"Good! Very good!"
"If I remember correctly, the Li family of the Marquis of Qingxiang, the Yuwen family of the Marquis of Xuanping, the Yuan family of the Marquis of Chengping, the Dugu family of the Marquis of Gongling, and the Yu family of the Marquis of Buning were all from the aristocratic families of the Eight Pillar Nation of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.”
"The Bo Ling Marquis fu and the Zhong Jing Marquis fu both came from Shi Hou, but the two families actually refused to even send out a Di son.”
"Rebellion, they really rebelled. Do they still have Da Qian and I in their eyes?”
Emperor Yong Xi was furious when he heard Su Peicheng's report.
There were four dukes and twelve marquises. Mu Shi, the Prince of Dongping, guarded Liaodong, Jun Hao, the Prince of Xining, guarded Xihai, and Di Rui, the Prince of Nan 'an, guarded Diannan.
Beijing Commandery Prince Shui Rong had just ascended the throne and his son was young. It was understandable that he could not lead the army into battle.
Out of the remaining 20 families, only 14 were willing to send their legitimate sons. How preposterous!
However, it was the descendants of the Bei Zhou Eight Pillar Nation, who came from the same family as the royal family, Chen clan, who were unwilling to contribute to the country. If this spread, how would the world view the royal family?
The Palace of Heavenly Purity was deathly silent. Internal Minister Su Peicheng almost lowered his head to the ground, not daring to say another word.
"Your Majesty, there's no need to be angry."
"Among the founding fathers, most of them are rotten.”
"Marquis Qingxiang fu, Marquis Xuanping fu, Marquis Chengping fu, Marquis Gongling fu, and Marquis Buning fu are all third grade generals.”
"If you pass it down again, there will be no title to inherit.”
"If not for the fact that the Bowling Marquis fu and the Zhongjing Marquis fu were in cahoots with the Jia family, they would have been long gone.”
Wu Sidao leaned back in his wheelchair, his pale face faintly revealing a sinister and ruthless look.
Hearing this.
Only then did Emperor Yong Xi calm down. He looked at Wu Sidao and asked softly,"Sir, do you have any considerations for the candidates for this expedition?”
"Among the founding nobles, only the leaders of the Zhenguo Public House, the Xiu Public House, and the Li Public House can be used.”
"However, Hou Xiao Kang of the Duke of Xiu and Liu Fang of the Duke of Li are only first-class disciples and are not enough to control the army.”
"Duke Zhenguo's Niu Jizong is a first-class uncle. He has served as the commander of Gansu, Guyuan, Yansui, and Datong. He is familiar with the situation in the grasslands.”
"It's most suitable for him to lead the army.”
Wu Sidao's eyes flickered with a dim light as he slowly said.
"Yes."
"Decree: Niu Jizong is appointed as the general of the Northern Expedition, leading 300,000 troops to the north to resist the enemy.”
"Hou Xiaokang will be the vanguard general and Liu Fang will be the rear guard general.”
Without any hesitation, Emperor Yong Xi directly issued an edict.
"Yes."
Su Peicheng, the Prime Minister of the Palace of Heavenly Purity, quickly drafted an edict and sealed it.
The three people in the hall all ignored the eldest son of the Jia Clan's Ningguo Manor, who had been conferred the title of Piao Yao Commandant by the Retired Emperor and had led his troops to battle.
No one could have imagined that this neglected existence had created such a glorious battle record!
.......
At dawn, the sun had just risen.
On the outskirts of the Divine Capital, 3,000 Overlord Cavalry were waiting by the official road. A silent murderous aura filled the surroundings.
The surroundings were silent, not even the sounds of birds, beasts, and insects could be heard.
"Phew!"
In the distance, a group of people was rushing over. The one leading them was Jia Fou.
"Why are you here?"
The galloping Arabian warhorses stopped on the official road.
Jia Fu narrowed his eyes and saw a speck of ash mixed in the ink black. Who else could it be but Jia Jing?
"My youngest son is going to war, how can I not come?”
Gazing at the valiant and valiant Jia Xiong on the horse's back, Jia Jing felt a myriad of emotions.
Back then, he had sent off his uncle Jia Daishan and big brother Jia Fu in the suburbs like this.
But at that time, he didn't expect that none of the 20 Jia clansmen who went out to fight had returned alive.
"Life and death are unpredictable on this journey to the Frontier.”
Jia Jing's eyes were filled with tears as he warned Jia Fu with a worried expression.
At this moment, he was no longer the cultivator from Xuanzhen Temple, nor was he Prince Yizhong's aide. He was just a father.
Hearing this.
Jia Fou looked at him deeply and hesitated,""You... Take care!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Let's go!" he waved his hand.”
"Swoosh!"
The three thousand Overlord Cavalry mounted their horses and followed closely behind the black phoenix flag.
An inexplicable black torrent appeared on the official road and sped all the way north.
Jia Jing watched as his youngest son slowly disappeared into the morning sky.
The army galloped on their horses, each with three Arabian horses, and it took them less than two hours to reach Shunyi.
At this moment, the sky was already bright. The 3,000 Overlord Cavalry were all wearing black armor and were exceptionally eye-catching in the daytime.
"Halt, rest here for fifteen minutes.”
The warhorses could not gallop for more than 100 kilometers, or they would be injured.
It was now 80 kilometers from the Divine Capital to Shunyi. Although the Arabian warhorses had good speed and endurance, they couldn't keep running at high speeds.
Therefore, Jia Fu gave the order to rest.
For a time, the three thousand Overlord Cavalry dismounted and fed their warhorses.
"Xiang Que, bring me the map."
"Yes."
Hearing this, Xiang Que hurriedly took a map of the army from his horse and spread it out on the ground.
Jia Fou immersed his mind into it, carefully searching for the route on the map.
"My lord."
"Aren't we heading straight for the Xuan Manor?”
Xiang Que asked with a puzzled expression.
The 300,000 Tatars were currently at the border of Xuanfu and Datong. With the Overlord Cavalry's speed of three Arabian warhorses each, they would be able to reach Xuanfu from Shunyi to Changping and Yanqing in less than three days.
"Do you think we can defeat the Tartars?”
Jia Fou raised his head and glanced at Xiang Que.
"Uh..."
Xiang Que was instantly speechless.
The 3,000 Overlord Cavalry on the plains could easily pierce through the 300,000 infantry, but what they faced were not the long-standing, stable infantry of the Central Plains who did not engage in military affairs, but the 300,000 Tarist Cavalry who swept across the grasslands and swept through everything.
Even if the Overlord Cavalry were as powerful as they were, they would not be able to guarantee a safe retreat when faced with enemies a hundred times stronger than them, let alone defeat them.
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