"You are all good," Lu Zhishan patted Du Heng's hand, "There are Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun in the north, Zheng Zuoyang and Zhou Chi in the south, and you and Ma Ruilin in the capital. It is precisely because of your support. "Look, even though I have been trapped in the capital for these years, I am not blind."
"General, you are serious. We, the generals, have been following the general since we were young. To put it bluntly, although we respect the general as our lord, we regard the general as our comrade in the bottom of our hearts." Du Heng said a little emotionally, his eyes slightly red, "The war in the south has been going on for twelve years, and the brothers around me have fallen one by one. It is a great blessing to be alive to this day. What's more, I must live well as a brother, and devote my whole life to the general. "
Lu Zhishan's face was full of sadness, and he also sighed: "Yes, we have sent away many good brothers in twelve years."
Du Heng's heart was also filled with ups and downs, and his voice was choked up when he spoke again: "In the Battle of Hue, 70,000 heroes were buried in a foreign land. Every time my subordinates think about it, they all feel sad."
"Yes, that was supposed to be an unprecedented victory." Lu Zhishan said slowly, his eyes far away, as if he had returned to the southern frontline that year.
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"Yong Zhan, I will lead the vanguard and lead the Siamese and Tubo armies to Hue. When the time comes, you will lead the reinforcements and rush to Hue. When the time comes, we will attack from the front and back and wipe out the Siamese and Tubo armies in one go!" Nan In the Xinjiang camp, in front of Kantu Map, both Lu Zhishan and Zhao Jingting were dressed in silver armor, guiding the country and showing iron-blooded loyalty.
"Jingting, let me be the vanguard," Lu Zhishan raised his eyebrows at Zhao Jingting. The handsome young man had a proud and proud look on his face, "Don't try to rob me. The goals of a great prince like me are much better than a mere dragon like you." General Tiger is much more eye-catching. With me as a guide, I will definitely be able to draw the Siamese and Tubo armies into the center. When the time comes, as long as you arrive with your troops in time, you will be able to wipe out all the enemy forces... "
Zhao Jingting was so busy that he stopped Lu Zhishan's words: "But Yongzhan, you are the majestic Prince Yi Pinning, the most beloved eldest prince of Long Live Lord. How can you risk such a big trap? What if..."
"Jingting, from the first day I went to the battlefield, we had an agreement. On the battlefield, there are no princes, only brothers." Lu Zhishan patted Zhao Jingting on the shoulder, "Jingting, you know best. I If you are good at attacking quickly, you are good at calling in reinforcements. Only by working together can you and I win this battle. We must not sacrifice many more soldiers in vain because of my identity. For twelve years, the blood of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang has been shed. Too much."
Zhao Jingting looked into his eyes and nodded slowly for a while: "Okay, Yong Zhan, I promise you."
"Siam and Tubo are not as vast and rich in resources as Dali. They have reached their limit after more than ten years of war. I heard that Siam and Tubo are already in a state of rebellion. If they lose the battle in Hue, Naturally, we no longer have the ability to start a war with Dali. We can at least maintain peace in southern Xinjiang for thirty years, and Dali finally got rid of these two pieces of dog skin plaster." Lu Zhishan pursed his lips and smiled, looking leisurely and contented, thinking that they had already achieved As if victorious, he said, "Jingting, have you ever thought about what you will do after the battle is over?"
Zhao Jingting also smiled: "Of course I still want to stay in the army. I have been in the military camp since I was ten years old. Twenty years have passed and I really can't do anything except lead troops to fight."