From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 1039

Old generals never die, they just slowly wither away.

Zhou Yuan knew very well that this group of nobles would not be able to help much even if they went to the battlefield. At most, they could play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army. As for the Ma family in Xihai... If the Ma family had no problems, then Ma Guoyuan would not be needed. If the Ma family had problems, then it would be useless whether Ma Guoyuan could persuade them or not, because the special location of Xihai determined that there were no gaps allowed there, and the families with problems must be buried underground.

So he didn't care whether this group of nobles went or not, and left the problem to Song Wu. After all, they went there more for Song Wu.

Regarding the problems of Gansu Town and Xihai, it was mainly to communicate with Xiong Kuohai about some internal ghosts.

The gap in strength is not terrible, the gap in number is not terrible, but the fear is that the body will rot.

"Don't worry about that."

Xiong Kuohai sneered: "Ye Mian and I have been in the battlefield of intelligence and espionage for decades. We have plenty of means to deal with these insects in the dark."

Zhou Yuan said in a deep voice: "Don't take it lightly. When the West Sea is at war, Shenjing may not have a good life."

Hearing this, Xiong Kuohai was stunned for a long time before changing color and saying: "You mean... that group of people are going to make a final struggle?"

Zhou Yuan patted his shoulder and said: "Don't worry, we have considered all these aspects. There are definitely risks, but this reshuffle can clean up Dajin. . "

"The next road will be easy to walk."

Xiong Kuohai said: "Then should we let the family hide?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head and said: "It will alert the enemy. We don't need to think too much about this. Playing tricks? Oh, that group of royal family members cannot be your opponent, otherwise your majesty would not have ascended the throne."

Xiong Kuohai was relieved and said solemnly: "Okay, then I will go down to prepare. I have to say hello to the old king. The entire northwest Tiqi and secret agents must be mobilized."

He walked out of the study quickly and saw the sky. It was already dawn.

Zhou Yuan stretched, took a sip of the already cold tea, and walked out slowly.

In June, the weather is only cooler in the morning.

The wind at dawn made the soul that was tired all night more sober, and Zhou Yuan's thinking became more sharp and calm.

He paced in the garden, carefully analyzing the current situation.

The situation in the northwest must be left to Song Wu and Xiong Kuohai to worry about. They are too far away, and the news is not exchanged, so they cannot command remotely.

Alas, the times have restricted too many things. Otherwise, Zhou Yuan might have called and asked the defenders on the tower to raise their spears another 15 degrees.

We must concentrate our minds and think about the situation of the Jurchens.

Today's Jurchens are facing a huge problem.

Frontal defense and a decisive battle with the Tsarist Empire will result in the annihilation of the entire army and the Tsarist Empire's full occupation of Liaodong.

At the most dangerous moment, Zhou Yuan led his troops to kill and become the savior of the Jurchens.

The original plan was indeed like this, but now it seems a bit rigid.

Because killing in this way can indeed be the savior of the Jurchens, but the Jurchens' soldiers are gone, and the two sides cannot form a cooperation and cannot maximize the benefits.

In this case, will Huang Taiji have a better choice?

For example, opening a gap in the defense and letting the people of the Tsarist Empire enter the hinterland...

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan smiled bitterly and sighed: "This strategy of escaping from a desperate situation is good, but it is too tragic."

...

On June 12, the Ministry of Rites came up with various reasons to say that this day was an auspicious day, so Song Wu and others finally had to go to war.

The mighty troops gathered in the camp 50 miles south of the city, and the baggage and logistics troops had already set out in batches.

Empress Zhao Jing brought civil and military officials to offer sacrifices to the heavens and ancestors, and held many ceremonies to see the army off.

As the generalissimo of the army, Zhou Yuan naturally had to say a few words to boost morale.

But when he saw the more than ten old men in armor around Song Wu, he still felt a little emotional.

These old nobles will eventually have to risk their lives.

He took a deep breath, gathered his inner strength, and said loudly: "Our Great Jin has experienced wars, suffered from natural disasters, and fought for many years. Only now can we have peace today and rebuild the country."

"The people have just seen some hope, and foreign enemies are coming to trouble us again. I don't think I need to say more. Just look at Huwei Hou and Yongguan Hou and they will know that this time, we are the three generations of old, middle-aged and young people fighting together to survive this disaster!"

"Only after we survive! The Great Jin will have a future! Only then can we have enough food!"

"You defend Gansu and Xihai! I will take back Liaodong!"

"Two wars! We will win!"

Countless soldiers looked solemn and watched quietlyAhead.

Zhou Yuan picked up the wine bowl and strode forward.

Song Wu and others also picked up the wine bowl and slowly raised their hands.

Looking at Song Wu and these old nobles, Zhou Yuan said in a deep voice: "I hope you all come back alive! Let's see the future of Dajin!"

Song Wu didn't say much, but directly said: "Drink!"

Everyone looked at each other and drank the strong wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Until this time, Hu Weihou said: "Marshal, we have always had many disagreements. We don't understand what you think about many things, but at least we can see that you are not for personal gain."

"Now I'm leaving, I want to ask, can these two wars be won? Even if it's a little bit harder and the cost is a little higher, can we win!"

It's just a question that many people care about. More importantly, for so many years, they have already trusted Zhou Yuan's ability to fight.

And Zhou Yuan has never broken his promise. In this regard, he has always kept his word.

So when he heard Hu Weihou's question, he slowly laughed.

He looked at everyone, his tone was full of arrogance: "I never like to brag before doing things, but now I can boldly tell you that as long as you can hold on, I can defeat the Tsarist army!"

"Okay!"

Hu Weihou's face turned red, and he shouted: "We believe the words of the Grand Marshal!"

"We just say one thing! As long as the people are in the city, they will be there!"

Everyone looked at each other and saw the blood in each other's eyes. This is the romance and ideal of the generals.

The mighty army finally left.

With the shining sun and the dancing smoke and dust, they will leave this prosperous world and go to the magnificent northwest to fight a great defensive war.

Zhou Yuan stood there, looking at the back of the army, and couldn't let it go for a long time.

For a nation to truly stand up, the sacrifice required is too great.

His mood was majestic and sad, but there were always people who kept giving him courage.

At dusk, when night was about to fall, Ningyue came back.

She changed her appearance.

She, who always dresses like a lady, actually wears men's clothes, no makeup on her face, her hair is tied up, and she doesn't have any bangs, which reveals her whole face, and her temperament is naturally much more capable.

"Oh my god..."

Xiaoying couldn't help but open her mouth wide, muttering: "Sister Ningyue is so handsome! Like a little brother!"

Xue Ningyue just covered her mouth and smiled, her voice didn't change at all.

She said softly: "Because it's inconvenient to wear a skirt. We have a lot of heavy classes on the ship every day. We have to squat and lift things. If our hair falls down, it will block our vision."

"So I asked to wear men's clothes, wear loose pants, tie up my hair, and fix it with wooden hairpins. This is much more convenient."

Xiaoying nodded heavily and said: "Sister Ningyue is right, but it doesn't seem to be as good-looking as it is now."

Ningyue smiled and pinched her cheeks, saying: "That's the worldly perspective. At that time, someone will definitely say that we are good-looking, just like ...like a goddess."

Xiaoying tilted her head and said, "Sister Ningyue, can I go with you? I..."

"No!"

Zhou Yuan interrupted immediately, "Wenshu is still young and can't leave you. You can stay at home and talk to Sister Jianjia."

Ningyue also smiled and said, "Yes, it was actually quite hard. At first, I was so tired that my whole body ached and my voice was hoarse from shouting. I secretly wiped my tears at night, and it was Caixi who comforted me."

"Later, I got used to it and felt better."

Looking at her changes, Zhou Yuan had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The people around him are growing up.

When will this nation that has come all the way through hardships really grow up?