Chapter 1304 - 320: Fall_6

Chapter 1304: Chapter 320: Fall_6

"Brother, the Yan people are mobilizing the entire nation to attack Chu. This is a great opportunity for our Qian to march north. Should Chu be defeated, our Qian will..."

Since the Three Jin was conquered, Qian and Chu became allies, jointly resisting the Yan people.

Zhong Wenhao slowly shook his head and said:

"No."

"Brother, why?"

"The Yan people’s strength is great but cannot last long. The Chu people are not to be underestimated; toppling Chu is very difficult. Our Qian should continue, to sharpen our weapons and prepare diligently."

Ah Brother, Brother, I understand what you desire, but Brother, I can no longer go to battle."

"Brother, but this northern expedition must..."

Zhong Wenhao laughed again,

and said:

"Brother, my body can’t handle it. To force a northern campaign, Ah Brother, Ah Brother, are you thinking that at that time, it would be up to you to hold this position for me?"

If Qian were to march north,

it would certainly be Zhong Wenhao leading, the West Army Division as the central army, and the three border armies along with various guest armies listening to orders as the left and right armies.

And once Zhong Wenhao’s body couldn’t hold up, then the position of Marshal of the northern campaign would naturally fall to Zhong Wenmian.

Zhong Tianlang is undoubtedly a rising star, but he is, after all, young and unable to gain full support.

"Brother, even the Emperor wishes for a northern campaign. All the generals hope for a northern campaign. Rest assured, Brother, even if they transfer the troops from Beifeng Prefecture, our army will respond calmly, and step by step, we can let the Yan people be defeated!

I do not believe, I do not believe the Yan people can sustain two fronts simultaneously!"

"You..."

"Brother."

"You do not have this capability."

"..." Zhong Wenmian.

"Our Qian, to not move is to not be defeated. To move might... might lead to great defeat. Morale cannot be properly adjusted, logistics cannot keep up, and dispatch cannot be organized.

Even if I were to lead, it would be merely to maintain appearances, serving in form and not in spirit.

Wait,

we can wait,

truly continue to wait."

"Wait until when?" Zhong Wenmian’s tone intensified.

He could hardly understand his brother’s decision this time, and even felt it was incomprehensible!

Yao Zizhan once wrote an essay stating that throughout history, seeking battle is easy, everyone knows waging war can earn a good name, while avoiding battle and seeking peace can lead to infamy whether successful or not. Thus, those who wage war are not all loyal and virtuous, and those who avoid battle may have their own deep considerations.

Many people believed Yao Zizhan’s essay was a formal government article to justify Qian’s past centuries of "kowtowing" to Yan State.

But within it lies an inevitable truth.

Zhong Wenhao straightened his back,

and said:

"Wait for Yan State to exhaust its national strength!

Wait for the Yan Emperor to pass away!"

"Brother, how can a general rely on such things?"

Zhong Wenhao sneered and said:

"Fight, fight and lose."

"You..."

"To forcibly fight again is nothing but a repeat of events from a hundred years ago. As long as the Tattoo-faced Master was alive, our Qian also had their Yan State, their Yan State... those figures in the South and North could unify the military heart.

I, I Zhong Wenhao, would be the first... first to lead the horse, the first... to request battle!"

After saying these words,

Zhong Wenhao began to cough violently again.

The old woman waiting outside immediately came in and began to soothe his back.

Once he slightly calmed down,

Zhong Wenhao sternly said:

"Ah Brother, you took over the West Mountain Camp, Brother does not blame you, everyone has their ambitions, Brother understands.

But do not think of using my name to lead a northern campaign,

Brother must be responsible for the lives of hundreds of thousands of border troops of Qian!

Ah Brother, you don’t have this ability, don’t ruin the country and harm the people!"

Saying this,

Zhong Wenhao slapped the bed angrily, glaring at Zhong Wenmian with fierce eyes.

Zhong Wenmian, furious yet unable to erupt seeing his brother in such a state,

could only clasp his hands and say:

"Brother, rest well and take care of your health."

After speaking,

he waved his sleeve,

and walked out directly.

The old woman continued to pat Zhong Wenhao’s back without speaking; she never intervened in external affairs, nor in family matters unrelated to Zhong Wenhao’s health and rest.

Zhong Wenhao sighed deeply,

lay back down,

and closed his eyes;

after confirming he was asleep,

the old woman carefully tucked him in and quietly left. She had a bed just outside the bedroom.

It’s unclear how long he slept,

but Zhong Wenhao slowly opened his eyes,

and looked outside,

outside,

it was already dark.

Feeling thirsty, Zhong Wenhao wanted to call the old woman in to pour him some water.

But as he turned his body, he fell off the bed.

No pain, ℯℯ𝑙.

not a bit of pain,

he even stood up by himself.

Immediately, he walked to the tea table and poured himself two cups of tea, drinking them.

Then,

he walked out of the bedroom.

Just as he exited the bedroom, he saw the old woman coming in with porridge.

"Master, Master!"

The old woman immediately stepped forward to support Zhong Wenhao, unsure of why he suddenly got up.

"The room is stifling, take me, take me out for a walk."

"Master, the wind is strong outside."

"Listen to me."

"Yes, Master."

The old woman immediately gave orders to prepare a sedan chair.

Subsequently, the guards in the mansion were immediately alerted, and seeing Zhong Wenhao walking among them, smiles appeared on all their faces, as their old Minister Zhong seemed to have recovered much.

Only the old woman, after helping Zhong Wenhao into the sedan chair, secretly wiped her tears.

The sedan chair was lifted.

By Zhong Wenhao’s order, the sedan chair arrived at the northern city wall of Mianzhou city.

Zhong Wenhao stepped out of the sedan chair, turned back, and said to those guards who had just helped carry him: