Chapter 51

"Time? Wei Qing tell the widow quickly!"

A flash of understanding flashed in Li Chengqian's mind, and he asked anxiously.

"August 19, 628 in Huatian's new calendar."

Wei Zhongxian responded quickly.

"Today is February 19, 628 in Huatian's new calendar, which means there are still about six months to prepare."

Li Chengqian Nannan said to himself.

"Your Majesty, do you think this is the time?"

"Yes! If the widow's guess is correct, this time must be the specific time when the ruins were opened!"

Li Chengqian looked excited, until now he seemed to be able to grasp the mysterious thread in the dark.

Li Chengqian's fingers tapped the dragon chair restlessly, his heart felt a little restless, a little hesitant, a little anticipation...

Six months, whether it is long or short, Li Chengqian can't be sure, let alone whether Datang at that time is capable of facing all kinds of powerful enemies, but he always firmly believes that victory will eventually belong to Datang !

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Moyun City, Mohist Hall.

The virtuous king took the first place, followed by Mo Xianhua, Wang Duanshui and others.

"Everyone, this king has received information, and Li Chengqian has sent troops to attack us. What do you think?"

King Xian waved his hand, looked relaxed, straight to the point, and asked loudly.

"Don't worry, the virtuous king. You will call me Zhou Qing. I don't know where he came from. How powerful can he be?"

Wang Duanshui looked disdainful, completely treating Zhou Qing like garbage.

"Brother Wang, don't be careless. Although Zhou Qing was unknown before, he must not be underestimated. You must know that Han Shizhong, Li Mu, Zhang Liao, and Qin Huaiyu were not unknown?

But now these four people are all generals guarding one side, and their strength and means are all unpredictable. "

Mo Xianhua was still cautious as always, and analyzed in a deep voice.

"The leader of the Mo family is right. Maybe Zhou Qing is another general. We need to be careful."

The head of the Huang family immediately agreed.

"Furthermore, there is another high-ranking man in the Qing Army of Zhou, named Li Ru, who was the first civil servant to help Li Chengqian. It is rumored that this man is scheming and vicious, and he should not be underestimated."

Mo Xianhua paused, and continued.

"That's right. I've heard of Li Ru. This person is the commander of Jinyiwei who Li Chengqian just appointed. Not long ago, he stirred up quite a storm. Together with that so-called grandson Wuji, he wiped out many What about the family?"

The more Wang Duanshui spoke, the more emotional he became, his face was full of gloating, and his heart was even more rejoicing that he was lucky to have the protection of a virtuous king, otherwise he would have ended up miserable and his family would be full of misfortunes.

"That's right, apart from everyone here, there are not many aristocratic families in the Tang Dynasty."

The head of the family below also had a look of fear.

"That's right, if it wasn't for King Xian, I'm afraid I would have waited..."

...For a moment, the whole room was full of praise for the virtuous king.

"Everyone is getting too far, let's get back to the topic, how should we deal with Zhou Qing's army attacking this time?"

Seeing that everyone was thinking of him, King Xian, and the effect he needed had been achieved, King Xian changed the topic with a smile.

"We and other families have gathered millions of soldiers for the virtuous king. In my opinion, Zhou Qing is not very capable, and the soldiers he leads are just a gang of mobs. We don't need to discuss any troublesome countermeasures, and we directly lead our troops to crush him. Then Zhou Qing is."

The Patriarch of the Huang family spoke directly without thinking about it, and uttered a lot of big words.

To be honest, their millions of soldiers are actually mobs. After all, among these millions of soldiers, there are only more than 300,000 defenders, who are barely considered regular troops.

The rest of the so-called soldiers are strong men recruited by these aristocratic families, and they don't even have the most basic military literacy.

"Patriarch Huang's words are absurd. After all, we are not good at military formations, and there are many deficiencies in fighting on the battlefield. I thought that I might as well stick to Moyun City. Waiting for the Tang Dynasty to come together is the way for us to turn around. Time!"

After all, Wang Duanshui was old and lacked ambition. His words were a little more conservative and less aggressive. He didn't even realize it, subconsciously he didn't think this battle could be won.

"No, no, I don't think what you two said is right."

After listening to the thoughts of the two, Mo Xianhua shook his head again and again, shouting that something was wrong.

"Oh? Then I want to hear what you think, Xianhua."

To be honest, King Xian also felt that the methods of the head of the Huang family and Wang Duanshui were unreliable.

Relatively speaking, the virtuous king trusted Mo Xianhua more, Mo Xianhua was good at stratagem, and the virtuous king relied on him quite a bit.

"First, the millions of soldiers we have gathered are actually temporary gatherings, and our combat power is extremely limited. If we confront Zhou Qing's army head-on, we will lose more than we win;

Second, the city of Moyun is small and difficult to defend. Under the siege of the enemy, we are alone and helpless, and we are short of food and grass. Within a month, we will be destroyed by them. "

What Mo Xianhua said was well-founded, and after a serious analysis, everyone in the audience was convinced.

"Oh, this doesn't work, that doesn't work either, I can't sit still and wait for death, can I?"

The Patriarch of the Huang family is in a hurry. This battle is about his family and life, so he can't help but not be in a hurry.

"Yeah, Xianhua, since that's the case, you should come up with a good idea, right?"

King Xian's expression remained unchanged, as if he had a plan in mind, he took a sip of his tea and asked in a full-fledged manner.

"Look here, everyone!"

Mo Xianhua ordered someone to bring up a map, pointing to a red dot that had already been marked on the map.

"Jinji Ridge? What does Xianhua mean?"

The virtuous king realized something, and asked in a deep voice.

"The sage king, please see, Zhou Qing led an army of 860,000, and came all the way from Shengjing City. On the way, he must pass through Jinji Ridge. If I set up an ambush at Jinji Ridge, what does the sage king think, how will the battle be?"

"But the enemy army is not a fool, why didn't they investigate first?"

King Xian frowned and asked questions.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. I have personally visited Jinji Ridge for a period of time. In Jinji Ridge, there is always fog and fog all year round. As long as our army hides a little and doesn't make any noise, the enemy army will never be able to find it."

"That's not right. If there is fog all year round, our soldiers can't see the enemy's movements clearly. How can we ambush?"

King Xian quickly discovered the problem and immediately pointed out where the joints were.

"It's okay, I have a prescription, as long as I drink it, it can keep my soldiers clear and clear in the mist, but unfortunately, the effect of this prescription can only last for twelve hours."

Mo Xianhua was really exhaustive, and everyone present admired him.

"Haha, don't worry about Xianhua, twelve hours is enough! If so, our army will surely win! Xianhua is really a genius!"

After some questions and answers, the virtuous king was convinced, and he slapped the map heavily. The virtuous king praised Mo Xianhua greatly.

"The virtuous king has too much reputation, and I really dare not be one."

Mo Xianhua's eyes were filled with pride, but his mouth was extremely humble.

"Haha, you don't have to be too modest, Xianhua, I know your talents well."

The virtuous king was delighted, his eyes were full of admiration.