After resettling the special envoy Zhang Hun and his group, Geshuhan returned to the inner hall of the mansion. The big golden sword sat on Hu's bed. His anger was unrestrained. A deep black line floated on his frown.
"It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable!"
Geshuhan threw a jade cup out in resentment, and a crisp sound was heard, and the exquisite thing instantly turned into pieces.
His brother Shuhan is not an unreasonable person. He just used force to fight him to a decisive battle, but did not take into account the possible consequences. Marines and wars are about step by step, and the most taboo is to avoid greed for success and advancement. The Battle of Hehuang is a war related to the destiny of the two countries. The battle at each pass is about the victory or defeat of the war. How can one not be careful if one wins the war? In the vast Chiling, only by taking the Shibao City can one go over the Chiling and then seize the Dafeichuan and Jiuqu. But this Shibao City is built on a cliff and peak, towering into the clouds. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it is easy to seize?
If there is no sufficient food and grass reserves, reasonable troops will be dispatched even if the 150,000 troops are surrounded by Shibao City, they will only have to stare at me!
"Master, can you listen to what Mr. Gao said?"
Gao Shi thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.
"Dafu, tell me!" Geshuhan felt depressed, and his tone also smelled of gunpowder.
Gao Shi smiled and said, "Actually, it might be a good thing to attack Shibao City quickly."
"Oh?" Brother Shuhan suddenly felt excited and waved his hand and said, "What are the insights of Dafu?"
Gao Shi gently stroked his beard and said, "Shibao City is in the hands of Tubo people one day, and the food and grass from Fuqi City can be continuously transported to Chiling. Even if we stockpile the rations for three months, how can we drag over the Tubo people? Besides, the climate of Chiling is high and cold, and winter comes early. If it really drags until September, it will probably snow in October."
Geshuhan nodded and said, "You are right, this is what I am worried about. So I plan to advance the battle until April to avoid the cold winter that cannibalism in Chiling."
"So, it is the best way to quickly attack Shibao City. The longer we drag it, the more we suffer. Besides, didn't the general build a Shenwei City on the northeastern side of Qinghai?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Geshuhan's eyes and praised: "Dafu is really my Xun Wenruo and Zhang Zifang. If you have one, you will be better than thousands of troops!"
Just as he was sighing, a personal soldier walked into the inner hall to report: "Report to the Grand Commander, Li Duwei is back!"
"Quickly invite me!" Geshuhan thought to himself. Whether he could stab the Tubo people hard depends on what he did.
After a while, Li Kuo entered the inner hall of the Jiedu Palace under the guidance of his personal soldiers.
The boy stepped forward a few steps and knelt down on one knee and said, "I will meet Brother Shu Dama!"
Brother Shuhan smiled and went up to meet him. Xu helped Li Kuo up and said, "Thank you for your hard work, General Li, why not come to the banquet I prepared tonight, which is also considered as a welcome to you!"
Li Kuo nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Marshal."
Geshuhan was very satisfied. Although this young man was a little younger, his behavior was based on his reasoning, which made people very useful. If he cultivated it carefully, he would become a great person in the future.
"I wonder what useful information can I hear when Li Duwei led his scout camp to cross Chiling and sneak into the hinterland of Tubo this time?"
Geshuhan cleared his throat and finally spoke up.
"This time, the general went to the west of Qinghai to bring good news to the general!" The young man changed his tone and smiled and said, "Most the grain and grass used by Tubo's generation of garrisons in Chiling were transported from Fuqi City. After analyzing the terrain, the general used a plan to break through Fuqi City, and burned all the 500,000 stones of grain stored in the city in a fire!"
Geshuhan's tiger body was shocked and said anxiously: "What, have you burned all the food stored in Fuqi City?"
“That’s right!”
Geshuhan was overjoyed and patted his thighs and said, "It's God that helps me. I'm worried that the Tubo people have the advantage of food and grass to carry out the tricks to the end. Now Li Duwei solved the problem for me. If all the men of the Tang Dynasty are like Li Duwei, Jiuqu, Dafeichuan is just around the corner!"
Li Kuo's cheeks were red with shame, and he hugged his fists and said, "The Grandmaster is acclaimed."
Brother Shuhan waved his hand and said, "My brother Shuhan is a straightforward person. He hates playing those words. He will reward any merits and punish any mistakes. This is the military rule I followed in the Tang Dynasty. Let's do this. I will record your contributions for you. After the Battle of Hehuang, I will personally submit my words for you!"
The haze over the past few days has been wiped out, and Geshuhan is overjoyed.
"Qilang, you really made great contributions this time! The Grand Marshal regarded you as a child raised!" Gao Shi gently stroked his beard and exclaimed. At first, he just thought that Li Kuo was a steady and steadfast general. Now it seems that this boy is quite eager and intelligent, and it is rare to be able to judge the overall situation from a strategic perspective.
"Uncle Gao, if you say this again, Kuo'er is really ashamed." Li Kuo was still young and was praised for being so arrogant that he quickly shook his head to wake up.
"There are Gundamfu in literature and Li Qilang in martial arts. My brother Shuhan must eliminate the troubles of the Tang Dynasty!" Brother Shuhan clenched his fists and slammed hard on the table, and said word by word.
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There were more than a dozen men wearing black cloaks walking through an alley on Xuanjia Street, and a dazzling white color was leaping between them. They rang left and right, but they never stopped at all. The vendor who was kicked over the fruit sauté stall whispered a few words and felt bored. He picked up the cut cake that fell to the ground, wiped it clean and shouted again.
"Selling cut cakes, crispy and crispy cut cakes!"
This generation is located on the back of the noisy and lively Guiren Street, which is quite quiet. Apart from several stores with tea flags and wine banners, there are almost no pedestrians.
The group stopped in front of a teahouse called "Keranju". The leader of a man in black shirt strided forward and talked to the waiter. Not long after, he nodded and walked into the shop with the middle-aged man in white beside him.
The group sat in front of a round table beside the window. The middle-aged man nodded to the black shirt guard. The black shirt guard stood up with understanding and shouted loudly to the waiter:
"Go and ask Mr. Gao to come over quickly!"
The waiter repeatedly claimed that he was, and quickly ran to the second floor.
After about a cup of tea, a young man in a dark red folded robe walked down the pavilion. He was about thirty years old, with fair skin and tight face, and he welcomed the man in white with a smile on his face.
"Duke Song is here, why don't you tell me? Gao is here to pay homage to you, and he is disrespectful."
The black-shirt guard sneered: "I didn't expect that Gao Xiuyan, the nephew of Anxi's great guerilla general, would be afraid? I also said that you don't even take the saint seriously."
Gao Xiuyan looked unhappy. Seeing that the person at the top of the camp was only a small official at the level of the lieutenant, he dared to speak to him like this. If it weren't for the face of his master Song Hun, he would have immediately called his personal soldiers to depose him!
"Why are you standing there if you don't invite General Gao to the table?" Song Hun stared at Gao Xiuyan with a smile and said lightly.
"Hmph!" The man in black waved his sleeves and shouted angrily.
Gao Xiuyan was slapped in a crisp slap, and her face was covered in darkness.
After barely entering the seat, he took the initiative to seek reconciliation and said, "It's not that Gao intends to neglect Duke Song, but that Duke Song is a special envoy and bears the emperor's grace. He should go to the governor's office to announce the imperial edict first. If I go rashly at that time, I am afraid that it will be a good deed for myself and Duke Song."
Song Hun knocked his finger and said, "General Gao did the right thing, Song didn't mean to blame the general. We all do things for Li Xiangguo, so we should work together." He deliberately bit the three words Li Xiangguo very seriously, reminding Gao Xiuyan that everything he gained was derived from Li Linfu's promotion and appreciation.
Gao Xiuyan smiled a little embarrassedly: "What did Mr. Song say? How could Gao forget Li Xiang's grace for cultivation? It's just that the border wars have been in a tight time and there is no time to visit him."
Song Hun pulled out a piece of letter from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
"Li Sang asked me to hand over this letter to you, and I hope you don't let him down."
Gao Xiuyan frowned. The letter was sealed with fire mud, and no one could know its content. What made him puzzled was what would Li Linfu, the old fox, ask him to do when the war in Longyou began? The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. It seemed that there was a claw in his heart that was scratching and it was crazy. However, due to etiquette, he could not open it on the spot.
He slowly picked up the letter and carefully placed it in the mezzanine of the robe sleeve. Gao Xiuyan poured a glass of wine for Song Hun and said, "I am the apprentice brought out by Li Xiang. Can you still forget your master's master no matter how developed the apprentice is? Don't worry, even if Li Xiang asked me to chop off my own mother now, I, Mr. Gao, wouldn't say a word!"
Song Hun frowned. Gao Xiuyanduan was full of military aura, so how could he have the temperament of a wealthy and prominent family? Li Xiangguo handed over the task to him because he was afraid that he had misunderstood the person.
"Mr. Song may stay for a while during this trip. Maybe he can kill a few barbarians and earn a lot of military merits!"
Gao Xiuyan raised his glass and drank it all, and said with a hearty smile.
"I still don't get involved in that fun anymore, so Song just moved his pen to the ability. If he really defended his country, he would rely on a pillar of the country like General Gao."
Song Hun waved his hand and politely declined Gao Xiuyan's kindness.
"Don't say that the lamb has no strong integrity, and all scholars have accomplished their careers since ancient times."
Song Hun is not a reckless man who relies on the knife to make a living, nor does he mind doing a bloody business of exchanging fame and fortune.
Throughout history, since the pre-Qin and Han dynasties, we really want to help the world, but we still rely on the glorious ministers! (Note 1)
Note 1: This is Song Hun’s view, and it is also the view of most literati, but not mine. I have always believed that the strength of a country still depends on the support of strong military forces. Without a strong national defense, how can a stable development environment be found?
ps: The cut cake is too powerful. I let it show off and put on soy sauce... Isn't it quite funny?
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