"Brother Yi Song, how should we advance?" Liao Heng asked. Song Che raised his hand, gave Nanjing a slight glance, and said: "Assemble the Northern Expeditionary Army, set off from Nanjing, and attack Bianliang directly. Then order Wuwei and Lu'an to attack Yingchang. Xuzhou is a military fortress, which serves as logistical support. The most critical point is that we should not move our troops. , ordered the two naval divisions of Zhejiang, Huainan, and Jingdong to leave the Bohai Bay from Penglai, Dengzhou, and directly attack the Dijon mainland; our Daliang naval division is fully equipped and has muskets and artillery, and the Dijon naval battle has always been weak. They will definitely not be able to stop our fleet; when our fleet lands in Dijon itself, the threatened Dijon will definitely dispatch troops stationed in Hebei to rush back to support, which will reduce the pressure on our army in the Central Plains."
"What a great plan to contain the north and attack the Central Plains!" Liao Heng clapped his hands and praised, but then said: "According to what the Korean abbot said, even if we capture Bianliang, it will cost a lot of energy. Luoyang, Yingchang in the west, and Yingchang in the north Beijing and Taiyuan are both occupied by Dijon. If our army enters Bianliang and they take advantage of the situation to counterattack, what will happen?" Song Che shook his head,
"This Northern Expedition will not be decided by one battle. There are many changes. We can only deal with it in real time and cannot prepare for a rainy day. However," he paused and said confidently: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I have prepared for this. During the Northern Expedition, we have prepared a trump card to recapture Bianliang at a very small cost. Although Bianliang is undefeable, it is located in the center of the Central Plains and has water transportation in all directions. If you pay some price to capture it, the benefits will definitely outweigh the disadvantages; as for the Supreme Emperor and his old subordinates, Minister, even if Dijon is defeated, he will never let them go. He will either kidnap them and use them as bargaining chips for future negotiations; or he will kill them and finish them off; or, the battle is so fierce that it is reasonable for the emperor to die in the war. ," At this point, he smiled and patted Liao Heng on the shoulder: "Your Majesty was ordered to lead the army and the people to protect the home and the country in danger, but Zhao Sui is just a subjugated king. Even if he is welcomed back, he will not win the support of the people. , let alone take away your throne." Liao Hengxing sighed:
"With Brother Song's help, everything will be fine!"... It was the eighth day of the tenth lunar month in the early Tianyuan year. Liao Heng adopted Song Che's strategy, appointed Jiang Yuntian as the general of the Northern Expedition, and led an army of 200,000 to Nanjing.
On October 15th, the grain and grass baggage arrived first via water transport. On October 21st, the army entered Nanjing.
At the end of the same month, the two Zhejiang naval divisions arrived at the Penglai military port. In early November, it snowed heavily. According to the strategy, Daliang's 150,000 naval troops and more than 4,000 warships attacked Dijon from the Bohai Bay. The Northern Expedition army left Nanjing and headed west to attack Ningling City, the first city occupied by Dijon.
From Nanjing to Tokyo, Dijon has three lines of defense. The first is Ningling, the second is Suixian, and the third is Chenliu.
There is only fifty miles from Nanjing to Ningling. The moment the Northern Expeditionary Army attacks, Dijon must be ready for defense.
"Boss, have a cup of hot tea and warm your hands." Nangong Yue warmly handed over a sheepskin bag. Luo Chao can't open, Nangong Yue can't
"Unemployed", now she leads a group of female swordsmen as Song Che's personal bodyguards. The sheepskin bag contains hot tea, which not only quenches thirst and wards off the cold, but also serves as a hot water bottle.
Song Che took the sheepskin bag and took a sip into his mouth. After tasting it for a moment, he smiled and said, "Why does this hot tea taste like milk tea?" Nangong Yue was confused: "It's obviously hot tea brewed in Longjing. ah."
"If you carry it in your arms again, it will be milk tea." Song Che smiled and threw the sheepskin bag back.
Nangong Yue thought for a moment before she understood the meaning. Her cheeks turned slightly red, and she wrapped the sheepskin bag tightly against her chest again and muttered: "It's warmer this way..." The weather was really too cold.
The snow seems to fall forever, and as soon as it falls on people's skin, it feels chilling. The black armor was dyed white, almost blending in with the snowfield.
"Beauty Nangong, there should be a good poem here to match the scene. What do you think?" Song Che looked at Nangong Yue.
Nangong Yue thought for a while, sighed softly, and condensed into mist,
"Where are the beauties? They have long since lost their talent and can no longer write poems..." Song Che raised his eyebrows.
"Is it related to age and weight?" Nangong Yue rolled her eyes.
"Then listen to me singing," Song Che cleared his throat and sang loudly in the wind and snow: "Everything in the world is snowing one after another. Look up and roar to the sky, your ambition is fierce! Eight thousand miles of clouds and moon, thousands of miles of frost Wind and snow. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad! Jianxing is shameful, it has not yet snowed, and the ministers regret it, when will it be destroyed? Let the horses break the formation and charge! Swing the long knife, kill the enemy in the formation! Ambition caters to Hulu Meat, laughing and talking, thirsty and drinking the blood of slaves. Let’s start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"
"Good! What a poem, what a poem!"
"Although I don't understand it very well, it's so inspiring!" Aspiring soldiers responded one after another and sang the song at the end!
Singing in anger, striding towards the enemy, with hot blood disdaining the cold, and burning the ice and snow with rage!
"Report!" The scout rode up to report: "General, strategist, Dijon's army has left Ningling. There are about 100,000 people, and they are heading towards us. The distance is less than twenty miles!" Dijon was very angry with his cavalry. With confidence, it is expected to use offense instead of defense.
In this snow-covered plain, there is no strategy, just swords and courage.
"Brother Jiang, you lead the horse and infantry, crossbows, and musketeers two miles further, and line up to fight; the artillery unit is divided into two, move one mile to the left and right, set up the fort, prepare ammunition, and listen to my orders before firing. "
"Understood!" Then, the army mobilized, with the large troops in front and artillery positions accompanying them, forming a triangular formation, waiting for the arrival of the Dijon army.
Song Che retreated to the rear, picked a higher mound, and used binoculars to observe the enemy's movements at all times.
"Ha..." He breathed into the palm of his hand. It was still relatively warm during the march, but now he was standing still, and his hands and feet were almost numb in less than a moment.
"Jingxiang, please bring a few carts of strong liquor to the front line to warm up the soldiers and strengthen their courage. But remember, each person must not drink more than three sips to avoid getting drunk."
"Yes!" Half an hour later. The cold wind blew snow and fog, and the earth made a muffled sound. Thousands of horses moved together, and the horizon was filled with darkness.
Here they come.
"The whole army forms an array!"
"Artillery preparations!" The soldiers shook off the snow on their bodies and stood ready!
"Boss, do you...do you want to drink milk tea? It's still...still warm." Nangong Yue took out the sheepskin bag from her arms and handed it to Song Che tremblingly.
Song Che did not take the sheepskin bag, but grabbed her hand.
"Your hands are cold, are you scared?" Nangong Yue nodded,
"Everyone is very scared..." The female swordsmen looked at the approaching Dijon army, with varying degrees of fear in their eyes.
"Defending your home and country, what are you afraid of?" Song Che raised his musket and fired it into the sky.
"Snapped!"
"The military advisor has issued an order!"
"fire!"
"Boom, boom, boom..." Their war began.
