Jun Jiuling

Enemy soldiers are pressing down on the border, and the people are panic-stricken. Even though Cheng Guogong and the five-way army are stationed and assembled, the whole northern land is still shrouded in a dark cloud.

Looking around, the bustling and bustling bazaar has disappeared, and the soldiers running to and fro will not stop, each of them is well-dressed, which makes people fearful.

People on the road crowded shoulder to shoulder, pushed carts and drove horses, dragged their families and children, left the village where they lived, and gathered in the heavily fortified city and the nearby Tunpu according to the arrangement of the government.

People can leave, but a lot of livestock and food have to be thrown away. Losses are inevitable, but as long as people are still there and Cheng Guogong guards the border to repel the gold thieves, then these losses are nothing.

Moreover, the Northland has been stable for ten years, and everyone believes that Cheng Guogong can still keep the Northland safe, so despite the overcast clouds, the people who moved around were busy but did not panic.

But when the news reached the capital, the people in the capital panicked. It had been stable for ten years, but the memory of the golden thief breaking through the capital with iron hoofs and driving straight into the capital, even the emperor, was still lingering in the hearts of many people.

The atmosphere in the hall was even more tense.

The court meeting lasted from dark until dark, before the court officials and important officials were able to leave the palace and go home, and it continued the next day.

"West Hebei Road, Hebei East Road is all under martial law, and the whole area is closed to clear roads." Ning Yan read out, and looked at the crowd, "Now that bandits and slaves are oppressing the border, we will repel the bandits with one heart."

The emperor who seemed a little anxious sitting on the dragon chair interrupted him.

"I don't want to hear what Cheng Guogong did." He said, his expression was full of exhaustion, and he obviously couldn't sleep for a few days. "Are you sure how many thieves and slaves are here this time? Who is the commander?"

Before Ning Yan could speak, Huang Cheng, who was sitting beside him, spoke first.

"Fifty thousand thieves and slaves, led by Dapeng King Tuobawu," he said.

Hearing the number and the commander, there was a sound of breathing in the hall.

fifty thousand!

"When the country was in crisis, there were only 30,000 thieves." A gray-bearded official murmured.

"And this time it turned out that Tuoba Wu is the commander in chief." Another official also said to himself.

At that time, his brother Tuobasu was shot dead by Cheng Guogong's rebellious army, and the gold thief royal family fell into chaos. Tuobawu returned after fleeing for five years and killed his younger brother.

Tuoba Wu has a good relationship with his brother, and at this moment, he is attacking menacingly, and he must want revenge.

Ning Yan clearly saw that the emperor's face turned pale, and he hurriedly raised his hand to signal the atmosphere in the court hall.

"Are they revengeful? We are the ones who have blood and blood." He shouted in a deep voice, "They have 50,000 rebels, and we have hundreds of thousands of generals, why should we be afraid?"

He said bowing his hands to the emperor.

"There is the Fifth Route Army of Chengguo in the north, Taiyuan in the west, Shandong in the east and Henan in the south. Our Great Zhou is like a fortress of iron and steel. Even if the gold thieves come aggressively, they will return in vain and kill them all. "

That's right, the soldiers who have been raised steadily for ten years are strong and strong.

"Your Majesty, our soldiers in the Great Zhou Dynasty are afraid of the gold thieves. Back then, the gold thieves cut off our states and counties and took away my people. Today is also the time for us to avenge our hatred and regain our lost land."

Several other ministers stood up and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Renxiao's coffin is still imprisoned in the Golden Land. For the safety of all people, we have kept our promise. This time, the gold thief broke the contract and broke the promise. I ask Your Majesty to order the army to welcome back the spirit of Emperor Renxiao."

Their voices were choked up, and two old ministers even cried, grabbing the ground with their heads, and their gray beards became more and more messy.

This wiped out the previous atmosphere of fear and horror in the hall, replaced by grief and indignation.

And grief is also a source of strength.

"Your Majesty, please fight!"

"Your Majesty, please mobilize your troops to go north immediately."

For a while, many ministers stood up and said one after another.

The emperor was also comforted by the grief and anger, his expression returned to calm, and he sat up straight.

"Loves..." he said.

As soon as the words came out, a sharp report came from outside.

"Urgent report! Urgent report! Yaoziguan is lost! The gold thief has crossed the Juma River, Rongcheng has fallen, and Xiongzhou is in a hurry!"

Accompanied by shouts, a guard rushed in, followed by the eunuch who held a document in his hand.

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Ning Yunzhao, who was standing at the end of the queue, raised his head.

"This is not good," he said to himself.

The main hall became as lively as a market.

The eunuchs carried the map and put it over. The emperor had already stepped down from the dragon chair, and the courtiers crowded in front of the map, watching several generals point out the specific location.

"This route was the one that invaded Hejian Mansion before."

"The last time I said that negligence was excusable, what about this time?"

"It's been so long to prepare for the battle, but it was easily breached by others. Are the Ansu troops dead over there?"

Noisy shouts and questioning continued.

The emperor supported the eunuch's arm with fine sweat on his forehead.

"Where is Cheng Guogong?" He asked.

Ning Yan pointed to a spot.

"Duke Cheng is currently in Suicheng." He said, "Leading the Guangxin Army to set up defense."

"What kind of defense is this? What kind of defense is this? All the gold thieves are here..." A minister asked anxiously.

"So what if you come here?" Ning Yan also shouted, interrupting the minister's words, and reached out to point at the Juma River line on the map, "The 50,000 Jinren army, issued a letter of war, and broke through a Juma River in one go. What's so strange about breaking through the city?"

The people around were stunned for a moment, and the noise stopped.

"The war just started, and victory or defeat is uncertain. A temporary victory is not a victory, and a temporary defeat is not a defeat." Ning Yan continued, reaching out and clicking on the map again, "I believe that in a few days, Duke Cheng's army will catch up with you." Now, that is the real battle, and I also believe that Cheng Guogong will definitely win!"

There was a burst of silence in the hall, which calmed down the restlessness and panic just now.

"Yes, Master Ning is right."

"That's right, although the gauntlet has been declared, this is still a surprise attack."

"On the other side of the Juma River there are only three fortresses. How could it be the opponent of a 50,000 army?"

Discussions sounded again in the hall, and several military generals stepped forward and pointed to the map, introducing the deployment and assembly routes of the Baoding Shun'an Yongxing Army, etc., repeatedly ensuring that the troops were sufficient.

The emperor helped the eunuch to look better.

"Since the gold thieves dare to invade, we want them to know that what we were able to fight ten years ago, they will stay away from them. Ten years later, we will still be able to." Ning Yan Surong said, "This battle, let the gold thieves hear Our Dazhou is afraid, so that they will never dare to step into my Dazhou realm again."

Ning Yan turned around and saluted the emperor.

"Your Majesty, Wan Sheng!" He bowed and said.

All the ministers saluted one after another.

"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng."

The emperor looked at the ministers and squeezed out a smile.

"Okay, okay, Wansheng." He said cosmetically.

The atmosphere in the hall was warm again, and almost everyone bowed and shouted, except Lu Yunqi, who was always like a wooden pile and stone carving, and Huang Cheng, who was sitting in front of the gifted king.

For Lu Yunqi, apart from the emperor's words, he couldn't hear anything else, no matter if it was about family and country affairs, or the life and death of the people.

Huang Cheng, on the other hand, sat and leaned slightly, without raising his hand, his lowered eyes seemed to be asleep.