But, once it goes on for a long time.”
As Liu Mingzhi spoke, he set off and walked towards the neatly planted bushes a few steps away.
"Baoyu."
"Commander?"
Liu Mingzhi raised his hand, grasped a branch, and slowly pressed it down. When he pressed the branch to the extreme, he suddenly released his palm.
In an instant, the branch immediately bounced back.
"Baoyu, once it lasts for a long time.
Those barbarians will be like the branches just now, the harder you press them, the stronger they will rebound in the end."
After listening to Mr. Liu's words, Zhou Baoyu nodded with sudden realization.
"Commander, I finally understand."
Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and nodded, casually raising his hands and looking up at the western sky.
"If you want to stabilize the situation in various countries, relying solely on brute force and killing will never work.
You can kill one person, you can kill ten people, you can even kill tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.
However, you can't kill all the people, right?
If we want to completely stabilize the situation there, we have to do it gradually."
"How do Marshal, Marshal Zhang, and Marshal Nangong plan to deal with this matter?"
"Now they are thinking of ways to support a new group of noble forces, as well as the emerging forces of princes and ministers.
Then use these new forces to fight against the old forces.
Judging by time, their plan should be almost in progress.
As long as the situation in these countries is completely stabilized, they can continue to lead their troops westward."
Zhou Baoyu nodded with a clear expression, lifted the wine gourd and took a big sip of wine.
"Yes, only by completely stabilizing the situation in these countries can we continue to march westward.
Otherwise, Zhang Shuai, Nangong Shuai and the others are likely to face the crisis of being attacked from both sides."
Liu Mingzhi raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Baoyu happily.
"Baoyu, you are still very smart!
If you continue to be so smart, given time, you will be able to command the soldiers of the three armies and go to war."
When Zhou Baoyu heard Mr. Liu's teasing words, his face suddenly turned pale and he waved his hand quickly.
"Commander, please stop teasing the general.
I know best how capable the general is.
With his skills as a junior general, there is no problem in serving as a general who charges into battle with one guard.
As for the position of marshal of the three armies, I would never even dare to think about it."
"Humble, humble."
"Commander, I really have no humility. What I said is the truth.
With the general's character and the overall situation, he is not the material to be a marshal of the armed forces."
Liu Mingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and patted Zhou Baoyu's shoulder.
"Then find a way to change your character and try to make yourself that kind of material."
"Commander, the general is already so old, how can he change if he changes again?
What's more, the situation is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. How can it be so easy to change one's own character?
Won’t change it, won’t change it anymore.
The general is already very satisfied with his current situation."
Zhou Baoyu happily took a sip of wine and took a long breath with a calm expression.
"As the saying goes, he who is content is always happy!"
"Okay, now that you've said that, I won't say anything more."
"Commander, the general just wants to do one thing right now."
"Huh? What happened?"
Zhou Baoyu grinned and looked at Mr. Liu happily.
"The general is thinking about when I will have the opportunity to fight fiercely on the battlefield under your command again."
Liu Mingzhi exhaled with a sigh, took the wine gourd from Zhou Baoyu's hand, held it in his hand and poured it into his mouth.
"Good brother, there will be opportunities, there will be opportunities."
Zhou Baoyu suddenly became happy: "Commander, are you serious about this?"
Liu Mingzhi thrust the wine gourd into his hand and rolled his eyes angrily.
"Damn it, you are a battle-hardened veteran, can you be of some use?
Look at what you look like now, you look like you've never been on the battlefield."
"Yes, yes, the commander-in-chief is right. The general knows he is wrong."
Liu Mingzhi casually took out the jade fan and walked toward the pavilion slowly.
"Brother, Baoyu, let's not talk about these things.
Let’s go drink, the three of us brothers will have a rest after getting drunk today.”
"Okay, we won't go home until we get drunk."
"Commander, you said it, so you have to get drunk today!"
The three people who returned to the pavilion exchanged cups and cups again.
When the sun sets over the west mountain, the lanterns are already lit in the Liu Mansion.
Qi Yun, the Queen, her sisters, and Zhang Wanjun looked helplessly at the three people lying drunk on the stone table, and shook their heads angrily.
"Here comes someone."
"My slave is here."
"Take it back."
"Yes, slave sisters obey."
The next day.
About three poles high in the sun.
Liufu Garden, Qiu Shuang Pavilion.
Young Master Liu looked at Liu Chengqian, Zhou Tong'er and the others with a smile on his face. They looked narrowly at Zhou Baoyu who was sitting opposite with a depressed look on his face.
"uh-huh."
Liu Mingzhi coughed lightly and happily picked up the hangover soup on the stone table.
"Brother."
"Why."
"This is your hangover soup, drink it quickly."
"OK."
"Baoyu, this is yours."
Zhou Baoyu picked up his sobering soup and looked at his caring little cotton-padded jacket with a depressed expression.
After countless calculations, I still didn’t escape in the end!
Zhou Baoyu took a few sips of the hangover soup, and his eyes became more and more helpless.
To be continued...