Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

In the wild sand in the northwest, an old minister with an ancient face was directing the army to advance amid the yellow sand in the sky.

"Master Song, the wind and sand are too strong today. Let's find a place with leeward to set up camp. Brothers are choked by the wind and sand and can't even breathe."

Several generals accompanying the army couldn't stand it anymore.

It's not that these generals can't endure hardships, but that the veteran Song Chengzhou can endure hardships too much. Even the youngest soldiers are complaining about the continuous march for more than ten days, but Song Chengzhou is always energetic and unhurried. slow.

"Tell brothers to wrap gauze around your mouth and nose. This will prevent wind and sand from entering your mouth and nose."

"We must arrive at the location within the agreed time. Otherwise, if the enemy notices us and arrives first, we will be very passive by then."

Song Chengzhou did not give in, but decided to continue the urgent march.

When the general heard that Song Chengdu was going to continue marching in a hurry, his face looked a little ugly. However, Song Chengzhou was the chief officer of the Northwest and the military and political leader of the Northwest appointed by the imperial court. At this moment, no one dared to say anything in front of Song Chengzhou.

Chen Qiao was so arrogant back then. He claimed to be a young marshal, but Song Chengzhou personally captured him and ended up fleeing in a hurry to the grassland!

"Don't complain, everyone. The purpose of our trip is to take the lead in occupying this position."

The map Song Chengzhou pointed to was the area closest to Dakang in Qinjiang.

In fact, this area belongs to Miluo, but it has always been a land that has been ignored. However, now the news that Dakang is going to dig a tributary in the Qinjiang River has reached the ears of King Miluo without anyone noticing.

Now Miluo has sent 50,000 troops to Qinjiangkou, hoping to stop Dakang's team.

Reaching Miluo first and occupying a favorable terrain is what Song Chengzhou wants to do now.

"But Mr. Song, it will take at least half a month for the Miluo people's team to reach the Qinjiangkou first, and we can reach this place in ten days at most. There is no problem in arriving one step ahead. There is no need to rush the time. So tight!”

One general finally couldn't help but said.

Just this morning, his favorite horse died of exhaustion.

Not to mention the horses, even the soldiers were in miserable condition. Not only were their feet swollen, their shoes were worn out, and their noses and ears were full of dust.

The horrible weather in the northwest made the soldiers miserable. They dreamed of having a good sleep in the tent and eating a bowl of hot noodle soup.

"If you waste too much time on the road and don't have time to repair when you get there, our teams in Dakang may not be the opponents of the Miluo people. You have to know that we only have more than 30,000 people, while the Miluo people have 50,000 People, not to mention the Miluo people’s fighting power has always been very strong.”

Song Chengzhou was not anxious or angry. Instead, he reasoned with the generals in a clear and logical manner, starting from the military aspect. These generals were naturally very familiar with military affairs.

These northwest generals are also very familiar with the Miluo people, the neighbor to the northwest. The Miluo people are in the tropics, and their height and physique are much stronger than these soldiers in the northwest. What's more, the Miluo people live in the jungle. He has always been brave and good at fighting.

If we can't have enough rest, enough time to build fortifications, and rely on powerful tactics, strategies and weapons, Dakang may not be a match for the Miluo people by then.

After Song Chengzhou's words came out, several generals were finally speechless, because they recognized from the bottom of their hearts that what Song Chengzhou said made sense.

Indeed, we must arrive at Qinjiangkou at least ten days in advance to build fortifications and wait for work. Only in this way can we have a chance of winning. If we rush to Qinjiangkou in a hurry and have no time to rest, it will almost be a sure defeat.

"Master Song, we don't need to stop and rest, nor do we need to set up camp. We just need to give the brothers half of the night to have a good rest. I think some brothers can no longer hold on. If we continue to march like this , I’m afraid someone will be exhausted to death.”

A general did not refute Song Chengzhou's point of view, but gave Song Chengzhou sincere advice based on people's physical endurance.

"Let's go to the middle of the night today. There may be light rain in the second half of the night. Let's march quickly to this location, which is a forest. We will set up a simple tent there and let the brothers rest for a few hours."

Song Chengzhou is not a stubborn person. He can naturally listen to everyone's opinions. In fact, Song Chengzhou is also in a dilemma.

On the one hand, if he wanted to ensure combat effectiveness, marching in a hurry would be very destructive to morale. But on the other hand, if he wanted to compete for the vital position of Qinjiang Estuary, then Song Chengzhou was determined to do whatever it took.

In order to follow the original plan to build a grand canal, the transformation of the Qinjiang River is almost inevitable. If a tributary is to be transformed in the Qinjiang River, it will inevitably cause heavy damage to the interests of the Miluo people downstream. War between countries is almost inevitable.

Although he knew that everyone was in pain and tired, Song Chengzhou had no choice. For the sake of this country and the long-term peace and stability in the future, he could only bite the bullet and let the soldiers march in a hurry.

In the second half of the night, after arriving at the predetermined location, Song Chengzhou ordered all the soldiers to rest where they were. At this time, the weather was unfavorable and it started to rain lightly.

In the tent, the gray-haired Song Chengzhou was writing a memorial under the dim light.

"I don't know how things are going in Jiangnan. Has Your Majesty returned to Kyoto? I must report the affairs here to Your Majesty as soon as possible."

Song Chengzhou wrote what he wanted to tell Ning Fan on the memorial while talking with the staff beside him.

Unlike other frontier officials, Song Chengzhou was very accomplished in political skills on the one hand, and on the other hand he was a capable official and an official who knew how to get things done.

In some respects, Song Chengzhou can even be said to be a master of psychology. He can accurately control the emotions of others, such as the relationship between the emperor and himself.

Song Chengzhou had a habit of submitting memorials to the emperor on a regular basis and reporting his own developments from time to time. Every detail would be reflected in the memorial.

There are two advantages in reporting these big and small matters to the emperor. First, you can keep getting closer to the emperor and have constant heart-to-heart conversations, which will not easily arouse the king's suspicion.

The second benefit is to maintain the closest relationship with the king at all times.

"If we really want to go to war with Miluo in the northwest, we must ask for your Majesty's opinion. After all, we in Dakang are at a critical moment now. If we want to go to war with the Miluo people in the northwest, we must pay attention to the Huns. trend."