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After fighting in Xicheng for more than a month, Meng Jiao and her men rushed to Southern Xinjiang overnight.

Dawn is approaching, but there is no light.

As soon as they entered the Morning Plain, the sound of rain crackled, and it fell on Meng Jiao and the others without hesitation.

Looking up at the rain situation, Meng Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, waved her hand and told everyone to set up tents and make repairs on the spot.

As soon as he heard her order, Nan Xiao spread his legs, rubbed his buttocks, and hurriedly dismounted.

I have been traveling for days, fearing that I would miss this rain. Now it is good, I have arrived early.

But it’s just right, as this group of people haven’t had much rest, so they can take a few days off now.

"Boss, we will reach the heart of Dawn at the latest the day after tomorrow. The rain just started, why don't we take a break while my sisters and I go get some game to replenish our energy?"

Meng Jiao pulled off a piece of animal skin and was about to sit on the ground, but her foot slipped and Wu Shuang took the animal skin away in one bite. Not only that, he also kept nudging her with his head.

Meng Jiao quickly snatched the animal skin back, thinking that the stinky horse was just asking for carrots again. She really felt lazy.

"Go ahead, get some more, and let Shadow and the others go with you."

As they were talking, the animal skin in Meng Jiao's hand was taken away again, and Wushuang used his horse's head to push her towards the tent step by step.

Hearing that even the boss's Shadow Group was going with her, Nan Xiao instantly realized that tonight would definitely be a grand dinner.

Immediately, the pain in his thighs and his buttocks were no longer sore. He picked up the axe and caught up with the silent people.

Meng Jiao, who was pushed straight into the tent, thought Wushuang would still make trouble with her, but who would have thought that the guy would lie down in front of the tent to rest, and he looked obviously exhausted.

I vaguely sensed something was wrong. Although Wushuang was naughty, he never made trouble.

Something flashed through Meng Jiao's mind, but before she could grasp it, Qian Kun took the sheepskin roll and opened the tent curtain.

"Boss...Yelangshan's plan..."

The second snow in the capital fell quietly without anyone noticing.

It was the coldest time of the year and there was not a single person on the street.

In the study of Prince Jing's mansion, Zishu He Xuan stared absentmindedly at the snowflakes outside the window, with the paintbrush in his hand hovering in the air for a long time.

It’s only been over a month, why do I feel so tormented?

I wonder if it’s cold outside the Great Wall today?

Qi Cheng was waiting on the side, feeling that ever since the mistress left, the master seemed to have become even more indifferent than before.

Sitting there every day has become the norm. Apart from the Qin family, he is indifferent to everything else.

"Master, it's time to rest."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zishu Hexuan came back to his senses and quickly moved the brush away.

Despite his quick movements, the red ink at the tip of the brush still stained the center of the petals.

Feeling irritable, he simply put down his paintbrush, stood up, and walked towards the courtyard step by step with his sword in hand.

He was extremely intelligent since he was young. He could memorize things that others needed to learn several times in one go.

But precisely because he remembered it so clearly, he still couldn't forget the jealous look on her face when she teased him about how she was so excited that she crushed the wine glass when watching others dancing.

Judging from the time, she should be approaching dawn and the war will start soon. How can he be at peace?

The sword moves, and the same sword dance reappears.

With bits and pieces of information about her in my mind, I feel anxious and hopeful, and I swing my sword and break my wrist...

----

Just two days after entering the barracks in the heart of Dawn, the rain on the plains began to move southward.

On the fourth day, the cold air suddenly hit.

Just as southern Xinjiang was busy dealing with the disaster, no one expected that the Zhou Yuan garrison, which had been safe and sound for the entire winter and had not even fought back against provocations, would suddenly launch a surprise attack.

The southern Xinjiang defenders were caught off guard without any preparation, and the border town with the largest number of troops was lost in less than half a day.

Zhou Yuan's 30,000 cavalrymen led the way, advancing at full speed all the way without stopping for a moment.

When the other border defense cities in southern Xinjiang learned of the news, they immediately prepared for battle overnight to prevent a second breach of the national border. At the same time, they tried to send a message to the main city, but received no response for a long time.

On Meng Jiao's side, the cavalry led the way, guarding the central army, and the momentum was unstoppable.

They fought non-stop for six days, covering more than a thousand miles, and captured the main checkpoint in the main city to report news and issue orders.

Such a fierce attack was unprecedented. From ancient times to the present, no famous general dared to attack Huanglong alone. It was extremely bold.

When the main city received the information and began to counterattack, they found that the other tribes had already laid down their weapons and chose to surrender.

Seeing Meng Jiao ignoring the defense of the main city and rushing directly into the center of the city,

The ruler of Southern Xinjiang just came to his senses. Southern Xinjiang was gone just like that...

After planting the Zhou Yuan army flag on the city wall, Nan Xiao licked his dry lips and felt it was unreal.

The city was filled with people who surrendered without any resistance, and the killing was incredibly easy.

Qian Kun had just finished counting the tribes that had not surrendered when he saw Nan Xiao poking a flag. He was obviously about to fall asleep but still posing. He couldn't help but speak sarcastically,

"What the hell are you looking at? There are flowers here. Why don't you go back and have a rest?"

Nan Xiao shook her head. She didn't have the energy to argue with him. Thinking of his smart brain, she scratched her head and asked directly,

"Old Qian, did we really win?"

I didn't expect her to ask this question. Qian Kun was stunned for a moment, but in fact, even he was confused by this battle.

"Yes, we won. In less than half a month, we took over Southern Xinjiang."

Nan Xiao nodded and didn't want to ask any more questions. He turned around and went down the tower.

"Okay, I won't think about it anymore. I'm going to sleep."

After watching her go down the tower, Qian Kun watched the fire slowly rise and couldn't help whispering,

"Two armies fight, go straight for the heart,

Cut off the opponent's eyes and ears, so that they can't see or hear anything, and just wait for them to lose their composure.

The only city that could fight back was destroyed before the attack even began. Everyone was so scared that they fled in all directions and even forgot to resist.

They are not defeated, they are just afraid."

When the boss came to him with a defense map of the main city, he didn't take it seriously. After all, it would take at least two years for them to launch a full-scale attack to recapture the city, and by then, who knows what the main city would have become.

Now it only takes the shortest time to reach the enemy, that kind of real deterrence,

Not to mention the people of southern Xinjiang, even if it were his own turn to encounter the same situation, I'm afraid his psychological defenses would collapse.

It was as if I had been a toy in her hands from the beginning to the end. She could crush me to death with just a little effort if she wanted to...

----

In the capital of Zhou Yuan, as soon as the news that Meng Jiao led troops to conquer Southern Xinjiang was reported, officials in the court immediately held different opinions.

According to the feedback from the memorials submitted, the number of people who surrendered in this battle was even greater than the number of people who captured it, which led to the need for a large number of officials to be dispatched and governed after Southern Xinjiang surrendered to Zhou Yuan.

The Queen Mother's party, which controlled the talents of the imperial examination, immediately occupied an advantageous position in the court. Zishu Zhaoxing was helpless, but he also knew that he should not be reckless at this time.

Because he also understood that the other party would not dare to act rashly, and that momentary pride was not the final victory, the two sides started fighting again.

Of course, everything in the court had nothing to do with Zishu Hexuan who received Meng Jiao's letter.

His heart had already flown to the front line. Holding the letter, his mind was filled with joy that his wife might come back early.

In the letter, Meng Jiao described in great detail the entire process of her attack on Southern Xinjiang. She deliberately displayed her arrogance in the words.

At the end, he even gave her a few bold words, claiming that she would be able to return to the capital to reunite with him in at most half a year.

The wild handwriting and arrogant words should have made people laugh, but Zishu Hexuan felt heartbroken as he touched every word she wrote.

Others only thought that she annihilated Southern Xinjiang in one fell swoop, but they did not see that she fought day and night without sleep. His wife was just a girl who had just turned twenty years old.

He had seen how she looked in front of her subordinates, always serious and strong.

So he hoped that one day the war would subside and she could take a break and enjoy their own time.

"Qi Cheng, Hu Shang still has a medicine garden over there, please hurry up."

Because his master was in a good mood, Qi Cheng, who had just received a house, trotted forward to report.

"My Lord, we are still negotiating with Hu Shang. We have already bought four of the medicinal gardens, but the oldest one is not ready yet. The old man is very stubborn and refuses to sell it no matter what."

Carefully putting the letter into the brocade box, Zishu Hexuan nodded in understanding and began to write a reply to Mengjiao.

"Let's contact Hu Shang first. I will go to the old man's place in person."

----

At the southern Xinjiang garrison, Meng Jiao slept for two days and one night after the battle. She woke up because she was too hungry. She opened her eyes when she smelled the barbecue outside.

Touching her shriveled stomach, Meng Jiao felt like she could swallow a cow on the spot.

When she left the main tent, the people who were drinking and eating saw that she had woken up and hurriedly called her forward.

Meng Jiao was so hungry that she wanted to just grab some meat and go back, but she had no choice but to put her hands behind her back, praise everyone with great enthusiasm, and then took the wine and meat and went back.

As soon as she stepped into the tent, Qian Kun followed in with a serious look on his face.

"Well? Why are you here? Aren't you going to stick around and bicker with Nan Xiao?"

Qian Kun reached out and pressed the wine in her hand, and asked seriously,

"Boss, do you know that you have been sleeping for two days and one night, and you can't be woken up no matter how hard we call you."

Meng Jiao focused on eating meat and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Chew, chew, chew... Just taking a nap, give me the wine quickly, I'm choking to death... Chew, chew, chew"

Qian Kun stepped back, and seeing that she didn't take it seriously, he simply hid the wine behind him.

"I'm not kidding. You've never been unable to be woken up before. What's even more strange is that even if you can't wake him up, Wushuang won't wake up either.

Boss, please check your pulse quickly. I didn't dare to call a military doctor. If anything happens, you can prepare in advance."

Meng Jiao has a lot of internal energy. When she woke up, she knew that she was extremely alert. What she was more concerned about at the moment was Wushuang. How could she be so asleep?

Raising his hand to stop the man, Qian Kun frowned so hard that his eyebrows were about to be knotted, thinking that maybe he was just overthinking.

"Wushuang is fine, she just fell asleep like you. If I don't dare to find a doctor for you, should I not find one for her? Forget it, Boss, I'll leave if you're sure she's fine."

Meng Jiao reached out to take back the wine jug. Seeing that he was worried, she subconsciously circulated her internal energy throughout her body.

After swallowing a mouthful of meat, he took a sip of wine.

However, before the wine entered her throat, Meng Jiao sensed the obstruction and quickly spat it out, her brows stern as she checked his pulse.

Qian Kun, who was about to turn around and leave, was stunned on the spot.

"Have you been recruited?"

Meng Jiao closed her eyes, felt the pulse and circulated her inner strength again. After a long time, she came to a conclusion and looked at Qian Kun with a complicated expression.

"It's... worse than the poison."

Qian Kun held his temple and felt his throat dry.

"The most important thing right now is to conceal it temporarily. So far, we have only come into contact with those people from Southern Xinjiang. I will immediately order someone to arrest them and interrogate them privately. Don't worry..."

Meng Jiao shook her head and interrupted, not knowing how to start.

"It's not Nanjiang, it's Prince Jing."

Seeing Qian Kun clenching his hands, the anger in his eyes was real, and he didn't know where to go.

Meng Jiao pinched her brows and could only tell the truth. After all, he was the only one who could cooperate with her at the moment.

"I'm pregnant, two months."

I thought Qian Kun would be surprised, because he had always been following me, and he knew best how much a woman like me had paid to reach her current position as a general.

However, he just breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in understanding.

"Master, do you want to stay?"

Meng Jiao was still hesitating, but the mark on her palm almost burned through her entire palm. Whether it was because she really felt that there was a little life in her belly or because of the reminder from the mark, she wanted to keep the child.

"Qian Kun, after this battle, Zhou Yuan will have peace for at least a hundred years, and once I take the other half of the tiger talisman, Zhou Yuan will no longer have room for me. Do you understand?"

"I understand, but I'm afraid I won't be able to find the right person if I restart the plan."

Meng Jiao locked her eyes on him, which made Qian Kun's scalp numb. After a while, he lowered his head resignedly.

"Boss, Nan Xiao will hate me to death..."

When she was alone, Meng Jiao picked up the pen several times but never really put it down.

She knew Zishu Hexuan's methods. If he knew she was pregnant, he would kill her even if he had to purge the court.

However, although the Queen Mother revealed her ambition, she did not actually take action against him because she did not want him to bear the blame for it.

After thinking about it, I decided to hide the matter of the child for the time being. It would not be too late to tell him the rest when it is almost over.

In the spring of the sixty-third year of Zhou Yuan, the Xiling Army, which had been inspired by the internal strife of Zhou Yuan, launched another attack. Unlike the previous simple test, this attack was clearly a long-planned one.

They were well-equipped and had a navy that was outflanking the west. They were completely targeting General Meng Jiao, who had penetrated deep into the hinterland of southern Xinjiang and had not been able to return to the city in time.

If they confront them head-on, they will be facing 300,000 regular troops, but a sneak attack at this time may have a chance of stopping Meng Jiao's 160,000 troops.

Once Zhou Yuan loses his great general Meng Jiao, he will be in disarray...

The news reached the capital that the 200,000-strong Royal National Defense Army was losing ground. The Qin Army sent by Meng Jiao has now taken over the command and is barely able to maintain stability in the country.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhongshu took action and the world was in turmoil.

The sixth month is about to arrive, the summer solstice is about to arrive.

Led by the declining momentum of "Meng Jiao", Xia Yi's navy has already pressed into the Yudai Basin, during which Xia Yi's naval forces disguised as Xiling joined them and headed straight for the Eagle Nest Pass.

This was the location of the earliest border in the Zhou and Yuan dynasties, and the terrain was steep.

The drums thundered, the horses neighed,

Xia Yijun, who originally did not want to go any further, instantly put aside his doubts when he saw the supporting garrison.

Weapons clashed, limbs were broken, and thick blood soaked every inch of the land.