Chapter 228 Lonely General! Medium

Feng Qingting walked into Yue Wu's military tent.

He said with a solemn face, "He is mobilizing my soldiers."

Yue Wu sat in front of the fire and said calmly, "It's Han Cheng who is mobilizing your soldiers!"

"What's the difference?" Feng Qingting said unhappily, "Whether it's Your Highness or Han Cheng, they are all my soldiers and horses..."

"That's Your Majesty's soldiers and horses, or... It's the people all over the world." Yue Wu is still calm.

"But I'm not happy. Those brothers were left behind with me in the bloody storm. I wanted to win ten years before I became a general, so I found out later that I could never beat you! It was not until a few years that I found that more people is a victory, so I learned to let my subordinates have more brothers. This is what I learned from you... Now I'm not happy, because they want to mobilize my people!" Feng Qingting was very unhappy, and his tone was faintly angry.

Yue Wu then looked up and looked at the old general and said, "There are many ways to win, and everyone has different views. Han Cheng is also a very powerful general..."

"Is he good at you?" Feng Qingting asked.

"Your Majesty is better than me." Yue Wu replied.

Feng Qingting suddenly calmed down, and then he sighed! Although Yue Wu's answer and his question were not clear, he heard it clearly.

A real famous general should not only win the battle, but also quickly understand the situation. And Yue Wu's words made Feng Qingting understand the situation.

Feng Qingting walked to the fire and warmed the fire. After a long time, he asked Yue Wu, "Your Majesty is also right, King Kang is also right, and even Han Cheng is right... Why do I think it's wrong?"

"I also think it's wrong." Yue Wu said solemnly, "But even if it is wrong, who can prove that he is wrong? It can only be proved after a real mistake, and now we have to start preparing to save the mistake!"

Feng Qingting fell silent again.

After a long time, he lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong with your majesty?"

Yue Wu looked at Feng Qingting's doubtful eyes and replied thoughtfully, "Look... I already have silver frost on my temples! Of course, Your Majesty will also have... He is old."

Feng Qingting sighed and said, "But I'm old, but I know it shouldn't be!"

"You are a general, he is not... He is a parent. Yue Wu said seriously.

"What should we do?" Feng Qingting suddenly frowned and asked seriously.

Yue Wu walked to the edge of the sand table, then pointed to some places and said, "In fact, it's good to come. You see... These days, the golden people opposite opposite have not changed, but they keep carrying grain and fodder back behind them... In this way, they are not ready to withdraw troops or for the Spring Festival, but they are ready to retreat!"

"The Golden Man is going to raid?" Feng Qingting asked.

"Suddenly, it doesn't look like it, because their soldiers and horses have not changed much, just like the arrangement on the sand table. They are at a low end, and every road is still stuck by our people. They have little chance of winning. If they raid, a small number of people and horses will not work at all."

"So what is their intention?"

"They are going to fight head-on!" Yue Wu said seriously.

Feng Qingting took a deep breath, then frowned and said, "No... The situation on the sand table is clear at a glance, and they have been changing the layout for the past few days. If they also know our arrangement, they should know that they have no hope! Why did you die?"

Yue Wu frowned and said, "The Jin people defeated Liao, which may not be believed before autumn. After all, the Liao Dynasty is ten times the number of Jin people, but they won... Before I returned to Beijing, I left 200,000 horses and still rushed to the golden people, and they came and went like the wind... What do the golden people rely on?"

Feng Qingting was silent for a moment, and then said, "The golden people rely on bravery. Their bravery is really more troublesome than the Liao people."

"Yes! It's brave... If there is a determination not to be afraid of death, either side can improve the chance of victory, and the golden people have survived in the cracks over the years and gradually have higher morale. Perhaps in terms of array and use of soldiers, the Jin people are inferior to us, but in terms of bravery and not afraid of death, the Jin soldiers are still the most terrible cavalry in the world, and... In autumn, many people died after losing the battle. If you fail to fight Grass Valley, more people will surely die... This winter is a must for them to die! Since people must die, some people will not die in tents, so they withdraw enough food, and the soldiers and horses in front of them will remain unchanged..." Yue Wu frowned and said, with a lot of sadness hidden in his eyes.

"In this way, are they going to die?" Feng Qingting said.

Yue Wu laughed and said, "The golden man is not a fool! They calculated the yearning and determination of the Zhao people for the New Year, so they used their mortal determination to kill a group of soldiers who hoped to be calm... Even if they lose at the starting point, their morale is better than ours!"

Feng Qingting frowned and said, "Then why don't we take the initiative to attack before them?"

Yue Wu asked, "Why?"

Feng Qingting was stunned and suddenly found that there was no reason to launch the offensive in advance, and even could not launch the offensive in advance at all, because now the army has the upper hand. If the offensive is launched in advance, it is convenient to change the formation. And the morale of the soldiers who yearn for a peaceful New Year must not be as good as the golden man with a mortal heart. It is really not good to launch an offensive in advance.

"Then shall we watch Han Cheng and King Kang fool around like this?" Feng Qingting said.

"Although they are fooling around now, if the timing of their nonsense is appropriate, it may also be a matter to break the deadlock. For example, the arrival of King Kang can indeed boost morale. For example, Hancheng's military means are also unfamiliar to the enemy, so these are variables..." Yue Wu said.

"But that's my soldier..." Feng Qingting said sadly. Naturally, he understood the situation in front of him, but he was even more sad that he didn't know how many soldiers would be killed or injured under Han Cheng! Thinking of this, his beard and eyebrows were picked up.

"That's the soldiers of the people in the world." Yue Wu said.

"No... I have to argue with Han Cheng. This man has always been addicted to killing... He doesn't use his own soldiers. I guess he doesn't cherish it even more!" Feng Qingting said that he was in a hurry to walk out of the military tent.

"Don't go. You can't change anything. On the contrary, if there is a quarrel, it will have a bad impact!" Yue Wu said.

"That's it?" Feng Qingting said unwillingly.

"That's it, let him go with the best mentality and state! After all, he used to be a good fighter. You and I are the best prepared for what we should do!" Yue Wu said solemnly.

Feng Qingting stamped his feet heavily and sighed, opened the military tent and left.

Yue Wu waited until Feng Qingting left and began to write.

His handwriting is iron and silver hook, which is sonorous and powerful, but it is a word.

Few people know that Yue Wu is the champion of martial arts and the champion of literature. All the people in the world know that he is the most powerful general in the State of Zhao.

The ancient famous generals are like beauties, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world.

Yue Wu's temples were slightly white, and he began to write poems. He has not carried the pen for more than ten years, because his hand lifting the knife is no longer soft, but on this day, Yue Wu picked up the pen.

The war has not yet begun, and many people have begun to celebrate.

Celebrate the New Year.

No accident in the new year is the eighth year of Da Zhao. Zhao Kuangyin hopes that there will always be a hundred years of Da Zhao, but he knows that there is no permanent country in the world, let alone a constant year.

So he is sad.

The atmosphere was lively all over the city. When many people were walking happily on the streets, Zhao Kuangyin walked to the head of Xuanwu City and looked at the north.

In front of the hall, Zhao Ke and Zhao Beiwang, the right prime minister, stood behind him, guarding him as today's son, setting off his figure taller. Let the soldiers in the distance look up!

However, even Zhao Ke found that His Majesty was no longer as tall as in the past. He wore a thick shirt under the wide dragon robe.

He is afraid of the cold.

He stood on the wall and looked north for a long time. He was worried. In the past, no matter what happened to the army of the State of Zhao, he did not need to look far from the top of the city. Even the time when the golden soldiers came to the city, His Majesty did not stand at the head of the city for so long.

It has been two hours, and Zhao Kuangyin is still at the head of the city.

The seventh prince Zhao Qinfang came. He was wearing a spotless shirt, and his lips were red and white teeth were still so beautiful. Then he knelt at the head of the city and saluted his father.

"Father, the city is cold and foggy. Please take care of the dragon body and return to the palace in time!" Qin Fang said sincerely.

"I'm not old yet! You are not allowed to kneel down." Zhao Kuangyin said lightly.

The seventh prince Qin Fang stood up from the ground, took a step back in front of the hall and gave up his position to the seventh prince Qin Fang.

The seventh prince Qin Fang stands with today's world. The backs of this father and son look so similar, but they are so unsimilar.

Zhao Kuangyin is burly and heroic, while the seventh prince is weak and elegant.

"In those years, I was also a famous general! The world thinks that I want to govern the world, but how do they know that I always believe that the world belongs to those who are good at fighting, and those who are good at fighting are invincible... Qin Fang, do you understand?" Zhao Kuangyin said solemnly.

"Qin Fang understood, so the royal brother went to the front line." The seventh prince Qin Fang replied respectfully.

"What do you think?" Zhao Kuangyin turned around and looked at his son. He only looked like his mother, and he was so beautiful...

Therefore, Zhao Kuangyin's eyes when he looked at the seventh prince Qin Fang were full of regret.

"I thought that my father was always right. Since I was a child, my father was the real hero in my eyes!" The seventh prince looked at his father's heroic face admiringly.

There are not many people in the world who dare to look at it like this. But Qin Fang dares, because he is his son and he is his father.

That's all.

Zhao Kuangyin looked at his son's admiration for him, and sighed for a long time, "But it doesn't look like me after all!"

The seventh prince Qin Fang lowered his head with a look of guilt in his eyes.