Chapter 67 2

The emperor from the imperial capital shut up and turned his eyes elsewhere, not daring to look into General Yan's eyes. When General Yan first became famous, he was just a stunned man with a runny nose. He easily climbed to this position, thinking that even if he was still a 60-year-old general, he should be able to interrupt by his side. What's more, the governor lieutenant who came here and the supervision of the military discipline and inspection are like the sword hanging on the heads of these generals, which have been suppressed for 20 years, so that they will not return to power and cause trouble.

But none of the generals paid attention to him. With General Yan's words just now, it is enough to inspire His Majesty to participate in him, but he will not be subject to the foreign military order, and His Majesty's whip is beyond long. Moreover, even if Your Majesty really knows his guilt and hands over these generals to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, what about these 200,000 Fanyang troops? What should I do with the coveting Mengyang people? It's not so much that these old guys are fearless and bold, but that the empire has reached the point where these generals can't be killed or even more dependent.

There is no successor to the Fanyang military department. Now this seemingly prosperous army is just a return of dead wood in spring. Famous generals appeared in troubled times, and virtuousxiangs appeared in prosperous times. Fanyang was good. In the past 20 years, the country was prosperous and the people were peaceful. Famous generals withered, and there was no virtuous appearance.

General Yan of the Imperial Palace withdrew his eyes. His blind eyes were always foggy, like thick spider webs. When the intact eye stared at people, his blind eyes also turned empty and became more creepy.

"Although Your Majesty still can't let go of his face and doesn't want to give us an explanation, we don't care about it. No matter how much we explain human life, we can't explain it back, and then explain that your majesty is still your majesty, and the minister is still a minister, and you have to die. Although this is bullshit, the truth is there. If you still have knots in your heart, you might as well think about it. What is the reason for these warriors behind the horse to come to the battlefield desperately? What is the purpose of leaving parents, wives and children? What is the purpose of a stable life but coming to the battlefield to fight and kill? In order to protect your relatives from the war! We warriors work hard, not to sell to the royal family. We are different from the imperial forbidden army. We are not for the people of Fanyang, but for the people of Fanyang!" General Yan of the Imperial Palace said in a low and hoarse manner that he was originally a poor man. When he first stepped into the temple and officialdom, everyone said that he was a villain from poor mountains and rivers. But even if General Yan, who was born in poverty, has added the title of imperial palace, he still does not forget his heart and never forget the seemingly rich Fanyang, how hard the people at the bottom are.

In the prosperous times, it was the people who lived a miserable life, the people who died the most in the war. They really responded to the sentence of the imperial palace and Yuehuahou: "Poor, poor scorched earth, sad and sad slaughter."

"General Yan doesn't have to say any more. We know in our hearts that these are all old troops who followed you 20 years ago. We will do whatever you say!" Aoyu long shot General Yang Yu raised his head and said with a solemn and resolute expression.

"Swear to follow General Yan to the death!" Several generals in the account knelt on one knee and saluted in unison, sounding like thunder. The governor's lieutenant was stunned for a moment and looked at the general full of tent kneeling on the ground. He stood dumbfoundedly and looked up. General Yudian Yan was looking at him with a smile, with a twisted smile at the corners of his mouth.

This gloomy smile suddenly gave him a bad feeling in his heart - this is about to be a battlefield, and the war is going to kill people. If he angered General Yan, lost his life, and told the emperor that he was killed, who would he cry from?

After all, the commander-in-chief, who was still very tough, knelt down and said reluctantly, "I swear to follow the general to the death!"

General Yan looked at the generals in the tent, half of whom were over 50 years old, but their determination, perseverance and loyalty were stronger than those years. But the old guy in their tent is so energetic that can you understand the group of rabbits outside the tent who have not seen blood for 20 years? Do they know what war is? Have they ever seen the dead? They talked and laughed with each other and wanted to kill how many enemies and cut down their heads to earn more military achievements, but they really threw them on the battlefield, swords, shadows and horses hissing. Are their courage still there?

Such a waning Fanyang army really needs to be able to turn stones into gold and decay as a magical means to win this battle.

"Please, everyone, I know your determination after decades of robes." The general said in a low voice, "Thusi talk about how to fight this war."

This is the point!

"Mengyang's military strength is strong, especially the wind and thunder cavalry, and the propulsion speed is extremely fast. Eight days ago, he took three side towns of Suizi. On the same night, 30,000 cavalry attacked the Qinghe River for more than 300 miles and slaughtered 100,000 cities. This kind of combat power is comparable to the rumored extreme north heavy cavalry. To win the Mengyang Army, you have to take their cavalry first. In terms of cavalry, we are short-sighted and must not fight hard. Qinghe County is full of plains, which is very suitable for cavalry to attack. So in the past few days, I have been arranging my subordinates to dig trenches around Qinghe City, arrange iron thistles, horse traps, and various traps. As long as their cavalry come out of the city, they can Trapped! The rest of the battle is our strength. Li Siam, the leader of the Cang navy, said with a low smile.

"Good! Li Dutong's move is good. Now there is no way to seize any opportunity. It depends on who is well prepared and who is full of momentum!" General Yan praised.

Yang Yu, the general of Aoyu's long-shooting general, said, "The imperial capital machine has sent a new batch of yellow pine crossbows and ospreys*, which are all newly driven out, and the imperial palace Yuehua is waiting to personally supervise and build them. Especially Osprey*, with a range of 700 steps away, and Huang Song's crossbow, ten arrows in a row only kill five breaths, and 40,000 proud feathers can shoot 400,000 arrows for five breaths. Even if an iron curtain is pressed down, even if Mengyang is strong, there is nowhere to hide.

"The 60,000 steps of the Yanzi Army are also ready to go to the battlefield at any time." Zhou Hu, a lieutenant of Yanzi Military Academy, just said briefly, and his determination was clear at a glance.

"It seems that everyone is well prepared and has the heart to win. It's a good thing. However, that's the soldiers, the tactics are both true and false. Will Mengyang Army follow our ideas?" General Yan put his hand on the military power tiger charm on the table, stroked the seal symbolizing the power of the three armies, and whispered, "I'm very strange all the way. Since Mengyang people came to fight us, aren't they worried? How much pressure should they bear for so many warriors to travel thousands of miles? In the past few days, I deliberately didn't move. Let's see how long the Mengyang warrior can stand. Now that we don't move, they won't move!"

"Also, Qinghe City has a population of 110,000 and was slaughtered overnight. Let's not talk about the speed of killing, what about the corpses? Did anyone see how to deal with the body? Just piled up in the city and let it rot? The bodies of 100,000 people have been piled up for seven or eight days, and it should stink. Isn't the Mengyang army afraid of giving birth to a plague to infect the whole army? How can we fight when the epidemic comes out?

"These two problems are contradictory and have been bothering me. I always feel that this battle is not so simple!" General Yan's mutilated nose opened slightly and sighed deeply.

Hearing this, the generals looked at each other and felt a chill behind them in an instant. I'm afraid this is General Yan's excellence. He can always see what everyone can't see. His thinking will not follow most people's ideas, and he can always consider the slightest clues.

Indeed, there are also spies wandering in Fanyang these days. There is indeed cooking smoke rising at the meal time in the city, and there is the sound of practice in the morning. At night, the torch of the city is clear, and it seems that it is indeed going to stay in Qinghe City. No one saw how they dealt with the bodies. 100,000 people were really piled up in the city and let them rot? Aren't you afraid of the plague epidemic? Plague on the battlefield is more terrible than the enemy. If you get sick, you can't use it when you should work hard. You will be chased and beaten to death. Even before you go to the battlefield, the plague will kill the samurai first.

Suddenly, I felt that the Mengyang warriors with military flags on the head of the city were straight and motioned, just like a walking corpse. Samurai has always believed in ghosts and gods, only believing in knives in their hands, but if they really want to look like that, they still feel shudder.

If something is abnormal, there must be a demon! I feel more and more that this still quiet city ghost is full of vitality. Thinking that there are still 100,000 rotting corpses in it, that fierce resentment makes people unwilling to approach half a step.

"You don't have to worry, I'll just say it casually. No matter how much you plan for the war, it's useless. It's nothing more than soldiers coming to cover up the water and the earth. You have been with me for so many years, but have you ever written a long battle plan? It has always been to fight and run. It depends on each other's ability to win or not. General Yan smiled and said two words of relief.

"General, our army's spying is now weak. Without the ghost department, the army is like a blind man. Yesterday, Mengyang's scout was less than an arrow away from our camp. We couldn't help it. Several children couldn't help shooting a few arrows, didn't even hit the shadow, and they were shot over by others... I took the sea The eagle and dog spies of the army have been sent out. There is damage every day, and there is no useful information!" Li Siam said.

"Don't worry about this Cang navy. My son Yin Zhe can serve as a scout, and Yin Zhe will be responsible for the spies to attack and search for intelligence."

Li Siam suddenly remembered that when he returned to the three counties in the southwest a few days ago, the young man with a tremish body grinned. Since General Yan had said so, he could naturally rest assured. Yin Zhe's skills came from Fengque's assassin. Fengque, as an organization that had been passed down for hundreds of years, was indeed successful, but when his majesty suppressed the world, he was ruthlessly erased. Moreover, Yin Zhe is the only son of General Yan. Two years ago, he was alone as a proton of the barbarians in the Far North. He was bold, and his mental strategy was even more handed down by General Yan. He was relieved that the young man was responsible for reprimanding the spy.

"You soldiers, don't relax your vigilance and prepare for war at any time. The more calm you are, the more you can't relax. This is in the land of Fanyang. We can only win, not lose! Do you remember?" General Yan roared in a low voice.

"Yes, General!" The generals answered in unison with solemn and resolute expression.

A veteran has become the last pillar supporting Fanyang, and the old man is determined to be thousands of miles away? Maybe it's just that I can't help wearing strong armor. How sad it was when the children and grandchildren were supposed to be around their knees, but they rushed to the battlefield with gray hair!