and has become a cinnabar mole that cannot be erased.

On the second day of February, the dragon raises its head.

This year is destined to be an extraordinary year, and Jiang Pengji, who has been dormant for several years, finally bared her fangs again.

Seeing that spring plowing was approaching, troop movements on the border between northern Xinjiang and Chongzhou became more frequent, and small-scale conflicts would occasionally break out.

The atmosphere of war is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a breath of wind and rain.

the same year,

The Meng family in Cangzhou and Huang Song officially broke up, the rivalry between the Xu Pei brothers became fierce, and Yang Tao in Zhangzhou completely gained a firm foothold.

The land of Dongqing was devoured alive by a monster named "War", and swallowed everything into its belly.

"Liu Xi and Beijiang, Xu Pei and Xu Fei, Huang Song and Cangzhou Meng's... With these few families, the entire Dongqing has been stirred up."

Yang Tao frowned.

Every family is at war, which means that their development will temporarily stop. This is a good time for him to grow stronger!

If they wait for them to decide the winner, Yang Tao only has one place in Zhangzhou, and he might be targeted by several families.

Only by strengthening himself can he survive in troubled times.

But... Where else can Dongqing fight?

Yang Tao scratched his head, distressed.

Yan Lin said, "The world is so big that Dongqing is not the only country."

Yang Tao was dumbfounded, "Huh?"

Yan Lin asked with a faint smile, "Could it be that you want to compete with Liu Xi and others?"

Yang Tao said bluntly, "When gods fight, what can mortals do? Even if they want to compete, it's definitely not now."

His foundation is far less stable than that of Jiang Pengji and others, if he grabs food from their mouths, it will be a thankless task.

Yan Lin lowered his eyes and said coldly, "The puppet emperor fled to the border of Nansheng with the remnants of the defeated generals. This is a good excuse for us to send troops."

Dongqing's territory has already been occupied by several great gods, but other lands have not yet, especially Nansheng Kingdom!

The false emperor Changshou Wang fled to Nansheng, and Yang Tao could use this excuse to attack Nansheng's territory.

Yan Lin said, "The feudal lords of the Dongqing family have more or less established a climate, and it is difficult to shake it now. My lord, it is better to find another way out. According to Chen, Nansheng is a good choice. After the four tribes of the Nanman conquered the Nansheng Kingdom, the Nansheng families The feudal lords revolted, but the four tribes of the Nanman were powerful, and the two parties suffered heavy casualties. The Nansheng side had no chance to recuperate. The lord might as well take advantage of this to take over the Nansheng land and concentrate on development... When the power grows stronger and you have enough strength in your hands, then turn around It's not too late to counterattack. What do you think, my lord?"

Dongqing's cake was almost divided up, and Yang Tao would have to fight with various princes if he wanted to get involved, which was too difficult.

Instead, settle for the next best thing and choose another cake.

In peacetime, where can you send troops casually into the territory of another country?

Dare to try?

It's different now.

The Nansheng Kingdom is gone, and all kinds of puppet regimes are growing like leeks. No one is orthodox, and no one says anything about Yang Tao's involvement.

It's not that Yang Tao came from an unknown teacher. The false emperor Changshou Wang is his enemy. Isn't it okay to hunt and kill enemies across borders?

"Success, then listen to Shaoyang."

Yang Tao can fight, but he can't use his brain. Anyway, he has Yan Lin's external brain, so it's not his turn to think about such things.

After more than a month, the spring plowing came to an end, and Jiang Pengji had completed the final deployment of troops.

"Is the Second Prince of Northern Xinjiang still alive?" Jiang Pengji turned her head and asked.

Qi Guan asked to shake his feather fan lightly, "He's still alive, why did the lord suddenly mention him?"

Jiang Pengji's tone was indifferent, but the corners of her lips curled up in a cold arc, "There are few people in the sacrificial flag. Let him sacrifice the flag. This is the perfect beginning."