Chang'an's fanaticism continues to ferment, and Zhao Xing will continue to spread Chang'an's fanaticism on the way back.

Before continuing to spread the fanaticism, Zhao Xing blatantly declared war on the grassland in the name of practicing the way for heaven. What other reason does this need? Sending killers to assassinate the imperial officials is itself an extreme contempt for the Song Dynasty, the people of the Song Dynasty, and the emperor of the Song Dynasty.

The king of a country cannot be humiliated. War begins. Now that Zhao Xing says war begins, who can say no? Not only does no one dare to say no, but just follow the surging public opinion.

Now, as long as there is someone who opposes Zhao Xing, it is against the people and the people. Even overnight, people will be covered with feces on the door, and strange insults will be written on the wall. Family members will even be pointed at when walking on the road.

Who is going to touch this huge trouble? Besides, assassinating a life-time officer and provoking the relationship between Song and Liao is worthy of war. Why should I listen to the rebuttal of the grassland people? There is conclusive evidence.

The trends of the grassland are now in front of Zhao Xing. The army gathered on the side of Yinshan Mountain and prepared to deal with the Song and Liao dynasties at the same time. It seems that it is not at all false.

"You continue to create your fanaticism, and you will be ready." Xiao Song said to Zhao Xing while sticking out his butt map work: "This time, a large number of young generals are activated, and the generals at all levels should be compressed as much as possible to under 35 years old."

"I am worried that I can't stop those Qiu Bas. I also have insufficient experience and will suffer."

"Where are no ones who will suffer losses when fighting? Now you have another big problem, the personnel organizational structure is seriously unbalanced, the old men are getting older and the younger generation has not yet gotten up. After all, they are all generals who became famous twenty years ago. If you don't make up for the gaps in the middle of the 20 years, guess what will happen in the end?"

"What? You said."

"The inheritance of civil officials has never been cut off. Military generals have been cut off for twenty years. Even if you don't value culture over military affairs, you will naturally value culture over military affairs."

"Well... I value culture over military affairs, weak and powerlessness. I value martial arts over civil affairs, and I am powerful and powerful." Zhao Xing touched his chin and pondered for a moment: "I really have to care."

"It is not that easy to be the Emperor of the Eternal Eternals. When you get older, you will write an autobiography and pass it down." Xiao Song held the ruler and continued to mark the map: "I am not responsible for any military aspects in this battle. At most, I will only coordinate in the rear."

"ah?"

Zhao Xing jumped up: "I plan to let you go to supervise the army. I won't feel at ease without you."

"The court officials are worried about me."

While the two were arguing whether something would happen, Fo Baonu was supported by Qiaoqiao and walked out. When he came to this place, he looked at the map, and then stopped leaving. He started his career and professionally spyed on the information of the Song State.

When she heard the dispute between Song Gou and Zhao Xing, she chuckled disdainfully: "Everyone in the world says that your Zhao family is seriously ill, but now it seems true. If you don't worry about the border generals, why bother to work hard? Besides, what's the matter if you ask me Song Beiyun to supervise the army? He is the chief official in Chang'an, and he is the chief official whom you put on the head of the governor. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is a chief official. If you ask such a chief official to conquer the grassland again, what do the people in the court think?"

Zhao Xing was stunned: "Ah..."

"As the emperor, think about these issues carefully. You give too much power. Don't worry, other families may feel at ease. You give him both a state and a million military power. How scary is it."

There are some things that Song Beiyun is hard to say, but there is no problem with Zhao Xing's brother Yelu's words, because Yelu is the legitimate Emperor of the Liao Dynasty, and his status is the same as Zhao Xing. He is a few months older than him, so he has no pressure to preach.

"Okay, don't discuss this." Xiao Song clamped the pencil of the drawing on his ear and stood up: "You can see the map clearly? I'll explain it to you now, otherwise you won't know the general's intentions by then."

This involves several large-depth theories and scattered defense systems. This is a brand new tactic. The emperors of both countries have never been exposed to it, especially the large-depth theories. This method of attacking and defending all looks very unpredictable, but after listening to someone's explanation, I feel enlightened.

The Liao Kingdom is also a cavalry, and the cavalry of the Liao Kingdom is no worse than the grassland. The only difference is that the number of cavalry on the grassland has an advantage, but this is not a big problem, but it is obviously no longer reasonable to fight hard. This will waste the powerful firepower output of the Song army, which can only fight positions.

Therefore, this time the coalition forces of the two countries will carry out a coordinated battle, with the Song army leading the front, restraining the main force of the grassland, suppressing the opponent's route with powerful firepower, and seizing favorable fighter jets.

The Liao cavalry took the opportunity to penetrate the enemy's rear and continuously attacked the opponent's supply lines and scattered grassland troops in a nuisance manner.

As long as there are pursuers, they will go north. In this short period of stopping and stopping, the Song army will seize the opportunity to go north and steadily over the grassland throughout the journey. When winter comes, it will be the time for the grassland to surrender.

Fo Baonu asked him what if the grassland did not surrender? Xiao Song smiled but said nothing, but just poked the place in Ulaanbaatar.

Buddha Baonu suddenly realized and nodded slightly.

"What, what, what puzzle you two have? Why am I so confused?" Zhao Xing yelled: "Say it, you guys say it."

Zhao Xing didn't want to be Fu Baonu, but he didn't have any military talent. Seeing the dense map standard lines, he had a big head, but Fu Baonu understood it but he didn't understand it at all.

"That's right. This time we are not a war to destroy the country and the race, but a war to break the cohesion of the grassland. There are seven or eight relatively large nobles in the golden tent of the grassland. The largest one is the current Khan, but there has always been a second tribe in this place. As long as we fight that place, the grassland will descend."

"Yeah." Fo Baonu nodded and said, "The Khan of the Golden Tent never wanted to see a fire in the backyard. No matter whether Borjijin wins or loses or rebells here, the grassland will be abandoned."

"Why is it a waste if you win? Isn't that mean..." Zhao Xing scratched his face: "That place is the forbidden area of ​​the grassland?"

"So that's it." Xiao Song walked back and forth with his hands behind his back: "These two great nobles were almost the same. If Borjijin won, their prestige would be higher than that of the current great men. If they lost, the grassland would lose the rear to survive, and if they reversed...hehe."

"You know a lot."

"I've told you a long time ago that the development of the trade route is far more than money." Xiao Song glanced at Fo Baonu: "I actually have no more clever view on this, but I just raised the problems facing the grassland at the moment. They are much sadder than us in winter."

"What after that? What after you win?" Fo Baonu asked, "The people on the grassland are like wolves."

Xiao Song was silent for a moment: "Hey, keep feeding, feeding, feeding, feeding, feeding, their people can spend the winter safely in the big tent even if they do nothing, feeding, feeding, they yearn for the Central Plains, feeding, they have no wings and fangs, and feeding, they are full of energy."

Zhao Xing clapped his hands: "I am good at this."

"The good men in the Liao Kingdom don't want to use your tricks." Fo Baonu said arrogantly.

Zhao Xing glanced at her belly that had been eight months old and chuckled again. Fo Baonu would glar at him in discontent: "Why are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think Brother Yelu's words are reasonable."

Fo Baonu looked down at his stomach, snorted, got up and held his waist and swayed back to the room like a penguin.

"Don't be angry with her, she has my cub in her belly."

"I can't help it." Zhao Xing shook his feet: "When I see her now, I think of how energetic my elder brother Yelu was back then. Oh... it's changing."

"You dog emperor."

"The dog emperor is just the dog emperor, I'm going out to play."

Zhao Xing now loves to disguise himself and be romantic and happy. Chang'an has gathered many business travelers in the Western Regions these days, and they have brought many women with particularly exotic styles. Persian cats are the most common products. What makes Zhao Xing obsessed the most are those black girls with shiny skin. He has visited many days. Not only did he go there by himself, but he always encouraged Song Beiyun to go with him, saying that he would never come back if he tried the black one once.

But Song Beiyun is not a person who can eat everything. If Fo Baonu had not entered the dangerous period now, he would have died at home and would have gone out to mess around...

Every time Zhao Xing goes out to fool around, he will ask Song Nuanyu to come to Song Gou to play. What should I say? Anyway, if a man doesn’t have a good thing, it’s over.

As for Xiao Song, he was not very interested in the turbulent winds outside. If he was used to describe Song Gou's life, it was probably that the male protagonists in other places were all horses galloping around the world, from the picturesque misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River to the desolate lonely moon in the north of the northern part of the river, then Song Beiyun is a lazy dog ​​in a shabby room. If there is no special demand, then his life is from the kitchen of pots and pans to the bedroom with fire.

Countless people advised him to go out for more than one thing, but in the end they all have their own ambitions. He just wasn't willing to go out, what could he do? But even so, no one could say that he was not right. After all, this dog was able to control the ups and downs of the two major powers in the Central Plains, and even began to vaguely control the direction of the entire dynasty. Who dared to say that such a person had no future?

"Okay, don't be angry with that dog emperor." Xiao Song put a bowl of sour plum soup in front of Fo Baonu, then rubbed her dog's head and said, "He just owe it very much, you don't know."

"If you were willing to help me, the Great Liao Dynasty would have swallowed Song State early in the morning, so I would not have been sarcastic by him." Fo Baonu hit the table: "It's all your fault!"

"Yes, yes, blame me." Xiao Song sighed: "Do you want to lie in bed and wait for food? Have fish today."
Chapter completed!