Vol V Chapter 38
Border Town.
Luo Langping frowned as he looked at the map. The table was filled with the results of Ning Mo's army over the past 20 days.
The Minister of Rites was also present.
He looked at the map and asked,
"Marquis Wu 'an has won consecutively, why is Marquis Jing Ping still frowning?”
The Minister of Rites knew how to negotiate, how to govern the country, and political strategies.
However…
When it came to military matters, he was at a loss. He could still say a few words on paper, but now that they were at the border of the battlefield, there was no need for him to speak with the military talent of the Minister of Rites.
"Much better."
Luo Langping's expression was serious."
"The Tartars are being pushed too hard! Who knew if they would fight to the death!”
Hearing this.
The Minister of Rites frowned and pondered for a moment, unable to think of a reason.
He said,
"Marquis Wu An should have thought of this and made some preparations! Didn't he ask Border Town to continuously send complete wood to the military camp? It should be very useful!"
He nodded.
Luo Langping said,"
"Marquis Wu 'an's master is His Majesty and Duke Ying, and he is a truly born valiant general and commander! They should have expected this, but even so, the problem was still huge. The Tartar army still had more than 200,000 soldiers, and all of them were cavalry!”
"Marquis Wu 'an has an army of 150,000 men, and only 20,000 cavalry from Great Chu's Black Cavalry. The rest are all infantry. Although they are all elites, they will definitely be at an absolute disadvantage in a decisive battle!”
He stroked his beard.
The Minister of Rites did not know much about leading troops to war.
Therefore, he could only say,
"Now, we can only trust Marquis Wu An!”
He was stunned for a moment.
Luo Langping nodded.
Indeed, other than trusting Ning Mo, there was no other way.
He could no longer send reinforcements here!
Out of the original 500,000 soldiers, only 150,000 elites from the four battalions of the Imperial Capital remained in the border city. They had sent 40,000 and 50,000 elites to Ning Mo's command, leaving only 60,000 people to guard the border city.
They were indeed unable to provide support.
Luo Langping sighed with emotion.
"150,000 against 250,000…This battle will be very difficult!”
……
The Imperial City.
In the rear hall of Zhengyang Palace.
All the civil and military officials, who were the true center of power, were gathered here.
The Chu Emperor stood in front of the sand table.
He said,"
"The Tartars will definitely attack with Mo 'er! How many troops did Mo 'er have now? How many soldiers did the Tartar army have left?”
Hearing the Chu Emperor's question.
The Minister of War stood up.
He replied,"
"Originally, there were 150,000 troops, but in the past 20 days, although they have won consecutive victories, they have also suffered some losses. However, from the battle reports, it can be seen that the losses are all Great Chu's black cavalry, and not many infantry!”
There was a pause.
The Minister of War gave a number.
"A conservative estimate is that Marquis Wu An's army should still have around 140,000 soldiers! A rough estimate of the military strength of the Tartars…they still had around 250,000!”
The Chu Emperor nodded.
Then, he said,
"The difference of 110,000 is something that Mo 'er, who is good at cavalry surprise attacks, and the Great Chu's Black Cavalry, who have extraordinary combat strength, only need to spend time to close the gap!”
Hearing the Chu Emperor's words,
The others nodded.
Ning Mo was good at cavalry surprise attacks, so once his mobility increased, the difference of 110,000 soldiers, combined with his legendary battle record, would not be a difficult thing to close!
This point…
Everyone present believed it!
The old man frowned.
He suddenly said,"
"What if the Tartars don't give Mo 'er the chance to use his mobility?”
Hearing this.
Everyone was shocked and looked at the old man.
He did not hide anything.
The old man said indifferently,
"The entire Tartar army broke camp and forced Mo 'er to fight.”
" If Mo 'er doesn't accept the challenge and chooses to retreat or change the battlefield, then at this moment…if the Tartar army doesn't pursue, doesn't care, doesn't attack the border cities, and goes straight south…"
Shua Shua Shua--
Hearing the old man's words,
Everyone's expression changed drastically. After being reminded by the old man, everyone had an intuition in their hearts.
That was-
The Tartars would definitely do this!
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
The entire rear hall of the Administrative Hall was silent. Everyone's expressions were not too good.
Very quickly.
The Chu Emperor spoke with a solemn expression,"
"With Mo 'er's military accomplishments and battle instincts, he will definitely be able to guess this. In that case, the final battle will definitely erupt…The outcome of this battle is hard to predict.”
The old man took a deep breath.
He said in a deep voice,
"250,000 against 140,000…It's a crushing force!”
For a moment,
Everyone fell silent.
Even the civil officials and ministers who did not know much about the art of war.
At this moment,
They could feel the difficulty of the situation.
……
Phew--
Wind and snow covered the camp.
It was night on the plains. The cold wind howled and snow filled the sky.
In the tent of the central army.
Ning Mo sat on the main seat.
Below him-
All the generals were present, including Gao Shun and the other two who had led the army out!
"The first decisive battle will be tomorrow!"
Looking at the map,
Ning Mo's face was solemn."
"This battle is already unavoidable.”
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