If the post roads after the start of a war were compared to the meridians of a dynasty, then the endless supply of troops and provisions would be the blood of the empire.
At this moment, Beimang displayed a huge tension that was enough to move the Central Plains.
The empress of Beimang, Taiping Ling of Chess and Sword Music School, and a fat man stood beside a post road. They looked at the busy transportation from north to south. The three of them had different expressions. The old lady, who was wearing a brand-new mink coat, was full of pride. It was precisely because of her slow and appropriate governance that the Central Plains, which was on the verge of unification, did not gain the slightest bit of the upper hand for more than ten years. She even forced Liyang to spend half of the country's tax revenue on the eastern front, and finally led to the revival of West Chu in Guangling Road. Among her subjects, there was still Tuoba Bodhisattva, Dong Zhuo, Liu Gui, Huang Songpu, Murong Baoding, Yang Yuanzan, and a series of meritorious generals, not to mention the grassland eagle with the surname Yelu. They were a gathering of stars, shining brightly on the vast grassland.
Standing beside the empress was an ordinary-looking old scholar in a green robe. This old man, who had spent 20 years traveling the Central Plains, had a cold look in his eyes.
As for the fat man, who was constantly hugging his hands to expel the cold, his body was already huge, and after wearing the armor, he looked even more bloated.
The empress of Beimang retracted her gaze and turned to look at the fat man whose reputation was notorious in the streets of Xijing. She joked, "South Chu and North Dong, two big fatties. Back then, you lost to Chu Lushan and were driven out miserably. Now that he has become the Protector General of Beiliang, you are the King of the South Courtyard. In terms of official position, you are already better than him. Do you have the confidence to get back at him this time?"
Dong Zhuo, the King of the South Courtyard, who was in charge of the entire border war, did not grin in front of the old lady for the first time. He rubbed his cheeks and said softly, "If Lu Qiuer and I had the same number of troops, it would probably be very difficult. But the current situation is that I have one million troops against his 300,000 troops. There is no reason for me to lose, but I always feel that it is a little unfair. When I see Lu Qiuer, he will definitely not be convinced."
The Empress of Beimang smiled and said, "I know myself well. I don't know much about war, so I don't have the bad habit of giving orders to the warriors at the border. It's just that your deployment of troops is so strange that I was so curious that I traveled more than eight hundred miles to see you. Even though the Imperial Decree of Peace has patiently explained your intentions to me time and time again on the way, I still hope to hear it from your mouth. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease. After Huang Songpu heard about your deployment, he was so angry that his face turned ashen. He even shamelessly asked me to allow him to be the King of the South Courtyard again. He just wants you to pack up and get out of here, so that you don't squander the wealth that the South Dynasty has accumulated for twenty years. "
Dong Zhuo clenched his fist, knocked on his red nose, and said in a muffled voice, "Among the Liuzhou, Youzhou, and Liangzhou that border our dynasty, Liuzhou is the easiest to take, and Youzhou is the most exhausting. But of course, the northern line of Liangzhou is the most difficult to take."
At this point, Dong Zhuo paused for a moment. The Empress of Beimang waited patiently, but the fat man was completely silent. After waiting for a long time, the old lady could not help but laugh angrily, "Are you done?"
Dong Zhuo continued, "Logically speaking, it's better to break one finger than to injure all ten. The main force should attack Liangzhou and march straight down, swaggering all the way to the Beiliang Palace on Mount Qing Liang before stopping. Using a relatively small number of troops on the two flanks to tie down Youzhou and Liuzhou is the best strategy."
The Empress of Beimang nodded. It was obvious that she thought so too. In fact, this was the conclusion that Beimang had reached in the early stages of their discussion. The dried up bait in Liuzhou did not interest the Beimang at all. Attacking Liuzhou was meaningless other than prolonging the supply line. If the stalemate in Liuzhou was prolonged, Beimang's gains would not make up for the losses. After all, there were several elite cavalry units on the border of Liangzhou that were equipped with terrifying long-distance attacks. Li Yishan had single-handedly created the situation of more than 100,000 refugees in Liuzhou. His original intention was to increase the breadth and thickness of Beiliang's strategy, which had always been its weakness.
Dong Zhuo put on a distressed expression and said, "This strategy was indeed the best strategy. However, after more than 10,000 light cavalry units infiltrated Jizhou, the situation began to change. Furthermore, Beiliang has been flirting with the Western Regions for the past few years. I'm afraid that when the time comes, not only the north of Jizhou, but also the Western Regions will emerge and attack the Southern Dynasties. When the time comes, the Southern Dynasties will be in a mess. I've considered Xu Fengnian's temperament. He's a scoundrel who's never afraid of dying together with others. He'd rather give up his headquarters in Liang Province to defeat the Southern Dynasty. I'm sure he'd do it. Even if he has to wipe out all the Beiliang cavalry, he'll still destroy the foundation that Beimang has painstakingly built up over the past 20 years. This should be his plan. "
Dong Zhuo suddenly spat and cursed, "F * cking Liyang. He's so lucky. After Xu Xiao the Butcher left, he's replaced by that crazy Hsu Fengnian. Even if it were Chen Zhibao, I wouldn't be so conflicted!"
Dong Zhuo's eyes turned ruthless. He gritted his teeth and said, "Since Hsu Fengnian wants to risk his life, it's simple. I won't give him the chance to play tricks. Beimang's million-strong army will be divided into three groups. I'd like to see how he'll twist and turn. After all, we have the advantage in numbers on every front. Yan Wenluan said that 150,000 corpses are needed to fill the gourd, so I'll use 300,000! Liuzhou has 30,000 Dragon-Elephant Cavalry and those refugees. I'll use General Liu Gui's 200,000 to fight! Liangzhou is difficult to conquer. Will 500,000 be enough? If it's not enough, I'll ask Your Majesty for another 200,000 to 300,000! "
The Beimang Empress frowned and said, "In this way, although the Southern Dynasty won't have anything to worry about, isn't the price too high?"
Dong Zhuo shook his head and said, "The Liyang imperial court dares to use West Chu to train their soldiers. As a people who live on horseback, we Beimang are natural warriors. Why wouldn't we use Beiliang to train our soldiers?"
The old lady wanted to say something but stopped. Dong Zhuo said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I, Dong Zhuo, can promise you that even if Beiliang destroys 500,000 or even 600,000 of our soldiers, as long as we conquer Beiliang, I'll definitely return the second million-strong army with both hands!"
The Imperial Decree of Peace finally opened his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, after winning this war, Beiliang and Jizhou will soon become the second Southern Dynasty. All the civil officials of the Southern Dynasty are already prepared. Wherever the cavalry's hooves pass, it will be the beginning of the scholars' pen. This is the real backup plan that I've prepared for Beimang. As long as Beimang's army conquers those territories, I'll be able to manage those places immediately and let the Beimang Dynasty's borders follow the war horses as they move southward. "
The Beimang Empress nodded, but soon asked worriedly, "I'm not doubting your ability, but will the Liyang imperial court give us enough time to digest the results of the war? Also, won't Gu Jiantang's eastern front take the opportunity to cause trouble? "
The Imperial Decree of Peace said calmly, "Everyone thinks that West Chu's revival is a flash in the pan, but I firmly believe that Cao Changqing will be able to see the top of Great An City's city wall."
Dong Zhuo smiled and said, "Yuan Benxi and the others felt that after the battle of Liang Mang, even if they gave up the entire northwest to us, they would still have the two pillars of Liao, Gu Jiantang, and Western Shu, Chen Zhibao, to support the border. Therefore, they were happy to see the last drop of blood of Beiliang. However, if it's really as the Imperial Decree of Peace said, then Gu Jiantang will have to leave the two Liao and return to Great An City. At that time, we can place a small number of troops in Beiliang to deal with Chen Zhibao. Taking a step back, at that time, we will have the depth of Beiliang and the Southern Dynasty. This is a huge geographical advantage that cannot be ignored. Naturally, we will be able to greatly reduce the losses caused by Chen Zhibao's troops. No matter how amazing Chen Zhibao is, it will be difficult for him to turn the tide in a short period of time. However, we can follow West Chu's lead to Great An City and take a look at the world's largest city with a population of millions. I, Dong Zhuo, must go and see how tall the city wall is."
The old woman said emotionally, "After training with the Beiliang cavalry, then climbing up the city walls of Great Peace City, and taking care of Gu Jiantang and Chen Zhibao in the Central Plains, the men of Beimang will kill their way to the southern border and throw themselves into the sea! Even though I am a woman, I feel heroic just thinking about it! "
Dong Zhuo grinned.
The Magistrate of Peace glanced at the king of the southern courtyard who had left everyone else in the dust in the Beimang court. His gaze was complicated.
The Empress of Beimang raised her hand and patted the fatty's shoulder. She said calmly, "As long as you can reach that step, I am not that Li Yang Zhao Dun. I can tolerate a Dong Zhuo who seizes territory. South of Guangling River, everyone can have the surname Dong! I want the history books to remember the name Dong Zhuo for hundreds and thousands of years! After a hundred years … "
She looked to the south and laughed loudly. "In the future, whatever the surname of the world, I have no children, I don't care!"
With a thump, Dong Zhuo knelt on the ground.
The old woman kept looking to the south.
Old Cripple, the world could have had the surname Xu.
In the early spring of the second year of Xiangfu, a group of Beiliang crossbowmen roamed outside the mouth of the gourd in Youzhou. As the sun rose from the east, the morning dew on their armor gradually dried up as the chill of late spring dissipated.
Each of these elite scouts rode two horses. Their mounts were the best warhorses from the largest pastures in Beiliang. With a great battle imminent, the best horses from the various pastures were given to these special troops first. Compared to the battle lines in Liangzhou, where an arrow was nocked on a bow and could be triggered at any moment, Youzhou, which had more strategic advantages, made people feel more at ease. This was because both sides in Liang Mang acknowledged that if Beimang wanted to attack Youzhou, they would have to use more than 100,000 lives to fill the gap or even flatten it. Butcher Xu Xiao had spent more than ten years meticulously building the Wu Castle system at the mouth of the gourd. It could be said that it had reached the pinnacle of defense in the history of the Central Plains.
Endless black-armored cavalry poured into the mouth of the gourd like a flood. This scene was like the great tide of Guangling River.
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