Luo Shichang was a little disappointed and finally said nothing.
The Tatar army was at least one hundred thousand strong. Sending 10,000 soldiers for reinforcements seems to be a drop in the bucket.
Since Zhao Hong has already decided, no matter how hard he tries, it may not have any effect. Thinking about it, Zhao Hong would not just send these 10,000 troops, there must be backup.
All the ministers in the hall looked at each other in silence.
If we were to simply defend the city, we would still be somewhat confident with ten thousand Song troops. After all, Song Jun's firearms are not vegetarian.
But if we were to fight against the 100,000-strong Tatar army, or fight outside the country, we would be somewhat overestimating our capabilities.
Cui Yu secretly shook his head. It seems that the emperor has made up his mind, and no matter how much he tries to persuade him, it may not help.
Zhao Hong glanced at Luo Shichang, feeling proud and turned to Yu Jie.
"General Yu, tell everyone in the hall, can you defend Lingzhou City with ten thousand soldiers of the Song Army?"
"Your Majesty, the Tatar army will occupy Lingzhou City unless tens of thousands of people are killed or injured, and unless they step over the corpses of the ministers!"
Yu Jie was impassioned, and Zhao Hong nodded slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Isn't this Yu Jie usually very talkative? Why isn't he bragging seriously today?
This guy obviously misunderstood and thought he was just asking him to show his loyalty.
"Ms. Luo, please be patient. When the time comes next year, I will lead an army of tens of thousands there. Yu Jie and the others are just the front troops. They are not fighting alone. I am the back-up."
"this……"
Luo Shichang and Li Weiming looked at each other and both let out a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, Emperor Song would personally lead his troops to rescue him.
"Your Majesty, can we send troops earlier?"
Luo Shichang smiled. Zhao Hong personally led the troops to rescue, which was naturally the best thing.
"Ms. Luo, it can't be early, but it should be later. It's best to wait until the hot summer."
Zhao Hong shook his head decisively and denied Luo Shichang's plea.
"Your Majesty, why is this?"
Luo Shichang asked curiously again.
The Tatar army is attacking cities and territories in Xixia, so the sooner they send troops, the better. One day later, more people will die.
"Why is this? Although the Tatar army is brave and good at fighting, the Xia people are sad and can be used. This war will take at least a year and a half, not a few months. As for sending the troops in summer, I General, please answer this question from Mr. Luo."
Zhao Hong laughed and kicked the ball to Yu Jie.
"Xiangong Luo, the Tatar army likes the cold and hates the heat, especially in the hot season. The war horses cannot stand the extremely hot weather, and their combat effectiveness is greatly reduced. From Xiaoguan out of the fortress, it is only 400 miles to Lingzhou. There are many valleys, and they can stay in day and night. It takes a few days to get there, with minimal risk and the lowest possibility of encountering a Tatar army.”
Yu Jie looked at Luo Shichang and continued:
"Besides, Daxia is already short of food. If the reinforcements arrive early and stay in the city, they will consume more food and grass, which is not beneficial to the current situation. Therefore, sending troops when the summer is hottest can be foolproof."
These simple questions cannot be more clearly stated in "Tatar Policy", but they are really not worth mentioning.
"So that's it! I'm stupid!"
Luo Shichang suddenly realized this and his old face turned red.
It seemed that he was too confused when it came to entering Xixia to rescue, but Zhao Hong had obviously given careful consideration.
"Tatar Strategy", Zhao Hongneng wrote this book, so he naturally knew the advantages and disadvantages of the Mongolian army better than himself.
"Your Majesty, having said that, we still need to be cautious. If we join forces together, there will be endless troubles!"
Gao Dingzi had a dark face again and couldn't wait to speak out.
"Gao Dingzi, I have made up my mind to rescue Daxia, so there is no need to say more. Otherwise, I would not have gone all the way to the border fortress at the entrance of Shu. Do you think that I am really full and have nothing to do?"
Zhao Hong was a little impatient and his face darkened.
Sending troops to reinforce Xixia was just a precautionary measure. Do you still need him to explain it to the courtiers below over and over again?
"Your Majesty, I know that I am guilty. But I have taken great pains. Your Majesty, please think twice!"
Gao Dingzi blushed and bowed solemnly, still a little unyielding.
Zhao Hong nodded secretly and spoke softly.
"No one can hurt a tiger, but a tiger can kill people. I am in charge of the Song Dynasty and I am responsible for the people of the world. I will never act arbitrarily, let alone use weapons rashly. Wait until next summer, and you will naturally understand my painstaking efforts. .”
If it weren't for the purpose of breaking the xenophobic situation among Sichuan's scholar-officials, this Gao Dingzi who dared to speak out could really do more things in Sichuan.
It seems that it is a good move to raise the stakes and implement the New Deal on the two Zhejiang West Roads and at the feet of the emperor.
"Your Majesty is far-sighted and strategizing. I have nothing to say."
Gao Dingzi had no choice but to accept it.
The emperor's sincere words may be foresight. Moreover, it seems that the emperor can only wait and see if he accepts the advice.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's not enough to hold the Xia army in check. When will your Majesty personally lead the army to Xia for reinforcements?"
While Zhao Hong was deep in thought, Xixia Princess Li Weiming couldn't help but ask again.
"Princess, you are impatient."
Zhao Hong looked at her and smiled slightly.
Before the former army left for Xixia, Li Weiming had already asked about what happened a year later.
Li Weiming's face turned red again inexplicably.
"I have already said that this war will last for a year and a half. I still need about a year to train the new army, prepare ammunition, and provide food and supplies. Without 50,000 or 60,000 soldiers, how will I rescue Daxia then? How to contend with the Tatar army?”
Zhao Hong looked at the blushing and shy Li Weiming and spoke slowly.
"The battle is about logistics, and the battle is about money and food. But the premise is that the soldiers work hard and work together, otherwise the war will begin and they will flee or collapse. Even if there are thousands of troops, they are not a pile of waste."
Zhao Hong turned his eyes to the ministers below and spoke sincerely.
"My dear friends, I founded the Jinling Martial Arts Lecture Hall at the beginning of last year, and only organized and trained a new army in Sichuan at the end of the year. The Song Dynasty's frontier army is weak, so I need time to train the army, and I also need time to prepare at least enough food, grass and baggage for a hundred thousand troops for a year. If time is exchanged for space, there is nothing I can do.”
Li Weiming nodded confusedly.
This Emperor Song always said some words that she didn't understand, but she felt that he was taking it for granted and was not pretending to be mysterious.
Now it seems that the land of Hexi in Daxia cannot be saved.
All the courtiers in the hall nodded in agreement. The emperor was indeed a man of literary and military tactics. "War is fought with logistics." Why couldn't they come up with such concise and concise words of wisdom?
"Ms. Luo, what do the Jin people say? Is there going to be no problem if we take the road to the north?"
To "borrow" the Jin people's territory, you need the Jin people's consent. I don’t know if Luo Shichang has reached an agreement with Jin Ren?
I don’t know, has the long-legged Wan Yanchun arrived in the northwest?
"Your Majesty, don't worry. When I entered Jinjing from the border, the commander of Xinhui Prefecture, Guo Xiancao, personally led his troops to greet you. However, I haven't seen Princess Wen yet. She will surely come later."
Luo Shichang's words made Zhao Hong nodded, feeling disappointed.
What is this Wan Yanchun doing? Is she avoiding herself?
That crazy evening!
"Your Majesty, can you send more troops and horses? The more the better."
Luo Shichang smiled apologetically and wanted to make one last effort.
Ten thousand soldiers always felt that it was still too few.
"Ms. Luo, all the firearms in our army combined are only enough for 10,000 soldiers. Going too many will waste food and grass, but it will be useless."
Zhao Hong looked at Luo Shichang, who was full of disappointment, and rolled his eyes.
"Xiangong Luo, I am good at divination and can predict the past and present. Later I will tell you some prophecies and spells, and you will know that ten thousand soldiers are enough!"
Zhao Hong is mysterious, while Luo Shichang is confused.
This Song Emperor, does he really have the ability to predict the future?
All the ministers below were doubtful. The emperor's erudition was true, and everyone in the world knew it. Could it be said that the emperor can still do this?
Gao Dingzi was confused and confused.
The emperor was so stubborn in sending troops to reinforce Xixia, maybe it was God's will that could not be violated?
"Your Majesty, I thought we would send troops for reinforcements..."
"Ms. Cui, if you have anything to say, let's come down and talk about it."
Seeing that Cui Yu still wanted to speak, Zhao Hong had a headache and immediately changed the topic.
"Password, a banquet will be prepared in the camp tonight to entertain our distinguished guests from Daxia, as well as the beautiful Princess Anguo!"
Zhao Hong was smiling all over his face, which made Li Weiming's little heart beat wildly.
This Emperor Song had blazing eyes and always spoke so directly, which made her feel flustered and wanted to escape but couldn't bear to leave.
