Seeing Gu Liya enter, the man looked at the sky above his head and sighed with a headache, "The Emperor of Western Yue... It's really hard to deal with."

The war between the West Vietnam and the Kingdom of Khotan was not easy. After all, there are only 100,000 people in the West Vietnam camp. Although the Kingdom of Yutian was not many soldiers, it has been increasing continuously since then. The envoys of the Kingdom of Khotan are obviously still very good at lobbying, and many surrounding countries have sent troops to support them. Perhaps these people also understand that once the Kingdom of Yutian is broken, they may be the next one.

After several consecutive days, the two sides had their own victory and defeat after several battles. In the Western Yue camp, Rong Jin leisurely leaned against the back of the chair and looked at the generals below and asked, "How many soldiers are there in the Kingdom of Khotan now?"

A general stood up and reported respectfully, "Report to Your Majesty, the small countries around him have successively come from one after another. Now the troops in the Yutian camp are already close to 200,000." There are almost twice as many troops than them, but seeing His Majesty's intention, he seems to have no intention of mobilizing troops to support him. Rong Jin nodded, calculated in his heart, and said with some satisfaction: "So... there should be no troops in these countries?"

"It should be so." These small Western countries in the eyes of the Western Yue people were just small places, and their population was naturally not large. Yutian was considered to be stronger than the Western Yue people, and the whole country was only about 100,000 soldiers and horses, and it would be good if there were 70,000 or 80,000. Now nearly 100,000 people were drawn to support the Kingdom of Khotan. The remaining troops in the country could really go to the battlefield.

"Very good." Mr. Rong Jiu nodded in satisfaction and said in a deep voice: "There is no need to confront them head-on, but... they can't see the clues about withdrawing their troops. Do you understand?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, hesitated and asked, "Your Majesty means... to drag them?"

Rong Jin nodded lightly, and everyone accepted the order in unison. Although the news that the Marquis of Jingyuan and others led their troops away was hidden from the people below, they all knew about it. Naturally, they understood His Majesty’s intention. As long as you let Marquis of Jingyuan and others conquer the four small surrounding countries first, why worry about the failure of the Kingdom of Khotan?

"Just understand, go back." Rong Jin said lightly.

"Yes, I will leave."

When everyone stepped out, Mu Qingyi frowned and said, "Is it really okay to hold up 100,000 people to hold up 200,000 people?" Rong Jin smiled and said, "If you want to fight, you may not win, but if you just delay time, it will be no problem to delay for seven or eight days. With this time, Dongfang Fei and the others should have done it."

Mu Qingyi nodded and leaned against his shoulder and pondered: "If our side goes well, the Northern Han will probably not stand by and watch."

Rong Jin smiled and played with her slender jade hand, and said with a smile: "I naturally know this. I know a little about Ge Shujun. He will never send capable generals to the Western Regions to help people fight. It is possible to pat some soldiers and horses to hold our footsteps. He wants to wait for Ge Shuhan to defeat Zhao Ziyu and turn around to deal with us. It's a pity... I'm afraid that it's not a person that Ge Shuhan can defeat if he wants to."

Zhao Ziyu may be slightly inferior to Geshuhan, but the distance is absolutely not obvious. The reason why he was defeated by Geshuhan last time was definitely not Zhao Ziyu's fault. Geshuhan dispatched troops and sent generals, and Geshujun also trusted him 100% and allowed him to perform. However, Zhao Ziyu was controlled by all parties and was eventually forced to be transferred back to Jian'an City by Emperor Hua. Otherwise, Geshuhan would never be able to defeat the Chinese army. Now it is different. The place where they fought was the territory of China that Zhao Ziyu was most familiar with. Zhao Ziyu's troops were not inferior to Geshuhan. Behind Zhao Ziyu was the richest granary in the south of the country, with a steady supply of military supplies and military supplies. Unless Zhao Ziyu was dizzy, it would be good that Geshuhan could tie him.

Mu Qingyi sighed slightly and said, "This battle... I don't know when it will be fought."

Rong Jin gently took her into her arms and said softly: "No matter how long it takes to fight, after this time... there should be a long time when there is no need to fight." This time, both sides actually bet on all the chips. Whether it is Rong Jin who took the initiative to attack or Ge Shu Jun who was caught off guard and forced to fight back, he will unify the world from then on. If he loses, the country will be destroyed and the family will be destroyed. However, the unification of the world is obviously the general trend. Neither the Western Yue nor the Northern Han Dynasty will tolerate the existence of the other party.

Five days later, Prince Ghana sat in the main seat in the camp of the Kingdom of Khotan. Next to her was a beautiful and charming brunette woman, Princess Yutian. There were also several strong men with different hair colors and appearances sitting in the big tent, just like the generals of the Kingdom of Khotan and the generals ordered to support them. In the big tent, the atmosphere was a bit solemn. A strong blond general said loudly: "Prince Ghana, what the hell are the people of the West Journey? We have been here for so many days, and we are just a few small fights. Are you confident that the fierce Western Journey people are these cowards?"

Everyone has been fighting a little awkwardly these days. The people of Xiyue kept coming to fight, but they didn't really fight with them. They always ran away halfway through the fight, which made them so angry that they scolded the people of Xiyue for being timid and afraid of death.

Prince Garna had a bit of contemplation in his eyes. He had seen the Western Yue Emperor and fought with the Western Yue people. Naturally, he knew that the Western Yue soldiers and horses could not have only this strength, but since that is the case, what was Rong Jin's intention to do this? Princess Xinya said: "Brother Wang, don't you think...the Western Yue soldiers are a little fewer?"

Prince Garna's heart moved and looked at Xinya. Xinya said, "There have never been more than 100,000 troops in the Western Vietnamese against each other in the past few days. So... where has the legendary 300,000 troops gone?"

The next general said: "Our soldiers do not have 300,000. The people of the Western Yue may feel that there is no need to pull out all the soldiers?"

Princess Xinya sneered, "If so, what will they run? Who cares about fairness on the battlefield? Do they think we have fewer soldiers, so they should use less soldiers and horses. They know that they can't win, but they can't increase their troops?" Garna's face changed slightly, staring at the map on the table in front of her, and she was ecstatic. After a long time, she raised her head and said, "There are only 100,000 soldiers and horses in Panmen Pass now!"

What? Everyone was stunned, "Then... where did the remaining 200,000 soldiers go?"

Garna's lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all, but stood up and said, "Since that's the case... I'll send the order and attack Panmenguan! Do my best to win Panmenguan within three days."

"Yes! Your Highness!"
Chapter completed!