Chapter 133

Wei Shao now has 400,000 troops.

From west to east in the north, on the thousands of kilometers long border defense line, there are many military towns and nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses.

The warlords of the Han Dynasty were divided, and wars continued, but the alien Huns, who faced the Han people from north to south across the Sanggan River, entered the most powerful golden age in the past century.

Although the big dan Yu Yizaimo is old now, several sons are competing with each other, undercurrents are surging, and even the horseshoes of the Wei family’s iron cavalry once trampled on the grassland of the royal court, but Wei Shao is very clear in his heart that this is related to himself. Shanyu, an alien from the north who rose up at the same time as his grandfather, is one of the few outstanding military commanders he has ever encountered in his life.

During the decades of Da Chanyu’s rule, the population of the Xiongnu increased greatly, and the cavalry expanded from less than 100,000 in the days of Wei Shao’s grandfather to today’s so-called 300,000.

To know that horses are precious.

To a certain extent, the value of a war horse is much higher than that of a soldier.

During the ten years when the southward movement was contained by the Wei family, the Huns, under the command of this great Chanyu, occupied more than ten regimes in the west, including Donghu, Yilai, Sushen, and Loulan, and controlled a large area of ​​the Western Regions. Conquering Qushe, Likun, and Xingli is equivalent to the kingdom of the people who draw bows.

Even if he is as strong as today’s Wei Shao, he has to admit that the old danyu of the Huns is definitely not an enemy that he can despise.

He could throw away Liangzhou, Bingzhou, and Jizhou that he had taken from others.

But Youzhou must not lose.

This part of the soldiers and horses he left behind is another Great Wall protecting the northern border, and it is also the guarantee of his foundation in the rear of Youzhou.

No matter what happens ahead, it must not be called.

Tomorrow is 90, and after the sacrifice of the flag, he will lead the 300,000 troops he can mobilize to the south, and together with the vanguard troops, they will attack the 500,000-strong army on the north bank of the Yellow River, and fight to the death.

Wei Shao knew very well that this would not be an easy war.

Xing Xun was arrogant, but his strength should not be underestimated, and with the momentum of last year’s defeat of Yuan Zhe, this time going north, he must be aggressive.

But he wasn’t afraid at all.

On the contrary, from the moment he learned that Xing Xun had declared himself emperor and wanted to send troops north to conquer him, the blood in his veins accelerated, and his blood boiled.

He felt an unprecedented excitement about the war.

Unlike the wars he’d been through over the years, big and small.

This is his first match against one of the most powerful opponents in the Central Plains.

Surprised to change the situation, open and close. Yao and Shun’s exploits were majestic. The general trend of Kyushu will start a new chapter.

The outline has been deployed, just waiting for the flag to be raised tomorrow morning.

Gongsun Yang Weiquan and others were still in the council hall at the moment, and finally nervously checked the seemingly trivial details, such as the supervision of grain and forage, the opening of the password, and so on.

It was about to get dark, and Wei Shao returned.

The dispatch of troops was imminent, and in his excited head, which was almost occupied by the war these days, the little woman who was carrying a child for him appeared. A kind of deep pity and remorse slowly poured out of my heart.

He entered Sheyang Residence, raised his eyes and saw the dim yellow light from the window, and stopped for a while.

For the past two weeks, no matter how late he came back, the lights in this window have always been on for him.

He took a step, accelerated his steps to the bottom of the steps, motioned to see the servant **** duty who was about to meet him, and stepped up the steps a few steps, and gently pushed open the hidden door in front of the door.

She tiptoed around the screen and saw that she was not lying on the bed.

With his back to him, he sat in front of the dressing table. There was an open letterbox on the table.

She was looking down, as if reading a letter.

Hearing his footsteps coming in, she put down the letter, folded it, and pressed it under the dressing box.

Wei Shao went behind her, knelt down, hugged her waist from behind, put his palms on her slightly bulging belly, and asked, “Who sent the letter?”

Xiao Qiao turned around, met his eyes, and smiled: “Lingbi, my sister wrote it. It was sent by General Jia just now.”

Wei Shao’s eyes moved slightly.

Just oh.

Didn’t ask anything.

A few days ago, Yang Xin sent a letter saying that the spies of Bufu had reported news that Liu Yan had gone to Lingbi again, which should be to visit Bi She.

What the result was, I don’t know yet, I only saw Bi She personally sending Liu Yan out of the spiritual wall from a distance.

To be able to visit the door three times is a sign of sincerity.

It must be difficult not to be impressed.

“Is Man Man tired today?”

He moved his face closer, took a deep breath of the fragrance in her hair, rubbed the bridge of his nose against her soft jade white earlobe, and asked softly.

Joey glanced at him.

Liu Yan suddenly joined the chaos in Xuzhou.

Since Yang Xin has taken refuge with Wei Shao, Xiao Qiao doesn’t believe that Wei Shao has not noticed it at all.

But in front of him, he didn’t say a word as if nothing had happened.

Joe leaned against his chest.

“Husband, do you still remember Liu Yan, son of Langya?” she asked suddenly.

Wei Shao rubbed her ears and temples, and put his palms up into her clothes, picking out the small clothes.

Hearing this, she paused for a while, and continued to pick up the thin piece of fabric she was wrapping inside. The slightly rough palm of her hand touched her tender and beautiful peaches that had become increasingly plump due to pregnancy.

“Why mention him?”

Wei Shao rubbed lightly, feeling the softness of them in his palm.

The tone was still light.

Xiao Qiao forcibly took his hand out of his jacket, came out of his arms, turned and sat down on his knees, facing him.

“My husband didn’t ask me what my sister said in the letter, but I wanted to tell my husband.”

Wei Shao’s eyes fell on her face.

“Sister said that King Menglangya visited Bishe three times and asked him to join him, but Bishe never agreed. She also said that Bishe knew that Yang Xin’s retreat was because of Marquis Yan’s intention. Now that the misunderstanding has been eliminated, he will not accept it. I want to be reborn again.”

“I know that Bi She is a man who values ​​his promises and keeps his righteousness. If he is like this, can your husband rest assured?”

Xiao Qiao didn’t hide it, and went straight.

Wei Shao watched her eyes.

“I don’t like Liu Yan.”

After a while, he suddenly said.

As Xiao Qiao just said, it is irrelevant.

“Manman, he is your ex-fiancé, and I know that you were once in love with him. He is acting like this now, and he naturally wants to compete for the world. If he falls into my hands in the future, I will never show mercy. ”

“Don’t blame me!”

Word by word, in a heavy tone.

Little Joe was stunned.

Before her, she had not thought of Liu Yan for a long time.

But at this moment, the memory in the dream about the last scene in the previous life, together with his own marriage to Wei Shao two years ago, the next day after the wedding was sent to Yuyang, and the scenes that happened after he was kidnapped on the road suddenly emerged again.

When she declined him at that time, the strange look he stared at her made her remember it, and it was still fresh in her memory.

She was silent.

“In your sister’s letter, did you talk about other things related to Liu Yan?”

Wei Shao suddenly asked again, with a tone that sounded casual.

Xiao Qiao hesitated for a while, and was about to shake her head when Wei Shao leaned forward, raised his hand and stretched out to the letter she had pressed under the dressing box.

Xiao Qiao didn’t expect that he would win the trust in front of him.

The heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that his hand had touched the letter, he subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on the back of his hand.

Wei Shao quickly raised his eyes and stared at her.

Xiao Qiao suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Xiao Qiao’s intuition was not good for Wei Shao to see the words of Liu Yan that Da Qiao had told him at the end of the letter.

Naturally, the war was imminent, and her original intention was not to make Wei Shao feel any unnecessary suspicions again.

But if you block it like this, it may be counterproductive.

She released her hand and said, “If you really want to see it, just see it.”

Wei Shao and her looked at each other for a moment, then slowly released the letter and silk that had been between his fingers, and sat up straight again.

“I want you to tell me yourself.”

A tone full of commands.

Xiao Qiao secretly sighed.

“He also brought a paragraph. He said that he had put down the past, and wished me well.”

“Isn’t that nice?”

she said in a relaxed tone.

Wei Shao’s expression was condensed, and he didn’t speak for a long time, then suddenly smiled slightly, nodded and said, “It’s very good.”

Then he opened his arms to her.

Xiao Qiao fell into his arms.

Wei Shao bowed his head and kissed her two lips that were sweet and moist, and suddenly remembered the rumor from the south bank of the Yellow River that Xing Xun promised to capture himself alive and take Xiao Qiao into the Lotus Terrace.

Although he knew that this was just a bluff, he released a pretense of attack before the war, intending to disturb his mind.

But in the bottom of my heart, there is still a faint anger.

The force around her lips grew stronger.