After A Yongcheng finished speaking, he felt a little uneasy.
He also had his own ideas, but his performance was too outstanding.
"We are not fighting for the Great Ghost Lord, so why send so many troops? Five hundred is enough." A Qingzhong still had the same cold attitude.
As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier stumbled in.
He didn't care much and knelt down on one leg, not daring to raise his head.
The three ghost masters were a little unhappy. They didn't expect anyone to disturb him at this time and stared at him coldly.
After all, he is his own soldier, so there must be something important.
"What's going on?" A Yongcheng asked in as gentle a tone as possible.
Hearing that his master did not blame him, the soldier breathed a sigh of relief.
The soldier looked at the ground and bowed his hands and said, "I'm telling the ghost master that Ajido and Ashibe will send five hundred troops."
"Bang bang." The teacup in Ah Qingzhong's hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
He didn't feel it at all when the boiling water touched his feet.
A Guangshi couldn't believe his ears. It felt like a thunderbolt hit his head, and it felt like someone had poured cold water on him from head to toe, making his whole body numb.
A Yongcheng smiled bitterly, put down the tea cup in his hand, shook his head, and sighed heavily: "A Shibei, these two little ghost masters, have invested all the wealth of their tribe into it, leaving no way out."
"How many soldiers and horses do Ashibei and Ajido have, and how many people are there in the tribe?" A Guangshi came back to his senses and looked at A Yongcheng with burning eyes.
A Yongcheng waved to his staff Yun Zhongcheng: "Zi Shi, how many troops and people do these two little ghost masters have?"
"This tribe has only a hundred standing troops and a total population of about two thousand." Yun Zhongcheng put down his tea cup and hurriedly answered with a bow.
A Guangshi took a breath when he heard this: "With a population of two thousand, we can squeeze out five hundred soldiers and horses. Almost no men between fifteen and fifty are left."
"If we lose this battle, only the old and young women will be left in the tribe. It can be said that their tribe is almost destroyed." A Qingzhong took a few steps back, unable to sit on the chair.
A Yongcheng pondered for a while, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "If the two of them succeed, they will most likely become the ghost masters."
"Why do these little ghost masters do this? They spend more than a hundred dollars, which not only leaves a way out for the tribe, but also gives other ghost masters a way out." Aqing Zhongtie's face was livid, and he felt that his heart almost sank into the water. .
A Guangshi almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his old face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
He couldn't help but scolded: "Son of a turtle, what they are doing simply doesn't give the evil masters like me a way to survive."
"The three of us will only send 600 troops, which is 100 more than them. We should be worthy of the royal family." A Qingzhong licked his dry lips and swallowed hard.
A Yongcheng looked at A Qingzhong with contempt, and said with a teasing smile: "You can do this, but will other ghost masters whose strength is between us and the little ghost master do this?"
"This, this." A Qingzhong said with a bitter smile, "They probably have similar ideas to us."
"Wrong, wrong." A Yongcheng shook his head and rolled his eyes a few times and said, "They will most likely send a thousand troops."
Ah Qingzhong was unable to sit on the chair, and his hands were still supporting his forehead.
Hearing this, he suddenly stood up: "Why do they do this?"
"Why do you do this?" Ayongcheng looked at him contemptuously, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Of course they are afraid of being caught up by Ashibei and the others."
"Is this really possible?" A Qingzhong's eyes almost fell out of their sockets and he couldn't help but ask.
Aguang Shi touched his chin, nodded, and said with a wry smile: "It is indeed possible."
"Then how many troops do we plan to send?" A Yongcheng looked at the expressions of the two people, shook his head, and sighed.
Ah Qingzhong thought for a moment and stretched out a finger: "I will send a thousand troops."
"One thousand, you can imagine it," A Yongcheng glanced jokingly, "The ghost master who is younger than us will pay at least one thousand."
"Then let's send 1,500 troops." A Guangshi patted the table, "My troops and horses only bring 500 troops now, and I have to send people to the tribe to summon them."
"Fifteen hundred soldiers and horses, isn't that too much?" Ah Qingzhong covered his teacup and kept smiling bitterly, "Aren't you afraid of bringing your boss in with you?"
Ayongcheng's lips curved into a sarcastic smile: "I passed by the tribe this time and immediately ordered to gather two thousand soldiers and horses no matter what."
"A Yongcheng, you have to do your best, your tribe is close to Dali." A sarcastic smile appeared on A Qingzhong's face, and he couldn't help but said, "Dali is finished, your tribe will be finished with it."
"Saving Dali is also saving yourself. Of course, he has to do his best." A Guangshi had a smile on his face.
A Yongcheng laughed loudly and patted his chest: "Don't worry, I will try my best to kill Hu, but if I fall, it will be yours behind me."
Inside the palace.
Zhao Ping came out of the post pavilion and hurried to the palace.
He bowed his hands to Yinggu and said in a somewhat anxious tone: "Father-in-law, Dali is asking for help. The Hu people have arrived in Jiuhe (today's Lijiang)."
"How far is Jiuqian from Dali?" Yingjuji changed his mind and asked immediately.
At this time, the guard chief Yong Yan immediately opened the curtain and revealed the map.
Yong Ju blushed, this map was given to him by Zhao Ping, but they did not have such exquisite maps from Qi State.
This map is one foot long and five feet wide. It is a map including the Qi Kingdom and the Dali Kingdom.
Naturally, the map Zhao Ping gave to Qi State was not an exquisite map, and its accuracy was less than 10% of what he used.
However, it has been regarded as a national treasure by Yong Ju and handed over to the captain of the guard, Yong Yan, to take charge of it personally.
Zhao Ping held a wooden stick, pointed at Dali and Jiuhe, and sighed heavily: "Father-in-law, it's about five hundred miles away."
"How many days does it take for the cavalry to arrive after a journey of five hundred miles?" Yengju asked as he looked at the map.
Ying Yan bowed his hands and said, "I'll tell you, Your Highness, it will take about ten days."
"How far are we from Dali?" Yongju's expression changed and he looked at Zhao Ping and asked.
Zhao Ping shook his head and looked at Yin Yan: "This General Yin is probably more familiar to me than I am."
Zhao Ping thought it would be better to say less. After all, this was a secret from Qi State.
"Well," Ying Yan had to answer, "it's about fifteen hundred miles."
"It seems that the cavalry will take about a month." When Yenggu heard this, he trembled and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, "Will the Dali Congress destroy the country?"
"The Dali Kingdom looks like a country, but in fact it is worse than the Ziqi Kingdom." Na Ming was worried, his thick eyebrows were tightly knitted together, "It would be better to only have the Duan family or the Gao family, but there are two."
Na Nuan sighed heavily: "It doesn't matter if the two families unite as one. If the two families want to use barbarians to get rid of each other, then Dali will really be destroyed."
"The strength of the Dali Kingdom is not even as strong as the Ziqi Kingdom. If the two families fight within themselves, they will perish faster." A sarcastic smile appeared on Na Wen's face. "Dali Kingdom could not defeat the Ziqi Kingdom even when it was in its heyday."
"Prince-in-law, see if the Dali Congress will..." Ying Ju didn't dare to continue, his hands still trembling.
A smile appeared on Zhao Ping's lips: "Father-in-law, Dali is still relatively united at present, and the Gao family is going out with all its strength. Gaotong led more than 10,000 troops to defend Lijiang."
"Prince-in-law, where did you get this information?" Ying Ju looked at Zhao Ping doubtfully and worriedly.
Dali knew it so clearly, and if Zi Qi knew it so clearly, what other secrets could Zi Qi have?
Zhao Ping's information came from the hands of Zhonghua, the master craftsman, and of course he would not tell him the truth.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Father-in-law, Zhaojiazhuang's business is all over the world. These are what those businessmen told my son-in-law."
"The prince-in-law's business is all over the world, no wonder he is so well-informed." Yingju smiled and looked at Zhao Ping with glaring eyes, "How many soldiers and horses do the Hu people have?"
"The Hu people claim to be 200,000, but in fact there are at least more than 100,000." Zhao Ping replied calmly.
When Yeng Ju heard this, he felt as tense as a stone for a moment, and his heart sank as if it was filled with cold lead.
He licked his dry lips, swallowed hard and said: "The Hu people have more than 100,000 soldiers and horses, and Gaotong only has 10,000 soldiers and horses. The difference is ten times. How long can Gaotong hold on?"
