Mu Guangling looked at Fang Xie with an unbelievable look, as if Fang Xie's previous words were like a fantasy that he couldn't believe. He never thought that Fang Jie was talking about this, and he never thought that Fang Jie would think this way. The conflict between Mu Fu and Fang Jie should be irresolvable.
"Nothing is fixed but time."
Fang explained.
He stood on the archery tower, overlooking the Mu Mansion camp below.
"If there is no accident, the 200,000 troops you brought this time are not enough, and more than 30% of them are patched together. The current situation of the Mu Mansion is exactly the same as that at the beginning of the collapse of the Great Sui Dynasty. When he got up, the emperor of the Sui Dynasty thought that the chaos could be settled quickly. But soon he found that it was difficult to get a response to his orders. The Mu Mansion has been operating in Dongjiang for many years, and I don’t care if you have millions of soldiers No doubt."
"However, ever since you kept making mistakes, the control of the Mu Mansion began to collapse. Up to now, the 200,000 troops are nothing more than the last thing you can use to support your appearance. Although I haven't got specific Please report, but it is conceivable how many of them are recruits who have never been on the battlefield and killed people."
Mu Guangling's expression changed, and he turned to look aside.
"Holding on to something from the past will never bring you any hope."
Fang Jie looked at Mu Guangling and said, "If you still feel that the eastern border is still yours, then you should treat today's conversation as if it didn't happen. I won't kill you on this occasion, but on the battlefield. Regarding your strategy, I can only have two choices. First, defeat you head-on on the battlefield, and then tell the people of Dongjiang that you can’t do it. Second, you surrender, and tell the people of Dongjiang that you can’t.”
Fang Jie's words were so direct that they cut Mu Guangling's self-esteem again.
"Not nice?"
Fang Jie smiled: "Leave something for your son."
Fang Jie's words seemed to break through Mu Guangling's defenses.
Mu Guangling was silent for a long time, but in the end it was just a silent sigh. Perhaps he himself has already seen through that the Kowloon seat in his mind has already left him. If the fight with the Black Banner Army changes from a secret fight to an open fight, what else can he leave for Mu Xianjun
"Don't look at me that way."
Fang Jie turned his head and looked at Mu Xianjun: "If you want to kill me, you can try, but... you couldn't do it before, and you still can't do it now."
Mu Guangling stretched out his hand to pull Mu Xianjun's sleeve, and shook his head slowly.
"You're not a very good negotiator."
Mu Guangling explained to the other party.
"I'm not here to negotiate, but to give you two choices."
Fang Jie sat down again, because he knew that Mu Guangling's heart was already shaking. Fang Jie doesn't have a father in this world, but he can understand how a father dotes on his only son. Mu Guangling is not young anymore, he has endured in Eastern Xinjiang for decades, is it true that he really wants to be emperor before he dies so urgently? No, he wanted to fight for Mu Xianjun. What is the glory of the family, what is turning the family into a country, these things must be avoided in the face of the feelings for the son.
"If it wasn't for Mr. Mu Xian who established the Red Eyebrow Army to fight the foreigners to death, I wouldn't have come to you to have this conversation."
Fang Jie pointed to Mu Xianjun and said to Mu Guangling, "He is more suitable to be a guardian than you."
Mu Xianjun frowned, but the hatred in his eyes was gradually dissipating.
"think about it."
Fang Jie turned around to leave.
Mu Guangling called from behind: "Give me an imperial appointment."
Fang Jie stopped and looked back at Mu Guangling: "Is this very important?"
Mu Guangling said: "Take out your jade seal."
Fang Jie smiled, very relieved.
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Only those who have experienced too many things will doubt more things, so Fang Jie doesn't think that one conversation can make Mu Guangling cooperate. That's right, Mu Guangling really wanted to leave something for his son, but how could this person's heart be changed with a few words
What Fang Jie wants is time.
Next, he will go all out to prepare for the decisive battle with Lehmann.
He didn't have the time, energy, or rich troops to deal with Mu Guangling. He couldn't allow himself to fight a strong enemy with an unstable rear. It's like two practitioners with equal cultivation bases, when they are about to fight for a life-and-death outcome, neither of them has the mind to take care of other things.
In a duel between two masters, if a spoiler appears behind one of them, even if the spoiler's cultivation base is scumbag, it will also cause distraction.
Once you devote your energy and cultivation to guarding those behind you, perhaps failure and death will follow.
Fang Jie needs time, he needs Mu Guangling to be honest.
He even knew very well that an old fox like Mu Guangling also knew what he was thinking. However, the conditions Fang Jie offered were already superior enough. Leaving half of the territory of the Mu Mansion and an army of less than 200,000 troops is equivalent to letting Mu Guangling leave a large sum of money for Mu Xianjun. assets.
With this condition, Mu Guangling will definitely be moved.
Because Mu Guangling knew very well that he could not win this battle. Even if he restrains Fang Xie from behind, so that Fang Xie can't fight Leman with all his strength, what good will it do for Mu Guangling? If Lehman wins, I'm afraid Mu Guangling will face even more difficulties next.
Therefore, Fang Jie knew that Mu Guangling would not refuse.
A person like Mu Guangling is no longer a daredevil who can make choices because of hatred.
"Are you sure?"
Mu Guangling gently blew away the will that Fang Jie had just written, and was a little lost looking at that big seal. It was Mu Xianjun who spoke almost at the same time as him, but Mu Xianjun's eyes were not on the jade seal, but on the handwriting.
"It's ugly."
He said with disgust on his face.
Fang Jie glanced at Mu Xianjun without changing his expression, and then threw the jade seal down from the archery tower. The black-clothed attendant standing below reached out to catch it and put it into the deerskin pouch at his waist. The writing is ugly... It's not a year or two.
"No one on the battlefield is sure that he will win 100% of the time. Sometimes he will say this to boost morale, but there are always various worries in his heart. You have led the army for many years, so you naturally know this."
Fang Jie ignored Mu Xianjun's ridicule, but said to Mu Guangling: "Actually, you should be very happy now. If I am sure, I may be seriously injured after fighting with foreigners. You still have a chance. If I I’m not sure, but at the very least, I can put the foreigners to the brink... You won’t be under too much pressure when you face the foreigners next time.”
The words are very direct.
Fang Jie spoke very directly today.
After Mu Guangling waited for the ink to dry, he carefully put it away: "I want to keep this thing, it might be of great use in the future."
"North of Malan Mountain, east of Shanhaiguan Pass."
Fang Jie emphasized another sentence.
"Because the southern part of Malan Mountain has been handed over to others to guard."
"Wei An?"
Mu Guangling asked tentatively.
Fang Jie didn't answer, but Mu Guangling knew that he was right. To be honest, he couldn't possibly be happy anyway. Fang Jie's dominance made him dissatisfied, and Wei An's betrayal made him angry. But what he didn't know was that up to now, Wei An hadn't given Fang Xie a clear answer.
"So be it."
Fang Jie really wanted to leave this time.
"The land of the eastern border is not far from the Central Plains."
Fang Jie said slowly: "You have been in Dongjiang for so long, and Mu Mansion has been in Dongjiang for even longer, so I believe you know the meaning of this sentence better than others. Back then, the emperor of the Sui Dynasty dared to believe that you, Mu Mansion If I can defend the Eastern Frontier well, I dare."
He jumped down from the arrow tower.
"It's over?"
Xiang Qingniu asked.
Fang Jie nodded, and said in a low voice, "I'm fooling this old guy for the time being, but he's not a trustworthy person. I don't have time to entangle with him now. I'll buy time to settle the foreigner's affairs first."
Xiang Qingniu hummed: "Actually, you can kill him."
Fang Jie shook his head: "The infamy is too heavy."
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"You don't really want to kill him, do you?"
Mu Guangling looked at his son, his words were like a drop of water piercing through the paper and dripping into Mu Xianjun's heart.
"The hate you show is just what you want to show. You don't really hate him anymore, do you? You just don't want to look like you've changed in front of this guy, you don't want him I know you don't want to kill him anymore, am I right."
Mu Xianjun smiled wryly and nodded: "Yes, the boy really has no intention of killing him."
"What if you have the strength to kill him?"
Mu Guangling asked again.
"Why does father ask such a question?"
Mu Xianjun asked back.
Mu Guangling said: "I just want to know your attitude, because it is related to my future arrangements. You want to kill him, and you don't want to kill him, the arrangements for me are completely different."
"No, even if I have the strength to kill him now, I don't want to."
Although he knew it was such an answer, he was still a little annoyed and sad when he heard Mu Xianjun answer Mu Guangling like this.
"He broke your arm."
Mu Guangling said.
Mu Xianjun looked at his father: "If you were really nice to me, you wouldn't deliberately use such words to provoke me. If you want to force me to kill someone, you can tell me directly. I'll kill Fang Jie, Knowing that it is impossible to kill him, I will still go, because you are my father."
Mu Guangling's face changed, and he felt humiliated by his son. But soon, this feeling dissipated.
"Can you give me a reason?"
Mu Guangling asked.
Mu Xianjun sat down and turned his head to look in the direction where Fang Jie left: "Although I know that thinking like this is not in line with the style of the people in Mufu, I do think he is the most correct candidate. I have been working in the past few years Inquire about Fang Jie's news, I know all the things he did in the Central Plains. I believe that my father also knows. There is one thing I have not been sure... Fang Jie's fight for the world, is it for himself? If so , the path he took is completely wrong. If not, what exactly is he planning?"
"I think the world in his mind should be different from the world in my mind, and also different from my father's. My father fights for the world, thinking about what the family can get, what he can get, and what I can get... But it seems that Fang Jie doesn't think about these things."
"You seem to admire him?"
Mu Guangling asked again.
Although Mu Xianjun didn't want to admit it, he still nodded: "Yes."
Mu Guangling sighed: "Even you have no fighting spirit, no hostility... What's the use of my fighting spirit and hostility? The Mu Mansion will be handed over to you in the future. If I forcefully act according to my own wishes and don't care about you How to face it in the future, then the Mu family may be even more difficult in the future."
"Father."
Mu Xianjun stood up and said softly, "Let's put it down..."
"lay down?"
Mu Guangling sneered: "Easier said than done!"
"It's not difficult."
Mu Xianjun shook his head: "When my arm was broken, I was sure that I would not let go of this hatred. But it has only been a few years, and I have no hatred in my heart. We thought we couldn't let go, but we just didn't want to let go. When you decide to let go, what can't you let go? The difficulty is not others or the environment, but your own heart."
He knew that his words might not be able to influence his father, but he had to say: "Maybe when you feel that you can let go, and then look back at the things you have experienced, it is not worth mentioning."
Mu Guangling looked at his son who spoke so solemnly, and the sadness in his heart became more and more intense. This bitterness is not jealousy, but disappointment gradually turning into despair.
"Mu Mansion... is no longer the past."
He said.