newbobooks Chapter 1162 We still need to think this over carefully.
Chapter 1162 We still need to think this over carefully.
Lin Zhen and Murong Yan exchanged a glance.
They both saw a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.
They knew that Huhanye was the spokesperson for the northern desert whom they had personally supported.
Although he is a bit carefree.
But he is a smart person who understands the bigger picture and considers the overall situation.
If it's not true, then it's an extremely urgent and massive problem.
He would never send anyone to disturb them at this time.
"Send it up."
Lin Zhen sat up from the rocking chair.
His expression also turned serious.
The steward felt as if he had been granted a pardon.
He quickly ran over with small, quick steps.
He handed the letter, sealed with sealing wax, to Lin Zhen.
Lin Zhen tore off the sealing wax and pulled out the letter.
She only glanced at his brow before her eyes furrowed tightly.
"What's wrong, my husband?"
Murong Yan's heart tightened as she looked at his solemn expression.
"Could something have happened again in the northern desert?"
"Not the northern desert."
Lin Zhen shook his head and handed the letter to her.
"Yes, further north."
Murong Yan took the letter and quickly glanced through it.
The contents of the letter made her gasp in shock.
The letter was written by Huhanye himself.
The letter said.
Recently, further north in the northern grasslands of Mobei.
A mysterious force called "Rakshasa Kingdom" suddenly rose to power.
These people were all tall, strong, blond, and blue-eyed.
Their appearance is completely different from that of people from the Central Plains and the grasslands.
The weapons they used were also very strange; they were black iron pipes that could spew flames and make loud noises.
Extremely powerful!
Even the most elite cavalry on the grasslands.
Even against such bizarre weapons, they are utterly helpless!
In just one month.
This mysterious "Rakshasa Kingdom" has successively annexed more than a dozen small and medium-sized tribes on the northern grasslands.
Their military might has already reached the royal court of Huhanye!
Although Huhanye had organized a grassland coalition to resist.
But they were faced with firearms they had never heard of before.
They suffered repeated defeats and heavy casualties.
Without any choice.
He could only send someone to travel day and night to reach Chang'an.
They should appeal to their great suzerain state for help!
"The Rakshasa Kingdom?"
"An iron pipe that can breathe fire?"
After reading the letter, Murong Yan's beautiful face was filled with solemnity and confusion.
She had never heard of such a country.
It's also unimaginable what that so-called fire-breathing iron pipe actually is.
At this moment, she was still leaning lazily in Lin Zhen's arms.
The Phoenix Descent Dress, her only nightgown, seemed to sense the sudden and immense crisis.
The deep black Suzhou brocade fabric, under the warm afternoon sun, did not appear languid at all.
Instead, it presents a cold and hard appearance, like obsidian.
The colossal phoenix embroidered with real gold thread opened its slightly closed phoenix eyes.
A sharp, wary glint flashed in his phoenix eyes.
It was as if they were scrutinizing this suddenly appearing, unknown, and powerful enemy.
The five-zhang-long, dark gold Suzhou brocade train was gently lifted from the grass by the breeze.
The opulent chaos exuded a chilling, impending storm.
"My lord, who exactly is this Rakshasa Kingdom?"
"What are those fire-breathing iron pipes they have?"
Her voice was filled with undisguised worry.
She knew about this mysterious and powerful enemy who had suddenly appeared.
He will probably be even more difficult to deal with than Kong Zhiqian and the entire Jiangnan aristocratic family combined!
Because the unknown is the most terrifying thing!
"If I'm not mistaken."
A complex light, difficult for others to decipher, flashed in Lin Zhen's eyes.
"They must be the Tsarist Russia of later generations."
"And in their hands, there were iron pipes that could breathe fire."
"It should be the most primitive kind of firearm."
"Tsarist Russia? Muskets?"
Murong Yan listened, hearing these two words that she had never heard of before.
The confusion on his face deepened.
"what is that?"
"A barbaric people who will bring endless suffering to our land in the future."
Lin Zhen's voice was cold and filled with deep-seated hatred.
"The musket, on the other hand, is a revolutionary weapon that is capable of changing the entire nature of warfare."
"A weapon that allows a child with no strength to kill a chicken to easily kill a battle-hardened general who has fought countless battles!"
His words made Murong Yan's heart sink!
"How could a child so easily kill a fierce general?"
Murong Yan was completely stunned by Lin Zhen's shocking words.
She couldn't imagine it.
How could such an incredible weapon possibly exist in this world?
This completely overturned all her understanding of war!
"Husband, you...you're not joking, are you?"
Her voice trembled slightly.
Do you think I'm joking right now?
Lin Zhen's expression was extremely solemn.
He knew what the appearance of muskets meant.
That means a brand new era is about to begin.
An era belonging to cold weapons is about to come to an end.
And an era belonging to firearms is about to begin!
In the face of the tremendous changes of this era.
The martial prowess of any individual will become insignificant.
Even for a grandmaster like him who had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
Faced with a volley of hundreds or thousands of muskets.
They could only die on the spot in despair!
This is the devastating impact of technology!
"Then...then what should we do now?"
Murong Yan panicked completely.
For the first time, she felt a sense of powerlessness that came from the depths of her soul.
Faced with this epoch-making weapon that is capable of changing the world order.
Her wisdom and strategy, which she was so proud of, seemed to have lost their effectiveness.
"Don't be afraid."
Lin Zhen felt the person in his arms trembling.
He tightened his arms around her, using his own body heat to warm her cold body.
"and me."
His voice remained steady and powerful.
Like a shot of adrenaline, it instantly calmed Murong Yan's panicked heart.
She looked up at his eyes, which remained as sharp as a hawk's even in the sunlight.
"Husband, you...you have a solution?"
"not yet."
Lin Zhen shook his head.
But there was not a trace of panic in his eyes.
There was only a cold, machine-like calmness.
"But there are always more solutions than problems."
He pulled Murong Yan up from the rocking chair.
"Let's go back to the study."
"We need to think this over carefully."
……
Inside the Regent's study.
The atmosphere was extremely tense.
Lin Zhen and Murong Yan sat facing each other.
Neither of them spoke.
He simply stared quietly at the letter of appeal for help from Huhanye on the table.
for a long time.
Murong Yan slowly spoke, breaking the silence.
"Husband, how much of what Huhanye Xin said do you think is true?"
"very."
Lin Zhen's answer was resolute.
"Huhanye, although he is a rough man."
"But he's not stupid."
"He knows what kind of consequences he will suffer for lying about military intelligence and deceiving us."
"Moreover," he tapped lightly on the words "Rakshasa Kingdom" and "musket" written in crooked Chinese characters on the letter.
“These two words are definitely not something a boorish, grassland brute who can’t even write his own name could have made up.”
"Someone must have taught him to write it this way."
"Is someone teaching him?"
Murong Yan was taken aback.
"Yes."
Lin Zhen nodded, a glint of wisdom flashing in his eyes.
"I guess it's somewhere we don't know."
“There must already be merchants or laborers from our Great Qian.”
"I've dealt with those so-called 'Rakshasa people'."
"We may even have suffered great losses at their hands."
"That's why they told Huhanye this information."
"They wanted to use Huhanye to leak this news to us."
"They want our Great Qian to step in and deal with those vicious 'Rakshasa demons'!"
Murong Yan was exceptionally intelligent.
He instantly understood what Lin Zhen meant.
"Husband, are you saying that someone from our group is pulling the strings behind the scenes?"
"It's not impossible."
Lin Zhen remained noncommittal.
"But that's not important."
“The important thing,” his voice grew colder, “is that we must get there before those ‘Rakshasa demons’ have completely established themselves.”
"Drive them out of the northern grasslands completely!"
"Or even completely eliminate them!"
"Otherwise, once they taste the sweetness of aggression..."
"Then our northern border of the Great Qian Dynasty will never have peace!"
At this moment, Murong Yan was still wearing the Phoenix Descent Dress, which served as her only nightgown.
The extremely dark black Suzhou brocade fabric appeared exceptionally deep and solemn under the slightly dim light in the study.
Just like her heavy heart at this moment.
The colossal phoenix embroidered with real gold thread seemed to sense this unprecedented crisis.
A cold, murderous glint flashed in his phoenix eyes.
It was as if they had already regarded that unknown enemy called "Rakshasa Kingdom" as their mortal foe!
The five-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) long, dark gold Suzhou brocade train stretched from her feet all the way to the doorway of the study.
The opulent chaos exuded a sense of tension and oppression, like dark clouds pressing down on a city, threatening to crush it.
"Then we shall issue the decree now."
Murong Yan's voice also became cold and resolute.
"Order Marshal Zheng Kedi to immediately mobilize the 100,000-strong army of the Yanran Protectorate!"
"Send another order to King Huhanye of Anbei, to gather 200,000 iron cavalry from the grasslands!"
"Three hundred thousand troops attack from both the north and south!"
"I refuse to believe we can't wipe out that mere newly emerged 'Rakshasa Kingdom'!"
"it's useless."
Lin Zhen shook his head.
"In the face of muskets."
"No matter how many cavalry and infantry we have, they are just sitting ducks."
"Sending more people is just sending them to their deaths."