Chapter 709

It was not long before General Zhao and 30000 Zhao family soldiers walked from mingsa garden that Xiao Zimu's order arrived.

One of the garrison commanders rushed to catch up with old general Zhao, and the remaining 180000 troops set out in full.

General Zhao was quite surprised when he saw the garrison commander. If it was the emperor's decision, it would be understandable to assign these people to him.

After all, Xiao Zimu is the first to take charge of the government. Shi Jiajun is still making a rebellion. The 180000 army is the power he can really hold at present.

However, Xiao Zimu made a decision in such a short time and handed over the military power to General Zhao to quell the chaos. This trust is rare.

Zhao Xingwen had followed old general Zhao and found that he had only taken 30000 Zhao's army. He had been worried about how to fight this war.

He didn't dare to ask his grandfather directly, so he drove his horse to keep pace with Wuma Huacai: "brother Huacai, can these 30000 defeat the Mongolian army?"

Wu Mahua glanced at him: "how many armies have the Mongolian army invaded?"

"250000..." Zhao Xingwen's eyes gradually drooped. A moment later, without waiting for his answer, he moved up slowly.

Wu Mahua only looked at his expressionless face and just slightly raised his eyebrows: "then you still need to ask me...?"

Zhao Xingwen smiled awkwardly, "don't you think you're powerful? It's so difficult to keep the imperial city."

Wu Mahua didn't show complacency on his face. As always, he had no expression: "you know it's guarding the city. It's guarding the advantage between attack and defense, but now it's a confrontation between the two armies. I guess old general Zhao also wants to risk dispatching some troops from Hanyang and encircle the past all the way from the back of the new city, so he can fight hard."

Zhao Xingwen bowed his face: "Han Yang is also at war now. I can't draw much troops."

After a moment of silence, Wu Mahua said, "so it's a hard fight."

Zhao Xingwen frowned: "how much is it? How much is it?"

Wu Mahua just stretched out a finger. Zhao Xingwen was stunned and asked, "there is only a 10% chance of winning?"

Wu Mahua's expressionless face seemed to show a self mocking smile: "a glimmer of vitality."

Zhao Xingwen was silent. When he chased out of Beijing, he only knew the war chaos in the frontier. He didn't hear that the Mongolian army had invaded all the way from the new city until he pulled out of the camp.

The severity of the situation was beyond his imagination. It happened that old general Zhao only took 30000 Zhao's army. He had hoped that Wu Mahua would come up with another clever plan.

At this time, after listening to his words, this last fantasy was disillusioned.

That's right. If the 250000 Mongolian army joins the 180000 Garrison Army and the 230000 Shi Family army brought back by Shi Jialiang, it will be a whole 660000 army. It's not easy to crush the 30000 Zhao family army.

In the face of absolute strength, scheming is good for nothing.

On such a thought, Zhao Xingwen couldn't even see the glimmer of vitality in his mouth.

Wu Ma Hua sighed lightly and imperceptibly: "if you give me 200000 troops, even if there is a gap of more than half, you can match it..."

"Report... Report... Report..."

Wu Mahua was interrupted by the people behind him who rode all the way and shouted all the way.

Zhao Xingwen was listening to the words in front of him. His heart was still murmuring. Han Yang has 200000, but he can't give it to you.

He was thinking, and a figure flashed in front of him. Looking at it, wasn't it the garrison commander of Qingcheng?

As the garrison commander of Qingcheng rode up to General Zhao, a moment later, General Zhao ordered the whole army to rest in place.

Wu Mahua frowned with an expressionless face. At this time, he should move forward at full speed. After all, they delayed more time, and the speed of the confluence of Mongolian army and Shi Jiajun accelerated.

If we let them meet, the battle will not be fought at all.

He was closing his eyes and wondering what General Zhao meant by this move. Zhao Xingwen, who was sitting on the spot and eating steamed bread, patted him on the shoulder.

Wu Mahua had a headache on his forehead. He felt dizzy when Zhao Xingwen photographed him. It was like an earthquake. He turned around and looked unwilling to talk,

Zhao Xingwen just broke through his body, with a happy tone. The steamed bread has not been swallowed, so the words in his mouth are a little vague.

But Wu Mahua heard it clearly. Zhao Xingwen shouted excitedly in his ear, "the army you want is coming!"

Wu Mahua suddenly opened his eyes. Although it was still far away, it could be vaguely argued that the vast army in the distance came to them with the banner of Zhao Jiajun.

It turned out that Zhao Xingwen didn't shoot it just now. He looked like an earthquake.

But the shock of the marching horses

Zhao Xingwen is young and vigorous, and stationed in Hanyang all year round. In his mind, Xiao Zimu should have given this army to General Zhao against the Mongolian army.

However, Wu Mahua was consistent with what General Zhao thought. As Xiao Zimu, who had little real power and was the first to ascend the throne of Prince, this army was equally important to him.

Xiao Zimu left this army. Even if the Mongolian army and the Shi Family army join to attack the city, Chang'an can't break it. He is still young. He can conserve his energy, fight slowly, and take back the city slowly.

But if he gave the army to General Zhao, it would be the fate of Chang'an and General Zhao.

Although he has not yet become an emperor, he seems to have the momentum of breaking and being a king.

The corners of Wu Mahua's mouth can't help bending a light arc. His Highness the prince respected in early summer.

It seems that it's not bad

With the addition of the garrison, General Zhao didn't need to rush back to Hanyang to dispatch troops to meet. He marched horizontally and pressed towards the closed dock.

At this time, Huo Wenshu, who was in Beijing, also received the letter given to him by Gu shirou and left to her by Zhao Xingwen.

The reason why Gu shirou gave it so late was also Zhao Xingwen's special entrustment at that time.

He looked forward to seeing Huo Wenshu off with him and was afraid that she would come to see him off.

She is his concern, and his life and death are uncertain in this war. As a Xu country, he should be carefree.

If he saw her, Zhao Xingwen was afraid of death.

As a general, it is the most shameless thing in his heart if he can't take the lead and develop the idea of being greedy for life and afraid of death, and he is not worthy of being a descendant of the Zhao family.

Gu shirou looked at the tears in Huo Wenshu's eyes. She couldn't help holding her gently in her arms, patted her back and said painfully, "it's hard for you."

Before that, Gu shirou didn't give Huo Tian less cold face. At the beginning, he didn't want Zhao and Huo to get married. Gu shirou was very dissatisfied.

Although her hand was really heavy when she hit her son, it hurt her son's heart and was no less than half a point than other mothers.

But at this moment, Gu shirou finally relieved himself and understood the reason why Huo Tianxiu had strongly opposed it.

If Huo Wenshu were her own daughter, she would not be willing to live in fear all day long.

She turned around with a slight sigh, but Huo Wenshu suddenly stopped her from behind: "Mrs. Zhao, have you suffered these years?"

Gu shirou slowly turned around and looked at her with tears on her eyelashes, but sincerely shook her head: "I don't feel bitter."

Although Huo Wenshu still had tears in her eyes and was as hazy as smoke and water in the scorching sun, the corners of her lips bent out a smile and slowly opened her mouth with uneasiness and Shyness: "I'm not bitter either."

The voice is so gentle, but so firm