The northern border is more than 2,000 miles away from the capital. Although the news from the secret department is quickly transmitted, when Li Xin received the news from the northern border, it had been five or six days since the north.

The war in northern Xinjiang today is not only related to the peace of the border and the future situation of the Jin and Xianbei sides, but also closely related to the subsequent direction of the situation in the capital. At this time, every move in the north will be seen by everyone in the world.

At least they will be seen by people from the Southwest.

However, although the fight in the north had started, it was far from intense. The cause was that in early April, the Helan tribe among the Xianbei tribe occupied two horse farms in one breath. Although the tent was weak, the lean camel was larger than the horse, and the young and strong were missing, but the skeleton was still there. The two sides immediately had a conflict, and two or three hundred people died in a few days.

Originally, both sides maintained restraint in this matter, and the big things became smaller. After Yu Wentao of the Helan tribe became the patriarch for two years, the Holan tribe went smoothly. He also got the most powerful patriarch among the Xianbei tribes as he wished, and his mentality was naturally different from before.

Last year, he asked other Xianbei tribes for beauties and enriched the harem. In addition to the tent of the king, each of the other two departments presented ten girls to him. As a result, the young man who once raised horses in the Heroma Field became more and more arrogant.

During this collision, the Helan tribe and the king's tent were each injured, but Yuwen Tao was unreasonable and directly dispatched a large-scale army to seize the two horse farms. As the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the king's tent could not bow his head at this time. Because of these two horse farms, two or three thousand people died in just four or five days.

At this time, Yuwen Zhao had already passed away. Yuwen Di, the head of the tent, immediately sent someone to send a letter to Jimenguan. Ye Mao was also very proud of his face. After receiving the letter, he sent 10,000 people out of the tent. He pretended to be the troops in the tent, and under attack on both sides, he defeated Helan's tribe, with more than 5,000 casualties.

However, casualties of this scale were obviously far from what the imperial court had expected, so this was just the beginning of the Northern Xinjiang War.

In Jizhou City, Duke Ye, who was wearing only a black robe, was lazily lying in his own yard. In front of him, a young Xianbei man stood with his hands down with respect.

This young man is Yuwen Hu, the youngest son of Yuwen Zhao. This time he was mainly responsible for the connection between the royal tent and the Jin court. He lived in the Jing'an Marquis' Mansion for a while at the end of the year, and has now returned to the northern border, mainly responsible for contacting Ye Mao in Jizhou City.

However, the second son of King Yuwen Tian was quite humble in front of Ye Mao at this time. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Ye, the Helan tribe is already re-suming troops and will soon attack my king's tent. How did the ten thousand people you sent out to the detention area have been withdrawn again?"

Ye Mao sat up from the recliner, stretched his waist first, then glanced at Yuwen Hu, and said lightly: "We agreed before that when your king's tent and the Helan tribe fight, our northern army will find an opportunity to take action. However, last time, your king's tent came to Jizhou for help because of the tribe of fighting between two horse farms and hundreds of people. At this time, I would be very doubtful whether your king's tent has the intention to attack Helan tribe."

He said coldly: "Do you want to destroy the Horan tribe or do you want to protect yourself under the name of my Dajin?"

Yuwen Hu's face was a little pale, and he lowered his head and said, "Mr. Ye, my army thought it was really going to fight, but he didn't expect the Helan army to stop..."

"But they suffered a loss last time. With Yuwen Tao's personality, they would never give up this time. The Helan tribe now has about 100,000 young and strong people. If the general does not send troops, my tent will be in danger!"

Speaking of this, he gritted his teeth and said, "General, you must be clear that my king's tent and the Helan tribe are both under the Xianbei tribe, and they are even surnamed Yuwen. If the general does not intervene, our two families will not fight until they die together. As long as the king's tent cannot hold on, they will definitely surrender to the Helan tribe. At that time, the Xianbei tribes will be integrated again..."

"I think Duke Ye didn't want to see this situation."

Ye Mao sneered: "Your king's account is known as the direct descendant of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Will you be willing to bow to the Helan tribe and submit to the surrender?"

"There is no way to be unwilling to give up."

Yuwen Hu smiled bitterly and said, "Dignity is not as important as life."

"Mr. Ye, I asked to meet Governor Li in the capital a few months ago. Governor has agreed to let Zhenbei Army cooperate with our headquarters. You... cannot ignore our headquarters!"

When Ye Mao seemed a little unhappy when he heard Yuwen Hu mention Li Xin, he groaned and said, "Since the court has already given orders, I will obey. If you really fight, our Zhenbei Army will certainly send troops to rescue him. However, if it is still a small fight, our army will send troops, and the Helan army will be alert. It will be a huge challenge to find an opportunity next time."

Yuwen Hu smiled bitterly and bowed to Ye Mao, "General, if my tent cannot resist this time, I will have to bow my head and surrender in life and death. Then don't blame my troops."

After saying that, Yuwen Hu bowed and said goodbye to Ye Mao.

After Yuwen Hu left, after a while, a middle-aged man with a lot of white hair pushed the door out of the room and walked out. Before he could walk to Ye Mao, Ye Mao, who was originally lazy, immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Uncle Fourth."

This middle-aged man was naturally Ye Lin, the Minister of War who had traveled north from the capital. After he arrived in the northern border, he was not very worried about the situation here, so he stayed in Jizhou to help his eldest nephew sort out military affairs.

Ye Lin waved his hand to Ye Mao, signaling him not to be too polite, and then frowned slightly and said, "In the world, the one who hates our Ye family the most should be the descendants of the Xianbei king's tent, because his father destroyed their country. These people fought to break through Jimen Pass two years ago and almost annihilated the Zhenbei Army at any cost, because of this hatred that year."

"Now my Ye family has a mortal hatred with them. I don't know what the court thought, so I actually asked the Zhenbei Army to cooperate with the Xianbei King's tent."

Ye Mao stood behind Ye Lin and said with a smile: "The current imperial court means Uncle Li. Uncle Li will not harm our family. We will do what he means."

"As for the private grudges between our family and the Xianbei people, we can put them aside for the time being."

The three generations of the Ye family belong to the purer soldiers. The family, country, the world is greater than everything, and naturally it is greater than their own private enemies.

Besides, Li Xin had already explained to Ye Mao about the arrangements of the Xianbei people in his heart, but the matter was secret, so Ye Mao did not mention it to his uncle.

Ye Lin nodded and sighed silently: "Now Zhenbei Army has recovered, and Wei Shu still has the position of Minister of War. He has written letters many times in Chang'an to urge me to go back to the capital. I can't stay in Jizhou City anymore."

"I will set off to go back to the capital tomorrow, and I will also help you see what the capital is like now."

"I will entrust you with the affairs of Zhenbei Army."

Ye Mao smiled honestly: "Don't worry, Uncle Fourth, there is no problem here anymore. My nephew can handle it alone."

"After the fourth uncle returned to Beijing, he asked the gods to look at some of my family members and don't let them get into trouble."

Ye Lin reached out and patted his eldest nephew on the shoulder and sighed slightly.

"You can now stand alone, so I am naturally relieved, but your identity is different now. There is a saying that I want to tell you."

Duke Ye looked serious and lowered his head and said, "Uncle taught me."

"You are now the General of Zhenbei, the Duke of Chen from our Ye family, and no longer the Ye Mao in the past."

Ye Shangshu's voice was low.

"In the future, you will not be able to visit the military camp in person until you are a friend of life and death. No matter what the war is, your life is the most important thing."
Chapter completed!