In the dark and vast camp, hundreds of faces were extremely gloomy.
After listening to Xu Yang's narration, everyone felt solemn and did not even dare to breathe.
Quiet, still quiet, the sudden change was like thunder, shocking all these guys who were complacent before.
Xu Yang has a strong heart and has passed the point of shock; now, he is the calmest person in this scene. He stood upright and said nothing, but his eyes swept over every face unscrupulously.
Wherever his eyes glanced, people would lower their heads.
Xu Yang's gaze was so sharp, but some of his previous actions were even scarier than his current gaze, which left a deep impression on these people; no one dared to look at him.
As he watched, Xu Yang's eyes moved to the center of the camp; there, a young man in rich clothes did not choose to avoid it, but raised his head and looked straight into Xu Yang's intimidating gaze.
As the head coach of the Fan Chuan Army, he believed that he was not afraid of Xu Ram, so he could not be defeated by a single glance.
Xu Yang was speechless. When he saw the young man, the domineering and fierce look in his eyes gradually faded away; but even though his eyes were narrowed, they were still...like a knife.
"Xu Ram, if you have something to say, just say it. There is no need to act like you are looking down on the world."
In the end, the young man couldn't resist. He rolled his eyes reluctantly and avoided Xu Yang's gaze.
"Well, since the coach has spoken, I will speak out and fight!"
Xu Yang's voice was not loud, but each word was as heavy as a thousand words.
war!?
One word, bombarded in the camp, immediately set off a storm; those quiet people could no longer be quiet, and began to whisper and whisper to each other.
"Our strategy is to annex Liaozhou and dominate Guandong, but we have never thought about going to war with the imperial court."
"Zhiyang is a small town, so it's not a bad idea to give up temporarily."
"I don't know how many troops and horses the imperial court has dispatched this time. If there are only tens of thousands of people, it won't be enough to cause trouble."
"I'm just afraid that there will be more than tens of thousands of people. If the Chinese imperial court unites with the Liu family of Zhongzhou, hundreds of thousands of troops will invade the border. How will we resist?"
.......
The discussions started as "whispering" and gradually turned into an uproar.
Xu Yang did not join in the discussion, he was listening quietly; in fact, even if he didn't listen, he could guess what these people were thinking.
"quiet!"
The "young coach" slapped the table and said sternly with a sullen expression: "If you have anything to say on the table, tell it to me, don't discuss it privately."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent, and no one dared to say another word.
"waste!"
The "young coach" slapped the table again, the anger on his face became even more intense, and he cursed: "I provide you with hundreds of dan or thousands of dan in money and food a year, but when something happens, you all turn into a coward."
It won’t work.”
The more he cursed, the more no one dared to say anything; the situation fell into a stalemate.
"you..."
The young coach hesitated to speak. When faced with such a situation, he only felt a headache and felt powerless.
"Xu Ram, tell me. You said you want to fight. Why do you want to fight? How to fight? How much are you sure of?"
The young coach looked at the people who were bowing their heads in silence, filled with endless anger; suddenly, he saw Xu Ram, who was tall and straight, with calm eyes. He seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and asked questions again and again.
"If we don't fight, then we have to lose Zhiyang. If Zhiyang is lost, the enemy will become stronger. If one goes away, the other will go up, and future battles will be more difficult to fight."
"Future battles? You mean, the enemy's target is not just Zhiyang?"
The young coach asked in a deep voice, with panic in his eyes that he was trying to hide.
"Of course it's not just Zhiyang. If we just invade and occupy Zhiyang, what will it do to the imperial court? Why do they want to occupy a mountain city thousands of miles away from China? If the entire Guandong falls into our hands, how much effort will the imperial court have to expend?
Hold on to an isolated city?" Xu Yang's voice was not loud, but it was so powerful that people had to believe it.
"But you said they only have tens of thousands of people."
"I said there were tens of thousands of people besieging Zhiyang, but that doesn't mean there were only tens of thousands of them." Xu Yang looked at the "coach" coldly, and said in a cold voice: "To be precise, there are tens of thousands of people in the vanguard.
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"Then tell me, how many are there?"
The "young coach" was obviously panicked, and the cover-up in his eyes was gone.
"Stop talking...three hundred thousand!" Xu Yang struggled to squeeze out a few words from the corner of his mouth, and they fell into the ears of the "coach" like thunder.
"It doesn't matter." It took the young coach a while to calm down and said to himself, "I still have 250,000 yuan worth of armor."
"Alas -" Xu Yang sighed, looked at the "coach" helplessly, and said softly: "Does the commander still remember the 'Huang Tiandao Uprising' back then?"
Huang Tiandao!
As soon as those three words came out, the "young coach" immediately turned pale.
Ten years ago, there was a demon Taoist in Jiangzhou who called himself the "Holy Son of Huang Tian". He widely promoted his heresy that "the sky has been destroyed and Huang Tian should take over." He deceived many lower-class people and set off a massive "Huang Tiandao Uprising", which was at its peak.
At that time, he was known as One Hundred Thousand Yellow Clothes!
However, the Ye and Tan families only gathered 20,000 people and solved the trouble within a month!
The combat capabilities of the regular army and the rebel army are never at the same level!
In this case, how can we fight?
There was only one voice roaring in the heart of the "young coach". An hour ago, he had dreamed of being crowned King; now, even survival has become a problem.
"Xu Ram, you know that we are outnumbered and the enemy is outnumbered, but you still insist on fighting. What's your intention?"
The "young coach" suddenly darkened his face, glared at Xu Ramang, and shouted coldly.
He made up his mind that he would never be an enemy of the Jokhang court. At worst, he would return the land of Qingzhou and return to Lingzhou; it was even possible to accept the imperial offer.
"Commander, have you thought about it? The enemy is so menacing, and it is clear that they want to destroy us. If they are not firmly established, and we attack with thunder, we may be able to achieve some results and severely weaken their spirit; if not, we will have more difficulties in the future.
If we lose Zhiyang today, we will lose Lantai tomorrow, and we will lose Fanzhen the next day; in the end, where is our foothold?" Xu Yang said with certainty. Faced with the "coach"'s question, he did not
Fearful, neither humble nor arrogant.
"That's enough. Don't say any more. Among the hundreds of people in this camp, are you, Xu Yang, the only one who knows the art of war?"
The "young coach" was furious and blocked Xu Yang's idea of talking further. Before, he asked Xu Yang questions to break the ice; now, he thinks he is too talkative.
"Okay..." Xu Yang was not a pushover, and his anger was rising. Although he promised "coach", his cold and stern eyes clearly showed the chill of wanting to kill someone!
It was okay not to look at him, but at first glance, the "young coach" was frightened and even more angry.
"The current situation is unstable and the situation is unknown. I feel that it is not appropriate to act rashly. The expedient solution is to gather the scattered army and let's go back to Fanchuan. What do you think?"
The "young coach" stood up, tried to straighten his back, and glanced at everyone in front of him; however, the majestic gaze he pretended never fell on Xu Yang.
On the surface, he was asking everyone; but in reality, he had already made up his mind and stated his own opinion, so there was no room for opposition from others.
"I...support the commander-in-chief's proposition."
After a long time, one person made a trembling voice and chose to support.
"good"
A smile appeared on the corner of the "Young Coach"'s mouth, he glanced at the man with admiration, and then said: "Mr. Chen has expressed his position, and you can't shirk it."
"I also support the commander-in-chief's idea." Someone else said.
"I also support the commander-in-chief's proposition."
"And me."
"Me too."
"We will wait and support the commander to the death."
...
Listening to the words of everyone in the camp, the smile on the face of the "young coach" grew wider and wider.
He thought in his mind: Xu Ram, no matter how arrogant you are, no matter how rebellious and extraordinary your strength is, there is only one person who can talk things over in Fanchuan Army, and that is me.
"Okay, if that's the case, then it's settled. You all gather your subordinates on your own, and remember to act quickly..."
"Commander, let me say it one last time, I advocate fighting to the death!"
"Young Coach" was mid-sentence, but was interrupted by Xu Yang without any scruples.
"What are you doing!?"
The face of the "young coach" suddenly changed, his expression was ferocious, and he fiercely squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth: "Xu Ram, do you want to die?"