Chapter 15 The Ides of December

The fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. The weather was freezing, and the atmosphere within Li Gu Town, at the very center of the Jin army's sprawling camp, was practically frozen solid.

There was no help for it. With the nobles up above all wearing iron expressions, those below were inevitably constrained, layer by layer. Besides, those below had no reason to be happy... The Yellow River had frozen over on the tenth day of the month, and ever since then, the war of attrition had grown more intense by the day. Yet, up until yesterday, the fourteenth, countless armored soldiers had charged forward in a single mass, but they hadn't broken through the Song army's defenses. They'd only sent countless sons to their deaths in vain... Under such circumstances, to say nothing of the middle-ranking Meng'an and Mouke, even the officers of the Han Chinese auxiliary troops wore grim faces.

As for the lower-level soldiers, including the conscripted laborers, there was even less to be said. They were the ones who directly bore the brunt of the casualties. How could they possibly be happy?

That's right. Yesterday evening, the Jin army's first general offensive, which they had been preparing for three or four days, ended in such a muddled fashion.

It wasn't that they hadn't fought, it was just that the scene they had imagined – five wan households attacking from west to east, three wan households attacking from east to west, two wan households to the south, two wan households to the north, and Gao Jingshan launching a central offensive, everyone exerting themselves to the death, causing the Song army to collapse across the board – simply hadn't materialized.

With Wang Bolong's death, one wan household abruptly disappeared. In the afternoon battle, Shao He in the north was left to fight alone, and didn't dare launch any significant offensive against the Song army's most fortified northern defenses. In the east, Wanyan Ben Du, E Lu Bu, and Ali, who was out of position to provide reinforcements, along with Gao Qingyi and Pu Su Yue and other generals who had escaped from the city, mustered their spirits and tentatively attacked several times in accordance with their duties as soldiers, but then quickly retreated like cats tentatively pawing at something.

There was really no help for it. The disappearance of Wang Bolong and his wan household couldn't be concealed in the east and north. The morale of the wan households in the east, from top to bottom, had sunk to rock bottom. None of them had the spirit to fight to the death.

In the west, however, due to the vastness of the battlefield and the slowness of communication, Yu Bali Su's military orders were able to slightly rouse their remaining courage, and they launched two fierce charges. But without effective diversion from the east and north, their offensive was stubbornly repelled by the Song army, whose morale was soaring and who were receiving constant reinforcements.

In the end, as the Song army's second-line troops provided full support and began to display large quantities of spoils seized from Wang Bolong's troops, the Jin army's high command, fearing a collapse in morale at the front, had no choice but to sound the retreat.

In fact, at that time, some people were even worried that the Song army would use the severed heads of Jin soldiers as cannon stones to hurl back at them... If they didn't retreat, what else could they do?

"What's the story?"

Inside a reasonably spacious residence in the town, Gao Qingyi was sitting alone under the eaves, warming himself by a brazier as he drank fish soup. Beside him was a copy of the Song Dynasty's latest official report. Hearing someone enter, he didn't even raise his head, but asked directly.

The newcomer was none other than Shao He, the wan household of Bohai origin.

Hearing the question, he didn't answer directly. Instead, he had his attendant help him remove his helmet and armor. Then, he took a bowl and spoon himself, sat down opposite Gao Qingyi, ladled himself a bowl of hot soup, took a few sips, and then sighed heavily.

"What's the story? It's a complete mess. Not worth talking about!"

"We still have to talk about it. Just talk about it in detail." Gao Qingyi's expression was calm. "We've already experienced what happened yesterday. Can we still be scared?"

"It's just arguing..." Shao He picked up the bowl and took a few more sips. Only then did he let out a long breath and begin to speak. "Seven or eight wan households not on the eastern front are still in a daze even today. They simply don't believe that an entire wan household could be wiped out so quickly, especially Wang Bolong's wan household. It wasn't until E Lu Bu had people dump Wang Bolong's frozen corpse in the courtyard that they dared to believe it. Then they started shifting the blame, saying that the ones on the eastern front had refused to come to the rescue. Later, Pu Su Yue went up and recounted what he had seen on the city walls. Only then did that matter pass. Then they all shifted the blame again, saying that Wang Bolong was a misleader of the country, and then they went on to say that E Lu Bu and Ali hadn't provided adequate reinforcements. That fellow Wanyan Ben Du even blamed it on Commander Gao in the city, which led to me arguing with him for half the day."

Gao Qingyi's expression didn't change, as if he didn't care about the matter. "Is that all? What did the Prince of Wei and the Marshal say? Did they discuss future strategies?"

"That's exactly what I was going to say." Shao He said in a muffled voice. "After arguing for a long time, the Fourth Prince simply kept silent. Maybe he was aggravated by Wang Bolong and aggravated an old injury. Anyway, I don't know what he was thinking. Bali Su didn't come until noon. He just said that he was going to inspect the camps and distribute some rewards to the troops..."

"That's the right thing to do."

"Of course it's the right thing to do... Bali Su's arrival roughly stabilized the situation." Shao He picked up the bowl of soup and took two small sips before continuing. "After stabilizing the situation, this fellow put on the airs of a marshal and said a few proper-sounding things... First, he pointed out that Wang Bolong had been arrogant and misguided, lost his army, and disgraced himself, and that it had nothing to do with anyone else. Second, he promoted Pu Su Yue to temporary commander of a wan household, which meant piecing together the twenty or thirty Mouke that had been brought out of the city with the remnants of Wang Bolong's infantry and some conscripted soldiers to make up a wan household..."

"What else could he do?" Gao Qingyi finally showed some emotion, but it was a bitter smile. "A wan household was wiped out in such a muddled fashion... Even if it's just pieced together, he has to preserve the structure of the wan household, otherwise what will happen to morale?"

"It's better than nothing, I guess. As for morale, that thing has been gone since yesterday." Shao He put down the bowl and looked at the attendant feeding the horses in the courtyard. For a moment, he also looked dejected. "Actually, how could I not know that so many wan households, each commanded by either a veteran general or a noble, were arguing and creating chaos like this because they were afraid and were using this to cover it up? Even my argument with Ben Du was like that... By the end of the argument, some people were already shouting about retreating, retreating to Yanjing. Some people even said that we might as well leave tens of thousands of troops here to stand guard, while the rest of the army took advantage of the frozen Yellow River to go south to the walls of Tokyo, to do what... to besiege Wei to rescue Zhao." (a diversionary tactic)

"It won't come to that." Gao Qingyi paused for a long time before responding softly. "It won't come to that. We still have hundreds of thousands of troops. We've only lost a few thousand... Why would it come to this?"

"Commander Gao's words are a bit too glib." Shao He shook his head repeatedly. "Yesterday's battle wasn't as simple as losing a few thousand men... If we really want to talk about troop strength, now that we're examining it closely, just Wang Bolong's affair alone – forty Mouke were lost in the camp, and another one or two thousand were routed and trampled by the Song army's cavalry in Hedong. All together, it's just five or six thousand casualties and one wan household commander. And what about the Song army? The troops they used as bait also suffered heavy losses. I heard that in the west, in order to cover things up, they also sent out a force to fight to the death, and they also suffered heavy losses. It's not like they were completely unscathed... But no matter what, an entire wan household was directly wiped out! This isn't a matter of calculating troop strength!"

Gao Qingyi was silent. How could he not understand?

Wang Bolong's defeat yesterday wasn't just a matter of losing a few thousand men. It was a matter of an entire wan household, an elite, full-strength wan household, being wiped out in an instant, disappearing as an organized unit.

It was really completely gone.

The commander was dead, his corpse lying there. The battle flag was broken and trampled. Of the fifty-odd Mouke, a full forty were surrounded in the Song army's camp. Whether they were dead or had surrendered, forty Mouke were lost. Then, they were chased and trampled by the Song army's cavalry outside the ambush. They suffered one or two thousand casualties... Did he have to point to the remaining group of auxiliary infantry and the surviving few hundred cavalry and say that they were still there?

Even though Pu Su Yue had become a wan household commander, everyone knew that he was more like inheriting Gao Jingshan's wan household from inside the city. It was a change of military power within the Bohai people. In essence, it had nothing to do with Wang Bolong.

So, Wang Bolong's wan household was really and truly gone.

How many such wan households did the Jin army have?

Twenty?

Actually, there weren't that many.

On the surface, there were twenty, but in reality, wan households like Wang Bolong's, which belonged to the direct lineage, to the foundations that had existed since the founding of the dynasty, which were well-equipped, had elite soldiers, and had a continuous lineage, there simply weren't twenty of them anymore. Starting with Yanling and peaking at Yaoshan, they had been scattered and fragmented. The Jin army had lost three or four wan households. What's more, there was Huo Nu's mess in northern Shaanxi.

In fact, the importance of such organized military strength could also be seen from Yanling and Yaoshan... In the Battle of Yanling, they only lost ten-odd Meng'an, and they weren't even wiped out as organized units. But it caused the Jin army's offensive to collapse across the board, and Wanyan Tal Hai was transformed from a famous general of the past into a useless person who didn't dare to talk about war. Yaoshan was even worse. After one battle, they only suffered twenty or thirty thousand casualties, and everyone in the world knew that the Jurchens could no longer continue to advance strategically. Neither the Central Plains nor Guanxi were regions they could set foot in. Precisely because of this, this battle directly affected the overall situation of the world, reversing the trend.

Why did Wushu and his brothers establish a new army in Yanjing?

Besides checks and balances, the essence was that these old foundations were withering, and they had no choice but to seek to maintain a reassuring military force.

And speaking of reassurance, Wang Bolong's defeat wasn't just a matter of losing organized strength. He really used his seniority and the foundational nature of his troops to raise a question for all the Jin soldiers: If even his Wang Bolong's wan household could be easily wiped out in such a battlefield in such a short time, did that mean that all the wan households had lost their security in independent action?

It might be a bit of an exaggeration to think that way.

But now, not to mention the far-reaching impact, just the problem that the Jin army had to face was, after maintaining morale, what should they do next?

Clearly, the loss of this one wan household, and the subsequent failure of the first general offensive, had truly shaken the Jin army's high command's confidence in annihilating Yue Fei's troops and rescuing Yuancheng.

It had even affected their judgment of long-term strategy.

"Shao He."

After sitting listlessly under the eaves for a long time, watching the other man drink two bowls of soup and eat half a fish, Gao Qingyi finally spoke. "Please, you must do me a favor."

"What is it?" Shao He looked up in surprise.

"I want to meet with the Prince of Wei." Gao Qingyi said seriously.

Shao He immediately frowned. "You are a confidant of the Grand Commander, a so-called remnant of a criminal. With your status, how could the Prince of Wei trust you? If you want to say something, you might as well go see Bali Su. In my opinion, that marshal still has some sense of responsibility."

"Bali Su has a sense of responsibility, but the Prince of Wei is the one who really makes the decisions in general, so I still have to see the Prince of Wei." Gao Qingyi explained calmly. "As for being a remnant of a criminal... If he doesn't believe me, I'll have done my best."

"Doing your best for whom?" Shao He frowned and asked.

Gao Qingyi avoided the question.

"Fine!" Shao He stood up with a stern face. "I've drunk two bowls of your fish soup. I should repay your kindness. I'll say a word for you, just saying that Commander Gao has some words to pass on to you. As for whether the Prince of Wei is willing to see you, that's none of my business."

Gao Qingyi simply remained silent.

However, as the sun continued to sink westward, the brazier gradually went out, the soup pot cooled down, Gao Qingyi, who had been sitting listlessly under the corridor, finally waited for the Prince of Wei Wanyan Wushu to send a personal guard. Then, after being searched, this Commander Gao was taken to Wushu's residence in the town before sunset.

Specifically, to the bedroom in the back house.

Wushu was lying on the Kang (heated brick bed), his face covered with a hot towel, while Shao He stood on one side. But as Gao Qingyi respectfully saluted the person on the Kang, then stood with his hands folded, Shao He simply left without saying a word.

For a time, there was only Wushu lying on his back on the Kang, Gao Qingyi standing inside the door with his hands folded, and two or three guards standing in the corners of the room to keep watch.

"You're Gao Qingyi?" Hearing the movement, Wushu didn't move at all, not even removing the hot towel that covered his eyes. "That confidant clerk of Zong Han... It's said that after reading Xiyin's political reform documents, Zong Han had prepared to make you Xiyin's deputy, to serve as deputy prime minister?"

"The criminal is Gao Qingyi." Gao Qingyi bowed slightly. "That is indeed the case."

"What ability do you have to be a deputy prime minister?" Wushu's tone was cold.

"Perhaps it's just because I was close to the Grand Commander, so there was such a joke?" Gao Qingyi answered sincerely with his hands folded.

"Then, you and Zong... you and the Grand Commander, how close were you?" Wushu was still lying there motionless.

"The Grand Commander died in the Shangshutai. She Yema (Zong Han's eldest son) heard that the government troops had surrounded the mansion in the mansion, and while crying, he took the sinner's hand and said that he hated that he and his son had not listened to the sinner's words earlier, which led to today's disaster..." Gao Qingyi calmly replied. "That's probably the extent of our closeness?"

Perhaps the face towel had become cold, Wushu finally tore the thing from his face, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes to glare at the man.

Gao Qingyi simply stood respectfully with his hands folded.

The two sides were deadlocked for a moment, and the ruling prince of the Great Jin Dynasty spoke again, his tone slightly strange: "According to Shao He, Commander Gao in the city has some private words that he only said to you, asking you to pass them on privately?"

"It's just an excuse for the sinner to ask General Shao He to introduce me." At this point, Gao Qingyi paused slightly before sighing. "As for Commander Gao, he just wants the sinner to tell His Highness the Prince of Wei that he has been given the grace of the Great Jin Dynasty for twenty years, and he will never disgrace the Jin Dynasty... These words don't count as any private words."

Hearing this, Wushu instead became gloomy, and also let out a long sigh on the couch, and then breathed a sigh: "Gao Jingshan is at least stronger than Wang Bolong..."

"The sinner has a word." Gao Qingyi suddenly interjected, and Wushu coldly glanced at the person, but did not have any reaction, and the former saw it, so he continued to speak. "Wang Bolong's crime is unforgivable, misleading the country and ruining things, that's for sure. But things have reached this point. In the sinner's view, Commander Gao also has inescapable responsibility... As the Commander of the Military Command of Daming Prefecture, he is unable to establish his authority and restrain his subordinates, and he has not been able to control Wang Bolong since the beginning of this battle, which is also a major reason for Wang Bolong's mistake in this country. What's more, since this battle, Commander Gao has acted conservatively, which is also a major reason why Yue Fei was able to succeed. Forgive the sinner for speaking frankly, Commander Gao also has a major responsibility."

Hearing these words, Wushu took a few deep breaths on the Kang, and was actually somewhat relieved.

It should be known that Gao Qingyi's words were exactly the thought that Wushu had been harboring in his heart since yesterday.

It was certain that Wang Bolong had misled the country, but he was already dead, and scolding him ten thousand times wouldn't relieve the hatred.

There was no need to mention Gao Jingshan's burning balloons yesterday by mistake, and it really couldn't be blamed on him, but his conservative military strategy since the beginning of this war was now seen as a major reason for causing such a situation.

And to say something heartbreaking, could it really be that Gao Jingshan couldn't restrain Wang Bolong? Did he have any intention of using Wang Bolong, a bastard, as a target to win over Shao He, Ali and others?

It was likely that he did, because Gao Jingshan himself was not a noble character.

Even further, Wang Bolong was defeated, morale was depressed. At this time, what was the operation of seizing the opportunity to send the elite troops in the city, especially the Bohai troops, out of the city? From a small point of view, it was certainly to preserve the living forces, but from a larger point of view, did he not want to defend the city? A commander, at this time, was still considering the retreat of his own family, and also wrote the depression on his face, but did not want to defend the city and maintain the overall situation for the country. Was this appropriate?

But the problem was that Gao Jingshan was still holding on in the city? Even if Wushu had ten thousand dissatisfactions, he couldn't say it, he could only remain silent. Or rather, he knew very well that after yesterday's battle, all the responsibility had to be borne by him, the Prince of Wei!

Bali Su could not share it.

Not only that, Bali Su and those people would only resent him Wushu for not being able to restrain Wang Bolong, and would also use this as a reason to demand that Wanyan Ben Du and other direct line Wan households further unconditionally obey the marshal's command.

Of course, thinking was thinking, and being relieved was being relieved. After a moment, Wushu sat up, but stared at the other person's eyes and coldly said:

"Gao Qingyi, Commander Gao has the grace to save your life. Don't stir up trouble, and Wang Bolong is domineering and arrogant, and the root cause is that Yanjing doesn't want Daming Prefecture to have too much military power, so it deliberately indulges him. What's more, there is also the saying of Bohai and Liaodi Han people... Gao Qingyi, I understand and tell you, in this matter, if you have to find someone to take responsibility other than Wang Bolong, it can only be me, the Prince of Wei... Do you understand?"

"Understood." Gao Qingyi replied very quickly.

"Say it, what do you want to say when you come to me?" Seeing the other party respond, Wushu was too lazy to care too much, just urged.

"Your Highness." Gao Qingyi immediately spoke earnestly. "I heard that yesterday Wang Bolong died in battle, and then the general offensive was defeated, so the military's morale was shaken, and people's hearts were thinking of change... Some people simply suggested taking advantage of the Yellow River's freezing to go south to attack Tokyo, to carry out the strategy of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao... Is this true?"

"There is such a thing... Do you want to make a statement?"

"Where would the sinner dare to make a statement?" Gao Qingyi softly replied. "But there are a few things and a few doubts. If I can't say them and ask them to the Prince of Wei face to face, I always feel uneasy in my heart..."

Wushu sneered, pretending to be disdainful, but did not open his mouth to stop him.

"The first thing... to go south to Tokyo, not to mention the risks of the war, just to say that the official family of Zhao Song is in Hedong. According to that person's temperament, and Yue Fei's decisiveness in using troops, can we really besiege Wei to rescue Zhao and dispatch the sixty or seventy thousand Song troops below Yuancheng?" Seeing this, Gao Qingyi did not waste any time, but unhesitatingly entered the essence of the problem. "And if we can't transfer Yue Fei, we will gather a large cavalry force in the wilderness to intercept... What is the purpose of going south? If we can't live well ourselves, we must also make the Song people not live well? Is that a child's tantrum, or a military strategy?"

Wushu glanced at the other party, although he still didn't say anything, but his expression had eased slightly.

"The second thing." Gao Qingyi couldn't help but sigh. "My Great Jin is certainly the Jurchens first, with the Wanyan family as the mainstay, but since the beginning of the army, the sources have been mixed, in addition to the Jurchens, there are Bohai people, Koreans, Liaodong Han people, Yanyun Han people, Xi people, Khitan people, and recently they are also wooing the Mongolians... Among them, the Bohai people and the Jurchens have a lot of origins, and they have always been mixed together, so they are quite useful... But now, Da Tabuye has died in battle, Da Mao has died in battle, and the sinner can be regarded as having lost his future. Only Commander Gao and Shao He are left... If even Commander Gao is abandoned..."

"How to say abandoned?" Wushu suddenly interrupted the other party. "If we go south, isn't it also to save Commander Gao? Wang Bolong was defeated and died, which is not a pity, but it also made it difficult to restore the siege... The icing period is these days, and no one knows how many days we can fight. The military's morale is not boosted, and then it will only get worse and worse. Continuing to stay here and attack forcefully is not the same as sitting and watching Yuancheng being trapped? In my opinion, it's better to go south and carry out the strategy of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao. That's the real rescue!"

"Perhaps it is also a rescue." Gao Qingyi calmly replied. "But the problem is, will those Han soldiers and soldiers in Yuancheng think that the Prince of Wei is saving them? When Yue Fei came to the city that day, there was a Han soldier riot on the spot. Now Commander Gao has sent many Mouke out of the city, and it is already difficult to suppress the Han army and laborers in the city with the remaining strength. At that time, Commander Gao decided to be loyal to the country, will the others in the city still think of being loyal to the country? Is the Prince of Wei not afraid that as soon as he leaves, Yuancheng will riot and surrender? At that time, Yue Fei will occupy Yuancheng, and there will be no restraint. Is he not afraid that he will turn around and eat up the monitoring army? Then cut off our rear supply line? Make our army lose quickly?"

Wushu was unable to answer for a while.

"In addition to this." Gao Qingyi continued to speak seriously. "The Meng'an and Mouke of Bohai origin in the army have always obeyed Commander Gao, especially those who were desperately sent out by Commander Gao this time, almost everyone is grateful. Will they also think that the Prince of Wei's southward journey is to save Commander Gao? Even the soldiers of other tribes, what do these people know about big military strategies? Seeing that the Prince of Wei abandoned Yuancheng and went south, I am afraid that they will all think that the Prince of Wei is going to abandon Commander Gao, right? When the news reaches Hedong, what will General Yelu Ma Wu think? They have the lessons of Yelu Yu Du and Yelu Nu Ge... At this time of the overall situation, is the Prince of Wei not afraid of the backlash of people's hearts?"

Wushu instinctively glanced at Taishi Nu standing behind Gao Qingyi, and then looked at Gao Qingyi, his face full of fatigue: "I can hear it, you didn't want to seek a status in me as Shao He said, but you are grateful to Gao Jingshan and want to persuade me to stay and try to save him... Is that right?"

"Yes." Gao Qingyi directly knelt down and kowtowed inside the door, and then frankly replied. "The thing the sinner hates most in his life is not being able to save the Grand Commander, and since the Grand Commander's whole family is dead, Commander Gao has such a life-saving grace and grace of meeting the sinner, but he must not fail him again... But Prince of Wei, this has nothing to do with whether what the sinner said makes sense or not!"

Wushu shook his head and retorted: "Then let's discuss the matter on its merits... According to what you said before, the Han army will rebel, the Khitans are not credible, and you Bohai people are also looking dissatisfied... Isn't the Great Jin already full of holes, and can't do anything?"

"This is exactly the key that the sinner wants to say today." Gao Qingyi said earnestly on the ground. "Prince of Wei... times have changed! Before, the country's power was rising, and it united a country of thousands of miles in more than ten years. At that time, doing things was naturally like a warrior galloping on the plains, and you could do whatever you wanted. But now, the country is in a defensive position, and Zhao Song's troops are attacking with all their strength. Once defeated, there will be a danger of losing everything. At this time, doing things is like carrying a heavy load on a high slope, so we must be careful... Your Highness, the sinner is not alarmist."

Wushu didn't say a word.

Gao Qingyi also continued to speak firmly on the ground:

"Your Highness, our Great Jin started from a remote place outside the pass, and finally became a country of thousands of miles. The foundation is of course the Jurchen iron cavalry. But the so-called Jurchens are not full of ten thousand, and if they are full of ten thousand, they are invincible. This is certainly a compliment, but it also points out that the core ethnic group of the Great Jin is too small, right? Therefore, in order to achieve great things, in order to unite the overall situation, whether the Han army is more and more every day, or whether we attract other tribes to the army, these are inevitable things. Among them, the tribes are mixed, the cultures are different, so that they have their own ghosts, which is a common thing in the past, and it is also an inevitable thing... It's not like the sinner will have it today, and it won't be without it if the sinner doesn't say it today... The sinner today is just persuading the Prince of Wei to pay attention to people's hearts, is that not right?"

Wushu calmly listened to the other party, but seemed to muster up some courage, and shook his head on the Kang as if cutting nails and breaking iron: "What you said makes some sense, but the Great Jin is not yet to this point. A country of thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of troops, how can it lose the hearts of the army because of losing a Wan household?"

"A country of thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of troops, how can it abandon loyal ministers and famous cities because of losing a Wan household?" Gao Qingyi retorted on the spot, but once again kowtowed. "Your Highness, the sinner has two more words, please allow me to say them."

"Say them."

"Your Highness... Wang Bolong's affair also shows one thing, that is, what we thought before, that the iron cavalry can be one to two, and the supplementary soldiers can be one to one, so twenty Wan households can be equal to 300,000 Imperial Camp Song troops... is wrong! In the future, fighting, we can't count like this!" Gao Qingyi raised his head, staring at Wushu, his words urgent. "And if the Great Jin wants to seek a chance of victory in the decisive battle, we can only seek a field battle with a large cavalry force, and use the field battle advantage of the large cavalry force to seek victory!"

Wushu was once again unable to refute.

"Finally, the sinner actually wants to say that whether the army is going to Tokyo to besiege Wei to rescue Zhao, or continue to try to rescue Yuancheng here, it is actually not in Tokyo and Yuancheng at all, nor is it in what besieging Wei to rescue Zhao, or rising up in courage... but in another thing..."

"What thing?"

"The sinner wants to ask the Prince of Wei a question. If things don't agree, we must have a decisive battle... Prince of Wei, holding these ten or so Wan households and the Yanyun New Army, are you preparing to have a decisive battle in Henan, or are you preparing to have a decisive battle in Hebei?! Is it a decisive battle in Daming Prefecture, the southern head of Hebei, or is it a decisive battle in Zhen Ding Prefecture and Hejian Prefecture, the northern head of Hebei?" Gao Qingyi raised his head, his tone激烈. "At this time, is the Prince of Wei still only thinking about how to win, and not thinking about what to do if he loses? Prince of Wei, it is right to plan for victory, but you should also prepare to stake the country!"

Wushu was startled and jumped directly from the Kang, standing barefoot on the ground.

Gao Qingyi also kowtowed again: "Therefore, the sinner begs the Prince of Wei not to go south... try to save Yuancheng, save Commander Gao... In this case, even if it really comes to a time when things don't agree, we can also retreat steadily, or go to assist in守太原, or in Hejian and Zhen Ding一带, back to Yanyun, and have a desperate battle in the field! Instead of throwing the army to Henan, once we make a mistake, we don't even know where to throw the hundreds of thousands of troops in our hands! Even the gradually gathering Yanyun New Army can't gather with the troops in hand! Isn't that directly burying the country to the end?"

After saying these words, Gao Qingyi lowered his head and did not speak, and the bedroom was silent for a long time.

ps: Thank you for the new leader 气吐万里如虎, thank you for the water long east boss's another cute... also thank you for the rewards from the rest of the bosses.

Finally, to explain, I don't know what's going on these days, there is a big problem with sleep... especially嗜睡, for several consecutive days, I suddenly become sleepy, and then I lie down for more than ten hours, and when I wake up, I am not the kind of refreshed, but the kind of headache.

Hazy.

I hope you forgive me.