Just when the staff of Youzhou Governor's Office were mentioning Sima Yi to Wang Xiong.

Sima Yi, who was far away in Luoyang, was meditating on the news about Youzhou.

After a long time, he finally sighed:

"Feng Mingwen's move is really vicious. It's just draining the firepower."

"If Youzhou cannot transport enough horses to the Central Plains, it will only take a few years. I am afraid that we, the Wei Dynasty, will have no more cavalry to use!"

Master Sima, who was standing by, asked hesitantly:

"Sir, is it possible that Wang Yuanbo (i.e. Wang Xiong) did not want to send horses to Luoyang, so he made this excuse?"

Sima Yi shook his head:

"Unlikely. It is said that Xuchang did not receive many horses last year. It is ridiculous that Cao Shuang actually sent people to Youzhou to ask for horses as soon as spring began."

Having said this, Sima Yi showed a somewhat disdainful smile:

"Cao Shuang is a son-in-law, but he is just a playboy. He relied on his clan status to suddenly gain power. How does he know how to govern a country?"

The beginning of spring is when horses are at their weakest.

Horses that have been eating hay all winter can finally eat fresh grass. If they are not careful, they will suffer from diarrhea and illness.

Not to mention the barbarians outside the Great Wall of Youzhou, even the horses raised by the locals in Youzhou must be handled with care.

Cao Shuang is urging people to send horses at this time. What else can he do but force others to do something difficult?

However, there was no trace of happiness on Master Sima’s face:

"Sir, if this is the case, I'm afraid Youzhou won't even send us horses. What should we do?"

Even though Sima Yi was very resourceful, he also found the current situation difficult.

"Everyone knows that Feng Mingwen has led troops into battle since his debut and has never been defeated. He is a famous general in the world."

"But in my opinion, this person is more cunning and calculating than leading an army."

Sima Yi sighed, "If Sun Deda (ie Sun Li) is still the governor of Jizhou, I may not be able to make some plans."

"It's a pity that Sun Deda was demoted to a commoner by Cao Shuang after all. At this time, Huan Fan, the governor of Jizhou, was a fellow countryman of Cao Shuang."

"Luoyang and Youzhou are separated by such a Jizhou, but it makes me powerless."

"Cao Shuang has great interests, but he does not understand the overall situation. If Youzhou is really plotted by Feng Mingwen as I expected, when there are no war horses in the Central Plains, I am afraid that we will be captured by Feng Mingwen."

Seeing your lord's pessimism, Master Sima's heart sank:

"Sir, doesn't that mean that the longer the confrontation between Shu and Wei is delayed, the more detrimental it will be to Wei?"

Sima Yi smiled bitterly:

"This is obvious, so why ask?"

He clearly knew the other party's plan, but he could only watch helplessly, with no good countermeasures at all.

This is simply a slow death.

Sima Yi and his son both felt a deep sense of powerlessness at the same time.

"Sir, since we have guessed Feng Mingwen's plan, should we tell Wang Yuanbo?"

"Wang Yuanbo is not a mediocre person. Even if he didn't know it at first, by this time, I think he has already reacted."

Sima Yi said, then shook his head:

"But even so, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to crack Feng Mingwen's plan by relying on Youzhou alone."

It should be said that this is no longer a calculation, but a temple calculation, and the competition is the national strength of both sides.

The Han State had the technology to weave wool into wool, and simply harvesting wool was enough to win over the hearts of the barbarians.

Even if Wei wanted to learn, he didn't have enough time.

And it may not be possible to learn it.

Not to mention that the national power of Han Dynasty has surpassed that of Wei Dynasty.

This is not an excuse for Sima Yi to fear the enemy, but a fact.

Because judging from the secrets of the Han Dynasty brought over by Yang Yi, the significance of just one armored cavalry is enough to frighten people.

Others may only see those frightening armors and weapons, elite soldiers and horses.

But who is Sima Yi?

He sees further than others.

He knew deeply that behind these things, they represented the strong national power accumulated from countless money and grain.

Thinking of this, Sima Yi, who has passed the age of hearing, actually felt a little depressed:

"Why was Qin able to destroy the six kingdoms? It was a strong country, with elite soldiers, and had the most advantageous geographical location in the world. On the other hand, even if the six kingdoms of Guandong united, it was difficult for them to unite as one, and they were eventually destroyed one by one by Qin."

"Today's Han State is a bit stronger than Qin State. After all, Qin State did not have Liangzhou at that time."

"And what about us?" Sima Yi pointed to himself and then to the edge of the guide, "How is it different from the Six Kingdoms of Guandong back then?"

Master Sima was silent for a while and then asked in a low voice:

"Sir, what should we do? Are we just going to watch like this?"

"Of course not." Sima Yi looked a little unclear, "Now many families in the Central Plains are willing to support us. If we just watch like this, what will they think?"

The Shu family was dismembered, the Hedong family was massacred, and the Liangzhou wealthy family was exterminated...

These things frightened many aristocratic families in Henan, Hanoi and even Hebei.

But similarly, Sima Yishi, as the representative, has no way out.

"The Shu captives have the capital to drag them down, but we can't afford to drag them down." Sima Yi's face turned pale, "While Wei's elite cavalry is still capable of fighting, we must find a fighting opportunity as soon as possible to avoid the shame in Guanzhong."

Probably because he was talked about too much, Feng Duhu, who was in the residence of General Hussar on the right side of Chang'an City, sneezed several times:

"A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze!"

Maybe the sound was so loud that it scared the baby in his arms to tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry!"

Feng Duhu coaxed her carefully, shaking her gently, and couldn't help but stretched out her finger, lightly poked her pink little face, and grinned.

This is the son of General Zhendong.

But Feng Duhu is the child's real father.

"Are you hungry?"

As the nominal adult of the child, General Guan took an experienced look and said casually.

"Oh, it's possible." Feng Duhu raised his head and looked around, "Where is your wife?"

"I was here just now. In the blink of an eye, I don't know where I went."

General Zhendong was a little helpless and said, "Let the wet nurse feed you."

Feng Duhu gritted his teeth:

"No, how many months has it been? How many times has she fed her? Isn't she the child she was born with? Have someone call her back."

The leader of the Flower Patriarch was called back, and he took some time to unbutton his clothes and breastfeed the child.

Feng Duhu looked at her angrily:

"What's wrong with having a son? How many people are thinking about having a son! You're lucky, you don't care even if your son is hungry and crying."

The flower patriarch curled his lips:

"What good is it if a son can't be the leader of the clan? I just want to have a daughter."
Chapter completed!