Morning.
In the palace of the imperial concubine Wei Ru. Wu Nian opened his eyes and reached out to touch, but the person beside him was no longer there. He called the eunuch in. Knowing that he was awake, Wei Ru came in and helped him wash up with the palace maid.
After getting dressed, Wu Nian went to the next room to have breakfast. By the way, I teased my youngest son Wu Yong.
This kid has been born for many years, but he has never seen his father. Between father and son, from the initial stranger to the current familiarity.
He loved sitting in Wu Nian's arms.
But according to the rules, when he grows up a few years, he will leave the harem and go to the front palace to live with his brothers.
"Summon the cabinet ministers, the six ministers, Chen Jiagui, the generals in the capital, and ten thousand households to the Yin'an Palace."
Wu Nian put down Wu Yong, turned to the eunuch who was standing aside, holding a whisk in his hand to serve.
"Yes." The eunuch responded and immediately turned around and went down.
There was a flash of light in Wei Ru's eyes, he reached out and hugged his son, and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, are you going to send troops to Meng Yuan?"
"Yes. Are your hands itchy?" Wu Nian laughed, reached out and touched Wei Ru's little hand and said.
"It feels a bit bloody." Wei Ru nodded slightly, then reached out and pinched his son's cheek, and said: "I entrusted everything to Polu, he will kill them all for me, the Wei family, and the king. From the Mongolian people."
As she spoke, a look of happiness appeared on her tender face, and she tilted her head and leaned on Wu Nian's shoulder.
Wu Nian reached out to his son and hugged her.
After a long time. Wu Niancai left Wei Ru's palace, got on a sedan chair, and headed to Yin'an Palace surrounded by imperial guards, maids, and eunuchs.
Yin'an Hall.
It is just a side hall, not as spacious as the main hall. There is no room for hundreds of officials in the imperial court to stand. But there is nothing better than holding a small meeting here.
When Wu Nian arrived at Yin'an Hall and completed the etiquette between monarch and minister.
Two Ouchi guards came in carrying a screen with a huge map hanging on it. Wu Nian sat on the throne, looked around at the civil and military ministers, and said in a loud voice: "This is the topographic map of Meng Yuan."
"How should we capture it? If you have any ideas, please don't worry, just tell us."
The imperial strategy is very clear.
Send troops after autumn.
The court's preparations are also in full swing. Logistically, there were no problems.
The imperial court's field troops and horses are also strong. The newly joined members of Kyogoku Dosan and Kumamoto Neji's ten thousand households practiced very diligently and gradually adapted to the soil and water of Liaodong.
It can be said.
Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.
The civil and military officials in the imperial court are gearing up, but when it comes to how to fight, they have a headache. The civil and military personnel looked at the terrain map and frowned.
The Mongols had 250,000 soldiers and horses, and the Slavs had 20,000 cavalry. Three hundred thousand people were gathered in a small place.
The troops were deployed very densely.
In addition, the Mongolian people repaired the city walls and accumulated military supplies.
This is another turtle-like defensive formation.
"From the current point of view, we can only take a look at their city first. Then we can formulate strategies based on changes in the battlefield situation."
Wang Gui straightened his chest and protruded his belly, walked out from among the generals, came to the big map, stretched out his hand and drew a line going straight to the north, and said: "Attack from now on. Take Suoha City, Beta City, and Ninggu City directly."
"Tactically. Your strategy is correct. But strategically, it's bullshit."
"You have to know. We are facing not only the Mongolian people, but also the Slavs. Should we send a partial army to attack Di City to prevent Slavic reinforcements and continuously support the Mongolian Yuan people?"
"Moreover, over at Sushun, what should Zhang Zhen's three thousand soldiers do? Should they attack? Or should they just defend and contain some of the Meng Yuan forces?"
Feng Chong stood up and belittled Wang Gui first. Then, he raised his head and looked at Wu Nian with a arrogant look on his face, and said, "Your Majesty, please send two people to be my lieutenants. I am willing to lead the troops directly to Di City."
Wang Gui's face was dark and he glared at Feng Chong, wanting to retort. But when he thought that this was the Yin'an Palace, in front of the King of Han Dynasty, he held back, sneered, and returned to the queue.
They are all veterans who have come out of mountains of swords and seas of blood, and their fighting skills are not bad.
The generals had no other words to say and stood still in the queue. The civil servants were even more silent.
Wu Nian lowered his head and looked at the terrain map ahead, looking thoughtful.
Dicheng. Located in the west of Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, it is an important city bordering the Slavs and guarding the main road. Occupying Di City can effectively delay the Slavic reinforcements to the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
but. Decheng also has a problem. Now the Slavs and Mongolians look like they are wearing a pair of trousers.
But inside.
The Mongols were on guard against the Slavs and only sent in 20,000 Slav cavalry. Meng Yuan would not call for more reinforcements unless it was absolutely necessary.
If Slavic doves occupy the magpie's nest, they will mainly turn against the guests. Then the Mongolian and Yuan court would have to become a puppet.
and. Decheng is so important. At present, Meng Yuan is heavily defended. Feng Chong led two generals, that is, three soldiers of ten thousand households, and it was difficult to capture Di City.
Sushun aspect. Zhang Zhen's three thousand-household soldiers were extremely elite after years of training, supplies, and all Han army equipment.
But they were small in number and could easily be eaten by Meng Yuan.
If they stay still, they can contain a small number of Mongolian troops.
If they attack, they can contain a large number of Mongolian troops.
how to choose. is a problem.
It is the generals and counselors who come up with ideas. But decision-making is the king’s business.
Only in this matter, no one can help Wu Nian.
After Wu Nian thought for a long time, he finally made a decision. He raised his head and said to the civil and military officials: "The Ministry of War will immediately send someone to notify Zhang Zhen."
"Ask him to pay attention to the movements of the Han army. As long as the Northern Expedition is launched, he will cooperate with the dispatch of troops from Sushun. The battlefield is changing rapidly, and it is up to him to decide how to fight."
"I personally led the main force and went straight to the north. Attack Soha City, Beta City, and Ninggu City."
"Decisive battle with Meng Yuan."
Seeing that his plan was not adopted, Feng Chong couldn't help but curled his lips and muttered a few words. The civil and military officials uniformly bowed to Wu Nianyi and saluted, "Yes."
The Han Dynasty had already formulated a strategy.
Military supplies are piled up like mountains, and it will not be a problem for three to five years.
Now the tactics have been formulated.
Everything is ready except for the autumn queen.
Time flies. The weather is getting cooler, and the crops on the fields have turned golden.
Most farmers in the Han Dynasty had joyful smiles on their faces.
The life was passed happily.
This year's Han Dynasty has another bumper harvest with good weather.
The day when every household's granary is filled with grain is already approaching.
At the same time, the imperial court was also full of blood, and everyone was gearing up.
Northern Expedition.
Attack and destroy Meng Yuan.
This brings an end to the hatred between Han and Mongolian Yuan.
