The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

As the sun sets over the Western Mountains, the bright sun falls from the Tianhe River, and the sunset glow as bright as a golden lotus is replaced by a light, gauze-like night.

The wind was not too strong, and a few black smoke swayed straight up into the dark sky. The smoke was filled with the smell of grease, but it was not enough to attract carnivorous birds. After all, there were still embers in this vast and ruined land, and there was no room for it. They fall safely.

The wilderness that should have been rich in grass has completely lost its shape and is now scorched black. The humanoid objects with hunched bodies hugging each other are still burning slowly, and they seem to be stuck to the land.

The Yan soldiers rushed out of the front line, and thousands of people rode wildly on horseback. This huge momentum caused white ashes to float on the ground.

The ashes coming towards them could not stop their footsteps. The Yan soldiers held up single-person firearms such as bird cannons and electric cannons to shoot at the enemy soldiers in the distance, while those nearby enemy soldiers were executed on the spot by the spearmen. .

After rushing through the right-wing battlefield with scattered flames burning, and through the frontal battlefield that was damaged by artillery bombardment, they separated another force and went to the left-hand battlefield, where there were still a few enemy cavalry.

Qin Ze did not order any further pursuit of the soldiers and horses that had escaped. He knew that after the battle was won, the Jin family living in Nanze would definitely be jumping up and down.

But now that it is getting late, all we need to do is clean the battlefield thoroughly. Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner according to the plan. After cleaning the battlefield, we will go straight to Datong to rest for the night.

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The bright moon gradually climbed into the night sky.

Inside the palace.

Jin Fengluan looked at the minister who came to report the emergency, and couldn't help but trembled, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"What?! Big defeat?!" She stood up and shouted loudly.

"Yes, Your Majesty! News came from the front line that the rebels and our army fought a battle in Datong. Our army fought hard with them, but in the end they were still defeated and were defeated."

"Our army suffered heavy casualties. General Jin Zhou led the remaining troops to break through the encirclement with great difficulty, and is now heading towards Nanze. This is the military situation we have learned so far!"

Under the stage, Xiong Yong, Minister of the Ministry of War, was dripping with sweat, as if he had been fished out of water.

After hearing these words, Jin Fengling's face turned pale, and she fell down on the dragon chair with a bang. After a long time, she yelled:

"What are you waiting for? Call everyone here!"

After receiving Jin Fengluan's urgent call, the ministers gathered in the palace again that night. At this time, Jin Zhou led a small group of fast riders into Nanze first, while the remaining soldiers and horses Still behind.

At this moment, the air in the hall seemed to be stagnant, and all the ministers lowered their heads. Unlike last time, the panic expressions on their faces could no longer be concealed.

The shock in Jin Fengluan's heart has not subsided, but at this moment she had to try to stay calm. After taking a deep breath, she slowly said:

"Kim Zhengxi is a veteran general who has been fighting for a lifetime. I gave him 200,000 troops and ordered the Shenji Battalion to assist him in fighting. With such a strong force, I thought he would be able to defeat the rebels in one fell swoop without being able to fight back. force."

"But taking a step back, even if the rebels are powerful and can fight us, so what? Even if we pay some price, we can win."

"I can't believe it..."

Jin Fengluan shook his head and clasped his hands tightly on the faucet's handrail. His sharp nails scratched the faucet relief squeaking, and the calm expression he had been trying to maintain became ferocious at this moment.

The next moment, her voice suddenly increased and she said sharply:

"I really didn't expect it!"

"Can you lose this?! Huh?!"

"You can lose even this???"

After all, she couldn't change her irritable nature, so she screamed at this moment. The sudden loudness made the ministers tremble, and they didn't dare to respond for a moment.

Jin Fengluan then started shouting and scolding:

"I have already said that we should win even if we take a step back!"

"But this is taking ten thousand steps back! With so many soldiers and horses, we can still lose? How strange!"

"How can he fight like this? Hasn't he been fighting for decades? They say the older you get, the better you get. Why is he so defeated now?!"

"If I had known this, I might as well have led the army myself!" At this point, Jin Fengling slapped the table in annoyance, causing all the memorials on the table to jump.

The ministers still did not dare to answer, but Prince Qing slowly walked out. After resting for the night yesterday, although his complexion had not fully recovered, the redness in his eyes had faded.

Just listen to him say in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, it's better to wait until Jin Zhou returns to the palace to resume his duties."

"We have sent enough troops and horses, as well as the Shenji Battalion. Even if the rebels win, I believe it will be a tragic victory."

"That is to say, we are not yet defeated."

"And we still have soldiers and horses from Nanze. The rebels have fought a fierce battle and are unable to continue."

King Qing's words of comfort did not calm Jin Fengling. In fact, she could no longer bear to hear the news of another defeat.

No matter how big or small the defeat is, it is not always a defeat. In the past, it was one defeat after another in Jinling. Now that I have returned to Nanze, my hometown again, I will be defeated again. Who can bear this?

Is it possible that it will be considered a great defeat when the rebels advance into Nanze and Qin Ze sits on the dragon chair beneath him?

This is simply self-deception.

"It's useless to say all this. We have superior strength and control of better terrain. I don't know how to lose."

"Kim Jung Hee must have lost his mind due to old age and completely forgotten how to fight, otherwise he would have suffered a disastrous defeat."

"What do you think?!" Jin Fengling raised his eyebrows and asked the silent ministers angrily.

Ministers, you look at me and I look at you, but you don’t know what to answer.

"Speak! Have you become mute?"

"Yes, Your Majesty is right!" Immediately, some ministers agreed.

Jin Fengluan snorted coldly, and then said: "Now you all tell me how to fight next."

After saying this, she leaned back on the chair and glanced at the ministers with cold eyes.

Following this, whispers resounded in the hall, but no one could give suggestions loudly. Jin Fengling became more and more upset, silently thinking in his heart about whether to conscript the emperor himself.

She was confident that she would lead the battle in person, but Jin Zhengxi's defeat made Jin Fengling still a little panicked.

If there had not been this defeat, she believed that she would have directly gone on a personal expedition to conquer the rebels. But if she went now, if something went wrong, it would be very bad.

At this moment, Jin Fengluan, who was deep in thought, thought of the scene when he appointed Qin Ze as King of Zhenbei that day, and his fingertips trembled suddenly.

If I fall into his hands, I'm afraid...

There was obviously no wind in the palace and it was not cold, but at this moment, she shivered.