"If I, the king, are a fool and are trapped in the enemy's territory, then I should simply give up the idea of escape and cause as much damage as possible to help the army accumulate an advantage."
"Just watch, Shu Hu Hu Lu will soon cause an uproar. When the time comes, Wang Zhen will naturally come and beg me to take action to eliminate Shu Hu Hu Lu."
Seeing that Zhao Huan was so confident, Li Shishi also secretly made up her mind, but she still asked: "Is it that Wang Zhen is not capable of destroying Shu Huhu Lu?"
Zhao Huan raised the corner of his mouth and let out a chuckle: "Skills have specializations, and Wang Zhen is the commander-in-chief, who is responsible for large-scale operations, controlling the current situation and overall strategy."
"Special operations are not within his scope of business."
"Didn't I say it before? If Wang Zhen wants to destroy Shuhu Hulu, he will need to mobilize tens of thousands of troops."
"A hundred times more powerful than the enemy? What a huge consumption of manpower and material resources? Isn't it such a loss?"
"So, the only thing Wang Zhen can do is to block it, not to annihilate it."
Although Li Shishi also knew some military knowledge, he believed that he could not even compare to one ten thousandth of Zhao Huan's ability.
She looked at Zhao Huan and couldn't help but smile and sigh: "Your Majesty has just arrived in Taiyuan and has already thought through everything that may happen next. No wonder people say you are the God of War."
Zhao Huan deserves this title. In terms of military attainments, he can't even keep up with super bosses such as Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Yue Fei and Bai Qi at their peak.
Of course, to put it another way, Zhao Huan was so thick-skinned that he accepted the nickname "Military God" on the spot.
Zhao Huan, who had already changed into his regular clothes, put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "I am not the God of War, who else dares to call himself the God of War?"
Seeing Zhao Huan's shameless appearance, Master Li couldn't help but cover his mouth and burst into laughter.
"Is there no word of shame in the prince's heart?"
Zhao Huan made a sound and said disapprovingly: "How much does shame cost per catty?"
"If integrity were useful, there wouldn't be so many weaklings in the court."
Hearing this, Master Li asked directly: "Isn't there a good official in the court?"
Zhao Huan actually sighed on the spot: "Looking at the entire court, more than 90% of them are good officials..."
"It's a pity that a good official does not mean a capable minister."
"There are many officials in the court who love the people like their own children, have a breeze on their sleeves, and care about their family and country, but they are still weaklings..."
"This is the real tragedy of the Song Dynasty."
As far as Zhao Huan knew, the vast majority of die-hard surrenderers in the court were actually good officials, and their fates were extremely heroic and tragic. Those who surrendered to the enemy were only a minority.
They just stubbornly believed that surrendering to the Jin Kingdom was the only way to extend the life of the Song Dynasty.
Just like those officials who suppressed the warring factions and even used any means to fight against dissidents, many of them died for their country.
When no one can convince anyone, then the only choice is party fighting.
This is why, although many officials were unhappy with Zhao Huan, they did not take action against Zhao Huan, because they also understood that Zhao Huan was helping the Song Dynasty survive.
Li Shishi looked at Zhao Huan infatuatedly, the stronger his admiration for Zhao Huan in his heart, and the stronger his love for him.
"Your Majesty, how many things are in your head?"
"He has such a thorough understanding of everything in the world. He is as wise as a demon."
Zhao Huan grinned and did not explain.
I wonder what is in my head? Of course it is nine years of compulsory education, five years of higher education, plus two years of severe beatings from society.
Xiao Yan'er's face was flushed. She was obviously just ordered to take care of Zhao Huan's travels and daily life, but she had already regarded herself as Zhao Huan's personal maid.
Even though she had changed her clothes, she still stretched her hands from Zhao Huan's waist from behind and fiddled with Zhao Huan's belt.
A hot little face was pressed against Zhao Huan's back, taking advantage of Zhao Huan in every way.
"The prince's talent is unparalleled in ancient times and today. The slave family feels lucky just to serve the prince."
"It's getting late. Do you want to rest, Your Majesty? I will take care of you."
Zhao Huan glanced at the bright sun outside the window, pulled Xiao Yaner's hand away, and said angrily: "You are forcing me to be arrogant and lewd!"
"No wonder the princess never likes you."
ah?!
Xiao Yan'er suddenly became extremely nervous: "Your Highness, the Princess, doesn't like the slave family? No way!"
Zhao Huan snorted softly: "Why not? As the saying goes, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. You are corrupting my noble sentiments in various ways all day long. The princess will naturally regard you as a scourge."
"If you want the princess to like you, you have to show some positive energy and stop thinking about sleeping with me all day long."
These words were originally meant to scare Xiao Yan'er, but they turned out to be a big mistake.
Xiao Yaner suddenly became enlightened and her eyes shone brightly: "I understand!"
"From now on, the slave family must also supervise the prince!"
Zhao Huan sighed secretly, was too lazy to pay attention to Xiao Yan'er, turned around and walked towards the door.
"My lord, where are you going?"
Li Shishi and Xiao Yaner almost said the same thing.
Zhao Huan did not look back: "Go and do something for the sacrificed soldiers."
Li Shishi stood up immediately: "I will accompany the prince."
The yard where the sacrificed soldiers were placed was not far from the inn. By the time Zhao Huan arrived at the scene, Wang Daquan and Zhu Peng had already made extensive preparations.
Spiritual flags were hung in the yard, and even local Taoist priests were invited.
A large number of onlookers gathered outside the gate. Seeing Zhao Huan walking towards the courtyard gate, a sharp-eyed young man suddenly shouted with great excitement.
"Look! The man wearing light blue clothes is Prince Ding!"
"Before Genyue held a fund-raising conference, I went to the scene in person to see the prince's style. Hahaha, I didn't expect that the prince actually came to Taiyuan!"
"Wow, is this King Ding? Sure enough, he has a majestic appearance."
"Why does the prince have to do nothing when he arrives in Taiyuan? Who is he doing it for?"
"I heard that on the way here, we encountered enemies, and dozens of our escorts died in the battle."
"Yes, I saw it too. When the prince entered the city, he brought many coffins with him. It turned out that they were all sacrificial guards."
"Oh my God, the prince actually keeps the sacrificial bodyguard with him all the time? And he also personally performs rituals for the bodyguard?! Is there such a prince in the world?"
"It's rare but strange! Did you know that there is a Hall of Heroes in Prince Ding's Mansion, which enshrines the seventeen martyrs who died in Bianjing?"
"He loves his soldiers as much as his sons, and his loyalty lasts forever. He is worthy of being King Ding!"
More and more people gathered outside the door. After all, they had never seen a prince doing nothing for a sacrificial guard. They found it novel and admired him extremely.
Because of this ritual, Zhao Huan caused a sensation in the whole city on the first day he arrived in Taiyuan Mansion.
Countless literati and righteous people came here just to have a look at King Ding.
At the same time, a stronghold in Taiyuan Prefecture was attacked.