"Military affairs are not a joke, so you can't bargain!"

Faced with Chen Yichen's persistence, Yu Qian's tone became serious.

Due to appreciation, Yu Qian has always been quite tolerant of Chen Yichen. But the problem is that there are generals from various departments discussing military affairs in the large military camp, so they should be prohibited and there is no room for bargaining.

"Yes, Grand Sima."

Feeling the change in Yu Qian's attitude, Chen Yichen could only suppress his anxious mood and then bowed out of the tent.

Looking at Chen Yichen's lost expression, Bian He could probably guess what the result of the call was.

He came over and said calmly: "The host does not need to be depressed. It is indeed difficult to get things done by mobilizing troops to assist Liaodong. The Grand Marshal must consider the safety of the capital."

"I know."

Chen Yichen took a deep breath. He didn't blame Yu Qian for his decision. He didn't have any mistakes from the coach's perspective.

But even though he had already noticed Yesen's plan, he could only watch him break through from Liaodong or even expand his results. This feeling of powerlessness made Chen Yichen feel uncomfortable.

This is the capital, this is the officialdom, far less willing than Fujian itself to take over the power, even if Yu Qian had no selfish intentions.

"Mr. Bian, if I led these 30,000 people to help Liaodong, do you think it would change the situation?"

"Original master, don't be impulsive. The Tartars are not at the end of their power!"

Hearing that Chen Yichen had another plan to take risks, Bian He's face changed drastically. He thought that he had led Fujian soldiers to Beijing and was dancing on the tip of a knife. Now he wanted to rush to Liaodong to resist more than 100,000 Mongolians.

Iron Cavalry, he could hardly see any chance of winning.

Is this really impossible?

Chen Yichen and others asked themselves, but at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!