The first batch of honey fruits paid tribute to Huazhou were sent to the military camp outside the Great Wall - a thousand miles away from Baisheng Pass, and the Zheng army in the Northern Expedition had been resting here for three days.

In the Golden Treasure, the Emperor Shi Fangzhen sat upright in the chair. It has been two months since he went to the war with the army. His eyes have become deeper and his face has become sharp and sharper, with a little more solemn and murderous aura. Liu Weiguo's entourage came in outside the tent, holding the emperor's favorite pear fruit in his hand, and gently placed it on the table.

"Didn't I ask you to distribute all the honey fruits to the soldiers?" Shi Fangzhen looked at the prince's letter in her hand, feeling a little unhappy.

Liu Weiguo thought that there were only 200 cans of honey fruit in total, and each of the 180,000 soldiers could get a few drops. He replied with a smile: "The slave has sent some to the major camps, leaving a few cans to moisten your throat. The wind is strong in the north, and your throat always coughs. If the empress knows, you must blame the slave for not taking good care of you."

While talking about Liu Weiguo, he choked up a little. No matter how much he suffered in the past two months, he was too thin. Shi Fang really didn't want to hear Liu Weiguo's thoughts. He picked up the bowl and drank the honey water in one go. He also ate a few pieces of pear meat in the bowl into his mouth and ate it clean.

It was so sweet, Shi Fangzhen sighed in his heart. He was ambitious in this Northern Expedition, and he wanted to share the joys and sorrows with his soldiers, establish merits that were comparable to Emperor Gaozu, and resolve the troubles of the north for thousands of years in one fell swoop. When the army marched north, Shi Fangzhen insisted on not going to ride the imperial carriage and rode a horse to the expedition with the commander of the army, King Keming, who was commanding the army. However, after three days, his legs were grinded by the saddle and could not take any steps, so he had to sit back on the imperial carriage. Looking at the heroic Duke of Shen riding on the horse, Shi Fang really wanted to replace him.

Then there was a meal. Shi Fangzhen insisted on sharing the joys and sorrows with the soldiers and eating the same pot of rice. He thought that he had lived in the deep palace for many years and rarely rode a horse. This was not as good as Duke Shen, but the food in the palace was simple, and Duke Shen was in a state of food. This was definitely not as good as him. When a ball of stuff was brought to him, the rice and the dishes were mixed together, the smell almost made him vomit on the spot. He forced himself to eat a few bites, and he cut his throat with a thick slim look at Duke Shen and others who were eating with him. Everyone ate sweetly. Shi Fangzhen finally realized clearly that it was a good wish for him to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers.

After persisting for a few days, under Liu Weiguo's persuasion, the emperor set up a banquet to reward the generals. The remaining ingredients made the emperor eat a small stove. Shi Fang really realized the situation. He was the emperor who grew up in wealth and could not compare with Emperor Gaozu. Fortunately, these are all small matters. As long as he could pacify the Northern Desert, my achievements would not be inferior to Emperor Gaozu, or even to any emperor for thousands of years.

The Zheng army divided into three groups and went deep into the Beimo. The left side was Miao Tieshan, the Grand Governor of Anbei, and the right side was Qi Xinwen, the former Grand Governor of Annan. The two groups led 50,000 troops and horses, which were more than ten miles apart from the Central Army. They advanced in unifying the process three times a day. The Beimo was an endless grassland. There was no road at all, which was convenient for the army to advance.

The troops went thousands of miles away, but there were only a handful of battles. Most of the Beimo tribes fled before the arrival of the army. Some of the small tribes that were not enough to escape were trapped by the army. Seeing the army everywhere, there was no need to fight. These small tribes with more than a thousand people surrendered directly.

Shi Fangzhen was excited to meet the surrendered tribe leaders

, showing the majesty of the kings of the Celestial Empire, the leaders of the small tribes thought they were both surprised and happy when they arrived in the kingdom of heaven. Shi Fang really liked the dazzling and helpless look of these people, which greatly satisfied his vanity.

After the tribal leaders kowtowed in a mess under the eunuch's shouts, Shi Fangzhen passed the emperor's affinity to the Emperor of the Celestial Dynasty, and granted official positions, land, and gave money, completely confused the surrendered small tribes. It was obvious that they defeated the man's hand, but how could they give so many good things in a blink of an eye, smooth silk, white and bright porcelain, and good tea, which had been seen by merchants in Zheng before, but this thing was more expensive than gold, and it was not affordable for a small tribe, so they could only enjoy their appetite. Now, the price of a sheep is not paid, so they have so many good things in vain. Why don't the tribal leaders be grateful and swear all their loyalty?

The leaders of these tribes are not stupid. There is a saying on the grassland that there are cattle and sheep where there are water and plants. The Zheng people gave enough benefits. The Emperor of Zheng can get money and grain for the Great Khan of Heaven to strengthen the tribe. There is no need to worry about being annexed by the large tribe. Where can I find such good things? As long as the money and grain are given enough, these small tribes that surrendered to the Zheng army voluntarily became the eyes and ears of Zheng army, leading the Zheng army to move towards the royal court.

As the Zheng army penetrated into the grassland, the Zheng army and the large tribes of the Northern Desert finally had several decent battles. The grassland tribes came and went like the wind, and the Zheng army was as solid as rocks. The two armies were like waves rolling reefs. Either the waves were broken by the reefs or the reefs were flooded by the waves. This Northern Expedition of Zheng State had been preparing for a long time and specially trained how to deal with the light cavalry of the grassland. Under the cover of powerful crossbows and sharp arrows, the Northern Desert tribes were difficult to win and often ran away.

The Zheng army had few horses, and there were only 40,000 horses. This was because the horses produced by Zheng State were thin and could only transport supplies. The army and horses had to be bought from the Northern Desert or the Western Desert. Zheng State controlled the iron tools and the grain was sold to the north. Similarly, the Western Desert and the Northern Desert controlled the horses flowing to Zheng State very strictly. The 40,000 cavalry were pieced together by the Anbei Protectorate and the Sixteen Guards.

The cavalry was insufficient, so they dared not pursue the long distance. The defeated Beimo tribes were able to escape. Taking advantage of the advantages of horse matching, the Beimo people continued to launch harassment wars, night attacks, and guerrilla wars, which made the Zheng army exhausted. There were trees on the grassland, making it difficult to build a strong defense camp. The front line was long, and the materials transported in China became more and more difficult. The silver spent more than ten million in two months.

The tent of King Keming of Shen Kingdom was half a mile on the right side of the Golden Palace. Liu Weiguo sent someone to bring ten cans of honey fruit. When the person who came left, Zhao Wei smiled and picked up a can and took off the cover. He drank it to his mouth and drank it happily. After the sugar water was finished, he reached into the can and grabbed the pulp and stuffed it into his mouth. He ignored the juice and fell on his beard. He vaguely praised while eating: "It smells so fragrant, so sweet."

Wang Keming's hair was neatly combed, and he was tied with a golden hairpin, with a white face and black beard, and a solemn face. He sat upright behind the case with light armor, frowned slightly and looked at the intelligence sent by the secret guards. The information reported the situation of the Beimo Wangting. Wang Ting maintained an apparent peace under the command of the goddess Tizhu, but the open and secret struggle between the eldest prince Kunbo and the second prince Liman never stopped. The two men had to clash every day. Tizhu had no choice but to ask the Dharma King to decree that the two would separate in the royal court, and only summoned them to meet when they were discussing matters.

The Northern Expedition, Wang Keming's eyes flashed with aspirations. If this Northern Expedition can break through the Northern Expedition and destroy the Desert people

The sacred mountain in my heart is a great achievement. If you lose the spiritual pillar of Wangting and the sacred mountain, the people of the Demon will definitely fall into civil strife. When the new Khan is reappeared, you can at least fight for 50 years of peace for the northern border.

Putting down the spy in his hand, Wang Keming sighed silently. Although the Zheng army entered the north, it was still more than a thousand miles away from the royal court. At this speed, the army could not reach the royal court before the weather became cold in September. Alas, if the emperor had not insisted on the command of the emperor to personally fight, he would have used the cavalry as the sharp edge, and used the desert tribe as supplies to the royal court. The infantry was divided into a team of ten thousand people, led by the general, and rushed to the royal court as soon as possible to meet. As long as there is a guide on the grassland, there is no need to worry about getting lost. When marching and fighting, there is no emperor there. It is like a thorn in your body and you feel uncomfortable all over. This is not a war, it is clearly a game of careful loss.

He stood up and looked at the map on the screen behind him. The intelligence personnel used their lives to mark the location of the large tribe and royal courts with more than 10,000 people. The route of the army's attack was planned by the emperor. He could show the great power of Zheng Chao to the people of the North Desert as many as possible along the way. Such a marching route lags behind the army's itinerary for seven or eight days.

The red flag identifies the Zheng army. Although it occupied a thousand miles deep in the northern desert and was almost half of the Zheng State, the vast grasslands were unable to be stationed without supplies. Once the army retreated, it would be able to return to the hands of the Mo people. The emperor intended to use the Mo people to deal with the Mo people, enfeoff the leaders of those small tribes, and transfer the land to them. This was a good idea. However, most of these tribe leaders were greedy for money and food, and waited for the army to withdraw, or they would either retreat south to live in the territory close to Zheng State, or they would simply be fence-bearing and reunited to the Northern Desert again, which would not be of great effect.

"The jar was just now, and I'll have a jar of fragrant pears. Brother, don't you try it?" Zhao Wei selected honey fruits, labeled them at the bottom of the jar, indicating the fruits in the jar. Wang Keming shook his head, and was really envious of his brother who could eat well and sleep. This man was happier than anything else whenever he had a war.

Zhao Wei handed over the honey fruit after choosing the honey fruit and said, "Brother, you can drink a few sips first and give me the rest."

Wang Keming took a few sips of honey water, and Zhao Wei smiled and said, "The flesh is sinking below. Brother, please shake the jar and shake the flesh and eat a few pieces. Don't just drink sugar water."

As he shook the flesh and poured it into his mouth, Wang Keming ate two pieces and handed the jar back to Zhao Wei. Zhao Wei muttered: "Brother, this battle is like drinking sugar water, and I haven't eaten any meat at all, so I'm bored."

Even this rough man knew that if he wanted to truly pacify the Beimo, he had to kill the people in large numbers, break up the large tribes in the Beimo, and fight with each other, so that the State of Zheng would be peaceful. The population of Beimo is about four million, and tribes of all sizes are as inconspicuous as mushrooms sprinkled on the grass. There are millions of people around the royal court, and about 300,000 can get on horseback and fight. The most brave Jin Wolf, Cang Wolf and Black Wolf, are among them.
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