"Hey, please slow down, Princess. My legs and feet are inconvenient and I can't keep up with you."
Song He, Minister of War of the Kingdom of Jin, looked at the cute little girl running around on the city wall of Daizhou with a sad face.
The little cutie was lying on the city wall in a snow-white cloak. She put down the telescope in her hand gloomily and looked up at Hui'er who was guarding her cautiously.
"Aunt Hui'er, is there really no problem with the Admiral's information? Did the Huyan Royal Court really attack the Western King's Court when the road was blocked by heavy snow?"
Hui'er nodded solemnly: "Your Royal Highness, the admiral's spies will not lie. Since they passed the letter with the golden eagle, it means that the matter must be true."
"Now the Huyan Royal Court is attacking the Western Turks. This is an ironclad fact. Hui'er dares to guarantee it with his life."
The little cutie nodded clearly, raised the telescope again and looked at the scenery outside the city where nothing could be seen except the vast white snow. The delicate willow eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Is Yue'er's calculation wrong? The defeated army of the West King's Court will not retreat from the Gulu River? But looking at all the routes on the map, the Gulu River is the best route to retreat to the north of Yinshan Mountain!"
Songhe held up a map and walked to the little cutie: "Your Royal Highness, Spismult has been on the grassland for decades, so he is definitely not a mediocre person. What if he goes against the grain and flees somewhere else? "
"Although Her Royal Highness is talented and intelligent, she has never been to the battlefield in person. She does not know that the military situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. I have no intention of ridiculing Her Royal Highness."
"I just want to tell Her Royal Highness that everything should be based on facts, and relying on speculation will not work!"
The little cutie scratched the back of his head and looked at Hui'er: "How could he be defeated by my mother's love rival, the goblin, if I'm not a mediocre person?"
Hui'er looked at the little cutie in embarrassment and then looked at Song He who was aside. In terms of these things, she is really not as good as Songhe, the Minister of War.
After all, there are specialties in the art industry, and my strength is in reconnaissance and gathering information, not in arranging troops.
Song He slowly put away the map: "Your Royal Highness, the reason why the Huyan Royal Court was able to defeat the Western Turks was because of the strength of their armor."
"Huyan Royal Court traded many obsolete armors and weapons from the border trade between Dajin and Dalong."
"Although we look down upon these weapons and equipment, for the Huyan Royal Court where smelting iron is extremely difficult, it is like nectar from heaven."
"With the same skills, a person with a sword will naturally have a much better chance of winning than a person with bare hands."
"Spismult did not lose to Huyan Yunyao, the Khan of the Huyan Royal Court, but to your father Liu Mingzhi."
Hearing Song He mention his father Liu Mingzhi, the little cutie's eyes lit up: "Why? Dad obviously didn't do anything. How could the West Royal Court lose to dad?"
Songhe pondered for a moment and sighed silently: "This matter must start in the 27th year of Dalong Xuande, when your father Liu Mingzhi was ordered to send me Dajin... ..”
"It can be said that your father's move is a strategy to weaken the people. Although border trade is carried out under the banner of exchanging what is needed, your father has no good intentions from the beginning."
"He has a plan to make the people of the Jin Kingdom and the Turks all subject to the border trade at Dalong. He wants to restrict the Jin Kingdom and the Turks to the border trade."
"In Dalong's Confucian way, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality!"
"Fortunately for your mother, His Majesty the Emperor discovered the clues early and stopped the losses in time. Otherwise, the people of the 12th and 12th cities of Jin Kingdom would be trapped in the dream weaved by Dalong."
"A Dajin who can only rely on the enemy's country to survive is like fish on a sticky plate to Dalong, ready to be slaughtered by others."
"Your father is a rare national genius, but it is a pity that he cannot be used by me, Dajin."
"Old Master Longdo couldn't get His Majesty to keep him even if he tried to force him to death. Instead, he lost... Forget it!"
"Your Highness, you may have the same talent and knowledge as your father Liu Mingzhi, but your vision is far inferior to his."
"Your father was not well-known when he was in Dalong Jinling. He could even be said to be a notorious person."
"It's just that everyone misjudged him."
"I have been dormant for nineteen years, just to become famous."
The little cutie was silent for a while and looked at Songhe quietly.
"In "Han Feizi. Yu Lao", there is a bird in Nanshan. It has lost its wings for three years, has not flown, does not sing, and is silent. Why is it called this?"
"The king said: After three years without wings, he will grow wings. If he does not fly or sing, he will observe the people. Although he has no wings, he will fly to the sky; although he does not sing, his song will be amazing."
Songhe nodded heavily: "Her Royal Highness is really well versed in hundreds of classics. Your father Liu Mingzhi is just a blockbuster."
"At the age of less than 10 years old, he ranks among the Dukes of the country."
"So, without the emergence of the border trade, the Huyan Royal Court would not have been able to obtain those armors and weapons. In the east-west battle with the Spies Royal Court, the winner would still be a 50-50 decision."
"Does Mr. Songhe respect dad very much?"
"Respect, all outstanding people deserve respect. Except for Dalong and Jinguo, I also admire your father very much. His appearance has achieved a foundation that others have not been able to complete for decades."
"Yueer also respects daddy very much!"
"Your Highness, that's different..."
"Report!"
"Your Highness Princess, at the Gulu River, thirty miles west of Daizhou City, Master Ba Boshu led a hundred thousand ambush troops to fight against the retreating people of the Western King's Court."
The two cute little people who were talking were suddenly interrupted by a scout coming from the city carrying a command flag.
The cute little girl hurriedly lay on top of the city wall with a smile on her face and looked towards the bottom of the city wall.
"Are there many war horses in the Western Turkic Belt?"
"Reporting to Your Highness the Princess, I saw from a distance that there were as many as 70,000 to 80,000 horses. The retreating troops of the Western Turks were like frightened birds and were defeated in one blow."
"Continue investigating!"
"Got the order!"
Horse hooves trampled layers of snow, and the scouts galloped away.
The little cutie clenched her pink fists and looked at Songhe excitedly: "Sir, these 70,000 to 80,000 war horses all belong to us. How much money has Yue'er saved for the national treasury!"
Songhe came back from being stunned and looked at the little cutie in amazement.
When the Queen was listening behind the curtain in June last year, Her Royal Highness the Princess speculated that the defeated army of the Royal Court of Spies was bound to flee far north from the Gulu River, and specifically ordered Ba Bo Shu to send an additional 100,000 troops to Daizhou to wait and see.
What everyone didn’t expect actually happened.
"Your Highness, I know that I was wrong. I am short-sighted and do not know the true abilities of Your Highness."
The little cutie took a deep breath: "Matsuwa-sama, map!"
"Yes, please take a look, Your Highness Princess!"
Song He hurriedly took out the map and bent down to place it in front of the little cutie.
The little cutie looked at the map for a moment, then pointed to a place on the map and clicked: "Muli River, the Great Khan of the Huyan Royal Court and Spismult have a blood feud, and they will definitely not be reconciled to Spismult. If you run away, your pursuers will inevitably be sent.”
"These war horses all belong to Yue'er, we cannot let the Huyan Royal Court give them away."
"The golden eagle sent a message to tell my uncle that Muzhou's soldiers and horses can leave the city. It's up to him to decide what reason he should use to stop the pursuers of the Huyan Royal Court."
"Old minister, obey the order!"
"etc!"
"Any other instructions, Your Highness the Princess?"
"Send orders to Mr. Babos to capture Spiesmult alive. If not alive, the whole body must be preserved."
"The Huyan Royal Court can't wait to get this guy. How much benefit you can get from him depends on you old men!"
"Old minister, obey the order!"
After Song He left, Little Cutie subconsciously looked at Hui'er and found that Hui'er had disappeared without knowing it.
Shaking her head helplessly, the little cutie smiled and held up the telescope and continued to look outside the city.
"Dad, Yue'er must be as powerful as you."
On top of the city tower, Hui'er stood respectfully next to the empress wearing a plain white brocade jacket, silently looking at the little cutie on the city wall who was smiling and looking outside the city.
"Your Majesty, can Her Royal Highness be considered a blockbuster? After the battle at Gulu River, Her Royal Highness's name will definitely be famous all over the world. Who can say clearly whether the person who truly destroyed the Western Turks is the Huyan Royal Court or Her Royal Highness the Princess!"
The smile that rose on the Queen's lips disappeared in a flash, and she stared deeply at the cute little girl on the city wall who refused to let go, then turned and walked towards the bottom of the city tower.
"I only believe that a tiger's father has no dogs' sons, but that's still far from the truth!"
"Go back to the palace!"
Hui'er looked at the empress who was obviously happy but pretending not to mean what she meant, and shook her shoulders helplessly.
"According to the order!"
