Everyone in the camp was shocked when this was said. Meng Wan said, "It's still cold now. What's the point of blowing up the Guanhe River? The river will freeze again in just a few days."
"The climate in the Guanhe area used to be pleasant, and the river water would not freeze in winter. It froze this year because of the severe cold weather that is rare in a hundred years. But I think this severe cold will not last long." He Simu counted on his fingers and said, "The temperature will rise suddenly in ten days, the cold will retreat and the weather will be warm. If you had blown up the Guanhe River a few days before that, the river water would not have frozen again so quickly. Although the weather will fluctuate after that, there may still be thin ice on the Guanhe River when it is the coldest, but people and horses will not be able to pass through it."
Duan Xu laughed and said, "I think this is a good idea."
Wu Shengliu looked at He Simu, then at Duan Xu, and said, "What do we do after we blow up Guanhe? Retreat to Liangzhou?"
Until now, the entire Tabai army did not know what the military order Qin Shuai gave to Duan Xu was. Wu Shengliu thought that it was probably to slow down the speed of the Dan support army's reinforcement. They built a strong defense and then bombed Guanhe. It would be very good to delay the Dan support army for about half a month. After all, the entire Tabai army only had 80,000 people. In order to protect Liangzhou in the rear, only 50,000 troops were sent to Shuozhou this time. It was really impossible to ask for more.
Duan Xu raised his eyes and finally said indifferently: "General Qin's order is to defend Shuozhou City to the death, not to let go of the Dan support army, and not to retreat a single step."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell silent, with only the crackling sound of the charcoal in the brazier, a cheerful sound that seemed a little inappropriate at the time.
He Simu took a sip of tea leisurely.
"How is that possible? We only have 50,000 troops!"
"The troops that Danzhi is heading south are the Hulan Army, and Avolzi is also a famous warrior."
As soon as the captains' voices of doubt arose, they were drowned out by Wu Shengliu's loud voice: "We can't take a step back? Are you kidding? If we don't return to Liangzhou, we will all die here! Did Commander Qin really say that, or are you greedy for military merit?"
The smile in Duan Xu's eyes slowly faded, and a thin layer of smile remained at the bottom of his eyes, which made him less sincere.
There had been no major wars on both sides of the Guanhe River for many years, only occasional frictions. Daliang was peaceful and prosperous, and even the soldiers had lost their courage. Decades had passed, and this generation of soldiers had long forgotten the fear of the destruction of their country and race when the Huqi people arrived.
He stood up from his seat and walked towards Wu Shengliu step by step, saying as he walked: "General Wu, it's strange that you said this. I am your general, and have you forgotten..."
He stood in front of Wu Shengliu, leaned over and said: "Death is the true face of war. Even the victors need bones to pave the way, with countless casualties."
"We are not standing in the Shuozhou of Danzhi, but the Shuozhou of the former Dasheng Dynasty. Several decades ago, our ancestors were buried here and were badly defeated by Danzhi. That is why Danzhi's iron hoofs could spread across the Seventeen States with impunity, and even went south to Liangzhou to plunder and massacre the city. That is why we have to go through so much hardship and bloody battles to come back here. In front of our country, we should not hesitate to die."
The whole place was silent. Wu Shengliu looked up at Duan Xu, his fists clenched so hard that they made a clattering sound.
He thought of the corpses in the streets of Liangzhou City, and his blood started to boil. He understood what Duan Xu said, but their tiny force was like an ant in front of a wheel in front of the Danzhi army. He still had the ambition to lead an army, so would he die here
Duan Xu laughed again, his chin slightly raised, his eyebrows curved.
"General Wu Lang, there is no need to do this. We will win."
Wu Shengliu seemed to be shaken, but still unwilling.
"You said we can win, right?"
"General Wu Lang, although I am a bit arbitrary, I have never lost so far, right?"
Wu Shengliu stared at Duan Xu for a long while, then stood up and slapped the table, making a crack on it. He pointed at Duan Xu and said, "I'll trust you just once. Whoever is afraid of death is afraid of dying in vain. I want to be a general! If the Danzhi people can't go back to their hometown, I won't let your Duan family go even if I become a ghost!"
Duan Xu's eyes were burning. He pushed Wu Shengliu's hand back and said, "Don't worry, General. If you become a ghost, I will be indispensable."
Looking at the polite Duan Xu, Wu Shengliu suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard that this noble young master was originally going to be trained to be a prime minister, and the position of a prime minister was much higher than that of a general. Thinking of this, he felt a little pity for him.
Duan Xu was unaware of this and just turned around and saluted everyone in the tent.
"Shuozhou City, I'll leave it to you all."
The captains in the tent saluted one after another. Most of them were older than Duan Xu, but they were also shocked by the conversation between Duan Xu and Wu Shengliu, and their faces showed tragic expressions.
When leaving the tent, He Simu walked beside Duan Xu. She looked at Wu Shengliu's back and said half-jokingly, "In my opinion, Wu Shengliu hates you so much probably because you are too good-looking."
Most people in the army don't like clean and handsome men. They always take pride in being rough and fierce, let alone someone as handsome as Duan Xu.
Duan Xu raised his eyebrows. They walked out of the tent. The sun was shining brightly and the wind was strong. His hairband fluttered and the silver hairpin that bound his hair sparkled in the sun, just like his curved eyes.
"I'm honored by the compliment." He smiled, seeming very happy.
"In fact, General Wu Lang trusts you." He Simu said.
From Liangzhou to Shuozhou, every battle was difficult to fight. Duan Xu kept Wu Shengliu by his side in every battle, and Wu Shengliu was convinced by the victory. Otherwise, he would not have obeyed Duan Xu's order to attack Shuozhou Prefecture without knowing the truth.
The captains and even the soldiers in this camp probably recognized Duan Xu through one battle after another.
However, it was still too difficult for Wu Shengliu to bow his head in front of Duan Xu, who was nearly ten years younger than him.
"Are you sure you can win?"
This is an extreme disparity between two hundred thousand troops and thirty thousand.
"If you are 100% sure of winning, you are not a good gambler."
Duan Xu blinked his eyes, and he sent He Simu to the carriage. When the carriage started, He Simu lifted the curtain, but found Duan Xu still standing outside the carriage. He met He Simu's eyes, and he smiled and waved to her.
Looks cheerful and kind.
Cheerful and kind, crazy gambler.
He Simu lowered the curtains and sighed.
He Simu's carriage drove away, heading to the Lin family in the city to rest. Han Lingqiu watched the carriage go away, then moved his gaze to Duan Xu in front of him.
Duan Xu was actually only a little younger than him, and they were about the same age. The nobleman from the Southern Capital had a very different mannerism from the rough men in the army, but he was not pretentious either. He always had a smiling face, and he looked calm even when he was in a state of panic.
He always felt that this person was familiar, especially when Duan Xu smiled, this sense of familiarity was particularly obvious.
"General!" This time he finally stopped Duan Xu. Duan Xu turned around and looked at him, motioning him to continue.
Han Lingqiu was silent for a moment, then asked, "General, have you ever seen me before? About... five or six years ago."
Duan Xu's eyes flickered. He put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "Why do you ask? If we have met before, don't you remember it?"
Han Lingqiu hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and replied, "General, to be honest, I was seriously injured five or six years ago, leaving this scar on my face. After I recovered from the injury, I don't remember anything before that."
Even the name Han Lingqiu was given to him by the family that took him in. He only had a very vague impression of what happened before he was injured, as if someone had told him to go to the south, to Daliang, and never come back.
In fact, he was injured in Danzhi. Because this was the only sentence he remembered, he sneaked away from Danzhi to Daliang after he recovered.
The loss of this memory did not have much impact on his life. He seemed to be used to living alone and did not think about recovering it. It was just that when he met Duan Xu for the first time, he suddenly felt that Duan Xu was very familiar.
Just like an old friend returning.
Duan Xu seemed very surprised, and then revealed a look of pity. He shook his head and said, "I didn't expect Captain Han to have such an injury. It's a pity that I was still in Daizhou five or six years ago and don't remember seeing you."
Han Lingqiu looked a little annoyed, and he bowed and said yes. Duan Xu patted his shoulder to comfort him, then turned around and walked back to the tent.
When Duan Xu turned around, the smile was hidden in his eyes and his expression was ambiguous.
He Simu had no intention of interfering with their bombing of Guanhe. The military stationed in the city was quite far from the Lin family, so she stayed in her room to take good care of her body, chatting with Feng Yi from time to time, and then holding the Ghost Book to see what was happening in the world during her rest time.
Shao Yinyin's name on the ghost book disappeared on time, which proved that she had turned to ashes and exited the cycle of reincarnation, and there was no trace of her in this world anymore.
Guan Huai was indeed obedient.
This old man has always been a fence-sitter. When she put down the rebellion, he was the first to defect and surrender. He has always been good at reading people's expressions and avoiding trouble.
He Simu leaned back in his chair, flipping through the ghost book nonchalantly, looking at the tragedies in this world.
After the massacre in the Liangzhou Prefecture, many wandering souls appeared. People who died miserably are likely to become wandering souls, but their obsessions are not strong enough, so they are mostly eaten by other wandering souls and ultimately cannot be transformed into evil ghosts.
For example, Guan Huai was a person with deep obsession. He spent all his wealth seeking immortality, medicine and health preservation, and he was obsessed with immortality. He died at the age of more than 100, but death could not break his obsession, and he devoured hundreds of wandering souls and turned into an evil ghost.
Even though he became an evil ghost, he was also the longest-lived evil ghost in the ghost world, and he has lived for three thousand years. This obsession is indeed deep.
He Simu closed the ghost book, she propped up her chin and murmured, "I envy you guys."
Knowing so clearly what you want, you live your whole life for it, and then abandon reincarnation and die for thousands of years for it.
Unlike her, she was born as an evil ghost without knowing it.
The wind created subtle fluctuations, and the white silk thread curled up. He Simu frowned, and she walked to the window and opened it, and saw countless bright lights rising above the low houses in the southern suburbs of the city, floating and disappearing in the night, illuminating the sky and the earth like a blazing fire.
Is someone dead
There is a Guan River in the south of the city. Could so many people die if the young general blew up the river
He Simu waved his sleeves and settled his body on the bed. After his soul left his body, the Ghost King Lamp on his waist flickered, and in an instant he stood on the bank of Guan River.
Her white-soled red boots stepped on the soft soil by the river, and she instantly felt the vibration from the ground. Loud roars and fire rang out on the frozen surface of Guanhe River, and ice particles flew everywhere, passing through her soul and body and falling to the ground. The whole world shook in panic, and on the ice surface there were dark masses of soldiers whose faces were indistinguishable, crying and wailing as they fell into the icy river as the ice surface broke apart.
Guanhe was dark and silent, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth opened wide, swallowing endlessly. Then, thousands of bright lights, burning with soul fire, rose from its mouth.
Another grand scene of death. I imagine there will be many more names of wandering souls in the ghost book.
How could the Huqie people cross the river at this time? And just in time for Duan Xu to bomb Guanhe
He Simu turned around and instantly saw Duan Xu in the dark woods and rocks. Captain Han and Meng Wan stood behind him, and there were many Daliang soldiers hidden in the woods. Those soldiers formed an arrow formation, and any Huqi people who struggled to climb to the shore were shot to death on the shore by thousands of arrows.
There was a faint smile in his eyes, and his tall and handsome figure was hidden among the woods, like a pine tree growing among the woods.
He Simu walked step by step to Duan Xu's side and stood in front of him, on the edge of hell beside the abyss.
"The Huqi people of Yuzhou wanted to launch a surprise attack on the city from Guanhe. You ambushed here and completed the plan to blow up Guanhe. You killed two birds with one stone, young general. Did you know that the Huqi people would launch a surprise attack?" He Simu said with a smile.
Duan Xu could not see her now as her soul was in an empty body, nor could he hear her voice.
Of course, he also couldn't see the world she saw, couldn't see the spider-silk-like white wind, and couldn't see the blazing soul fire between heaven and earth that was as bright as daylight.
He Simu moved closer to Duan Xu, tiptoed slightly and looked directly into his eyes.
His eyes were bright and pointed, and his pupils were pure black, like a black mirror. In the mirror, there was no her, no soul fire, only the flames of the explosion and the bloody enemy.
“What does death look like to the living?”
He Simu looked into his eyes, as if he wanted to see another face of death in his eyes.
Duan Xu blinked quietly, then he suddenly laughed softly and said, "He Xiaoxiao."