The external situation is changing and the internal situation is confusing. This is where men should fight. Thinking of the time travel dramas I have seen before, a group of little wives are intriguing each other, it is not exciting at all.

At present, a chaos that can change the entire Central Plains pattern is about to begin. If you have gained a firm foothold, the Central Plains will be in the battle for hegemony in the Song and Liao dynasties. If you fail to gain a firm foothold, then the future will be a competition for heroes.

The Western Xia had ambitions, the Tubo was greedy, the Black Turks wanted to survive, the grassland had hegemony, the Jin Kingdom grew bigger and bigger in the rear, and the Song and Liao dynasties worked together.

"Here, here and here." Yang Wenguang pointed to the three passes: "If these three places are stuck at the first time, it will be a tough battle. The Liao Dynasty Chen Bing from Hangu to Tongguan, we must not have a head-on conflict, we need to detour Junzhou."

At this time, Zuo Rou, who had sneaked into the camp, pointed to the map and asked, "Why don't you transfer the eight hundred light cavalry to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain and set up a camp."

Yang Wenguang frowned and was about to turn around and curse, but when he turned around, he found that it was Zuo Rou. He immediately became timid and greeted him: "Princess..."

"No, I ask you why you don't take Mount Zhongnan directly, use the mountain as a screen, look down on the high ground, and wait for a good opportunity." Zuo Rou asked again: "If you two thousand people want to take Chang'an City? That's not true. Chang'an City is to fight Liao Kingdom, and we will destroy it. It's not easy for them to break Chang'an City for 70,000 people, let alone you two thousand people. Light cavalry stationed in Mount Zhongnan, one is to cut off the reinforcements of Xixia, and the other is to be able to intercept the defeated army at the first time. Are you still counting on you infantry?"

Yang Wenguang scratched his head: "Princess..."

"If you want to occupy the city, you must dispatch the soldiers in Xiangyang City. If you fight against foreign countries, you must first settle the country. Without you, more than a thousand elite soldiers, would you let Song Beiyun use his life to An Xiangyang City?" Miss Zuo raised her eyebrows: "You don't have any distinction between the main and the secondary, just want to seek credit."

After being scolded, Yang Wenguang's face turned red. He didn't know why he was scolded by the princess who came here to travel, but now he thinks it makes sense.

Although the New East China Sea Army is strong, the number of people is indeed smaller. It is indeed a bit difficult to face tens of thousands of people, especially street fighting, and even if you are not careful, you may be surrounded and killed.

"Bad soldiers have the same usage as rough soldiers. How can you, the elite soldiers of three thousand stakes, be like those rough soldiers?" Zuo Rou squeezed Yang Wenguang away with her shoulders: "Look at me."

After she went up, she overturned all Yang Wenguang's previous battle arrangements, and then divided the New East China Sea Army into two again. Part of them followed the light cavalry into a fast force and went straight to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. The cavalry used the mountain as a screen. As long as they walked around the mountain, they could restrain their troops several times their strength. If they really couldn't do it, get off the horse and enter the mountain and fight a beautiful ambush in the mountain.

The power of elite soldiers is experienced. Because they adapt to various complex terrains, compared to ordinary soldiers, one thousand elite soldiers are not afraid of hitting 20,000 people. What's more, the equipment supply is very good, and new weapon bonuses are also added.

"I don't know much about this musket, but I have seen it. If you kill a few hundred feet away, you can order someone to specifically pick the officials to fight. Kill a few people to make the enemy's morale weak." Zuo Rou knocked on the chessboard and said, "If you fail, I will lead the troops to fight."

Yang Wenguang's liver was trembling. Not to mention that Zuo Rou was not qualified to lead the army. Even if she had it, there was no need to say more about what her relationship with Song Gouyun, the commander of the New Commander of the East China Sea, and she was also the biological daughter of the Grand Marshal of the Great Song Dynasty. This would be a matter of three or two. Yang Wenguang felt that he could just hang a rope and go to the gate of the Privy Council to commit suicide.

"No, no... Princess is welcome..."

"Okay, he won't let me lead the troops anyway." Zuo Rou sighed: "The light cavalry wins with speed, don't show off. Just throw haze on the enemy. Beat people in the day and harvest food at night. The opponent's reinforcements are exhausted and running. It's all done."

After Zuo Rou finished speaking, he returned to Xiangyang City with a swish: "The remaining heavy infantry, the Fire God Camp and the Cannon Camp, will be left here to help your Yunshu capture Xiangyang. There are 100,000 people in Xiangyang City. At that time, the troops will be divided into two groups, attacking the old nest of Xixia and capturing Chang'an. The new army of the East China Sea will follow the Chang'an Line. It is best to form a horn with the Liao Kingdom. Look at the map, they are attacking the East Gate and we are attacking the South Gate. The small south gate can withstand your bombardment? Then open up the Chang'an City first and enter the old capital. Song and Liao have alliances first, so they can only withdraw their troops. At worst, they can give them some benefits."

She thought for a while: "What are some benefits for them..."

She was very good at fighting, but suddenly she got blind in this regard. When she mentioned that the benefits were all gold, silver, treasures, etc., she had no idea.

Although she had been thinking about it for a long time, she had no idea at all. However, she was still a person who could let it go. Anyway, she would have nothing to do after the war. Naturally, others would worry about this kind of matter of dividing things.

Understanding this, Miss Zuo went to have a happy meal, leaving only Yang Wenguang standing in front of the sand table that was beyond recognition by the lady and thinking about it carefully. Then he slapped his head hard: "It's amazing..."

Miss Zuo's tactical talent made Yang Wenguang admire her. He had thought that this woman was just a waste who was just waiting to die, but now it seems that she really gave birth to the wrong daughter. If she was really a man, she would not have been able to become a famous general.

Song Beiyun, who was still staying in Xiangyang City, was standing on the city wall and looking into the distance. The soldiers around him had changed their faces. This sudden mobilization was actually a sign of chaos.

If you don’t carefully distinguish it now, it will be no different from the usual ones, but Xiao Song knew in his heart that there was not much time left for Xiangyang and there was not much time left for the governor.

Because the rumors in the city became more and more powerful, it was to say that the governor wanted to rebel, and he even knew when and where he rebeled.

You should know that there is an imperial envoy in the city! This kind of news is fatal. If there is such news, the emperor will definitely investigate it strictly, because Sun Zewei himself is not innocent. If he continues to investigate it in detail, it will definitely reveal the situation. Therefore, after he secretly met the envoy of Xixia, he decided to take action.

Xiao Song believed that the Chai family knew about this news, but they seemed to have no action. This is very strange. According to the principle, the Chai family is not the type to be slaughtered.

So they must have a backup plan, but Xiao Song has not discovered it yet.

"Mr. Song, please invite the Chai family."

The little fish appeared next to Xiao Song like a ghost: "Sir, are you going?"

"Go." Xiao Song turned around and looked at Xiaoyu: "Have you sent that thing back to that dog thing?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"That's fine." Xiao Song patted his chest: "The bastard emperor is afraid that he will scare me to death."

Xiaoyu didn't comment, just laughed, after all, this matter was ridiculous enough... so ridiculous that even an eunuch felt it was incredible.

"By the way, Lord Song... the superstition you sent to the Emperor Xixia has not been replied to."

Xiao Song chuckled and said, "Fortunately, I didn't reply."

“Why?”

"Because if I reply, it will be a little difficult for me." Xiao Song laughed: "It's okay, let's go. Go and see what the Chai family is doing."

The two of them came to the Chai family in parallel. When they entered the door, they saw a man about twenty-six or seven standing at the door. When he saw Song Beiyun, he immediately came up to meet him.

"I have long admired the reputation of Lord Song. Today, I am a young hero. It is better to see him at first sight than to hear him."

This man's voice sounds pretty, and he is slender and handsome, especially the thorny beard on his chin and the bun tied up behind his head. He looks quite fashionable.

Although it was the first time Xiao Song met, he still judged his identity from the temperament and demeanor of the person in front of him.

"Young Master Chai, I have long admired you."

Chai Dejin obviously didn't expect that Song Beiyun knew who he was on the first side. He was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal and smiled and said, "Please invite Lord Song, Caomin has prepared your favorite roast chicken for you today. The cooks were all invited by Caomin from Jinling City."

Xiao Song's smile slowly relaxed. He looked Chai Dejin up and down, then he regained his smile and stretched out his hand in a grand manner: "Then I'm not polite."

The few people entered the mansion together, and on the way to the living room, Xiao Song's heart was turbulent. Just based on those words just now, he could be sure that Chai Dejin was definitely not a simple person.

Because he is so low-key, he can convey his preferences quietly. In other words, just like his words and deeds are in his own control, his foundation has been understood by this guy.

"By the way, Lord Song, I heard that you love the most about Lai Junchen's crafting scriptures in the previous dynasty. That's not a good book."

Xiao Song laughed: "Is it beneficial to open the book? Don't Mr. Chai like the art of Laozi and Zhuangzi?"

The two looked at each other, and Chai Dejin laughed: "Is it beneficial to open the book?"

After two rounds of confrontation, both of them probably knew who the other party was. Song Beiyun concluded that this guy knew his role in this series of actions from beginning to end, otherwise he would not have spoken like this because it would offend people too much.

"By the way, I heard that the prince consort is now in the New Army of the East China Sea. I don't know if Lord Song recognizes it. How about asking him to eat and drink some water and wine? According to ethics, he might also call me Brother Chai."

Xiao Song rolled his eyes squinted: "Speaking of this, I met the Empress a few days ago. She has been a little thin recently. I heard that Mr. Chai not only met His Royal Highness the Princess since childhood, but also called her brother and sister with the Empress. I wonder what good way does Mr. Chai have to ask me to go back and invite me to come and get some wine to have a drink and have fun with Brother Chai?"

Chai Dejin's smile completely collapsed, his face turned blue and cold, and he never said the first half.
Chapter completed!