Chapter 1306 - 320: Ruin_8

Chapter 1306: Chapter 320: Ruin_8

"But Marshal, I can’t get over this hurdle in my heart!"

"Whether you can get over it or not, does it matter? It doesn’t matter."

The man turned around, facing south,

and said:

"It’s just a pity for the peach blossom wine, didn’t have my fill."

"Marshal, my Ah Brother, Man Mian, wants to lead an army for a northern expedition."

"Hehehe, hahahahaha......"

The man seemed to hear something extremely funny, laughed out loud, bent over, laughed to the point of breathlessness.

"Hehe, hahaha......" Zhong Wenhao also laughed along.

The man cursed while laughing:

"Who is Zhong Wenmian to think he’s anything, a spoiled brat relying on the shade of you as his brother to mix in, lucky to have not encountered any major battle, thinks he can reach the sky with his abilities?"

......

At this moment, upon learning that his elder brother had gotten up, was in better spirits, and had arrived at the city wall for ventilation, Zhong Wenmian, who had not yet left Mianzhou and was drinking with several of his brother’s generals, hastily rode over.

"Pay respects to the second master!"

"Pay respects to the second master!"

At the bottom of the city wall, Zhong Wenhao’s personal soldiers saluted Zhong Wenmian.

Zhong Wenmian nodded, dismounted, ready to go up the steps.

But at this moment, from above:

"Who is Zhong Wenmian to think he’s anything, a spoiled brat relying on the shade of you as his brother to mix in......"

"......" Zhong Wenmian.

Zhong Wenmian’s face turned red and pale alternately, his feet couldn’t take a step up, nor down.

Involuntarily glanced at the surrounding personal guards,

the personal guards simultaneously lowered their heads, pretending they hadn’t heard anything.

......

On the city wall,

the man slammed his fist on the parapet,

and said:

"Yes, some people always think that after reading a few military books, they know how to fight a war, always feel that by piling up the numbers of soldiers and horses, the battle can be won.

But, war is not fought like that, it’s really not fought like that.

Wenhao, it’s also your fault, after I left, why haven’t you improved?"

"Marshal, Wenhao’s ability is only so much, to keep this plate from collapsing has already taken all his strength."

"My Qian, a beautiful landscape, vast and rich, with talented people, how is it that over these years, apart from you, Zhong Wenhao, no more talents have emerged?"

"But my youngest son, Zhong Tianlang, is not bad." Zhong Wenhao said with a smile, as if deliberately showing off in front of the man.

"Compared to Lord Pingye of Yan State, how is Zhong Tianlang?"

Zhong Wenhao stopped smiling, shook his head, and said:

"Not as good."

Immediately,

Zhong Wenhao realized something and asked:

"Marshal, how do you know about him, I haven’t mentioned it yet."

The man pointed to his own nose with a finger, then deliberately leaned his face close to Zhong Wenhao,

and said:

"Who do you think I am?"

"You are, the Marshal."

"Oh."

The man shook his head and said, "No, I’m not the Marshal."

"You are the Marshal, just like him."

"Hehe, actually you know who I am."

The brightness in Zhong Wenhao’s eyes, upon hearing this, suddenly dimmed gradually.

"Marshal, the royal house wants a northern expedition."

"You just said that."

"We will lose, really lose, a hundred years ago, it was the Earl of North Border, a hundred years later, we might still encounter the Earl of North Border.

Hehe, the world says, the Earl of North Border’s mansion helped Yan State suppress the Desert for a hundred years, but it also suppressed my Qian, a hundred years, a hundred years.

Marshal,

I know what they are thinking,

they think that when we move north for an expedition, the Desert Barbarians will surely take action, then if the Earl of North Border of Yan State marches south, the western part of Yan will open its doors directly.

If they don’t march south, then Yan State will face attacks from both my Qian and the barbarians.

But,

but,

but the barbarians are not foolish, I just don’t understand why one after another they all swear that the barbarians will send troops, last time, did the barbarians send troops?

No,

this time,

the barbarians will not send troops either."

The man asked, "Wenhao, why are you so certain?"

"Marshal, you haven’t aged, but I have, the Barbarian King has also aged, so I can even more understand what is in that Barbarian King’s heart.

The barbarians are no longer the ones from a hundred years ago, who could respond to a call under the royal court’s banner, not anymore.

That Yan Emperor excels at gambling, but he is, after all, an emperor, I can feel it, one of his eyes is fixated on my Qian.

No,

he has always been watching, never taken his eyes off for a moment!

He,

he might even,

be waiting for us to move north, he is waiting.

He is eager for all of us, while he’s still alive, to go crazy together, all go crazy and finish it.

I don’t know where that Yan Emperor gets his confidence, but I won’t be wrong, can’t be wrong, really won’t be wrong.

When we all thought he was an emperor, he seemed like a gambler;

but when we thought he was a gambler, he would show us what a true emperor is.

Last time, the world thought the Yan people were attacking Qian, but they suddenly entered Jin;

This time, the world thinks the Yan people are attacking Chu, what’s next, who can predict?

My Qian’s three border elites, relying on the city walls, are definitely his Yan people’s nightmare;

And once there’s another defeat like a hundred years ago,

only these broken walls and cold remnants will be left, who can they stop?

Nurture for another ten years,

no,

just five years.

With my Qian’s wealth, resources, and the determination of the awakened royal house and officials, my Qian will surely sweep away the accumulated problems of a century, and rise once again."