Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

The flames of fire surrounded the camp of the Western Qin Army. In the huge handsome tent, Ying Zheng sat in front of the desk.There was a huge marching map on his case, and Ying Zheng stared at the map without saying a word. Although Han Fei had told them the strategy and method, he had to personally deploy the specific candidates.

Several generals under Yingzheng were arguing endlessly over who should be the main force on the left and right wings, and the rough voices of these battlefield bosses surpassed each other.

"When it comes to assaults, I, Old Lin, are the best at it!" A general named Lin Bao said loudly to the other generals. As the name suggests, he has a strong and unyielding temperament, and his voice is like a leopard.

When Ji Su heard this, his face fell instantly, and he counterattacked: "General Lin, let's save it. Since the injury has not healed yet, the main attacking position is still left to us."

Lin Bao raised his brows when he heard this, and retorted loudly: "What are these minor injuries? Or do you mean that you, Lao Ji, look down on me, Lao Lin?"

In an instant, the entire handsome tent was full of arguments. Ying Zheng was a little impatient with their quarrel, and his condensed phoenix eyes reflected the sharp gaze, and reprimanded: "Shut up to me! What kind of general are you making noise!"

A group of hard-bodied men immediately fell silent in front of Ying Zheng, and their scalps felt a little numb.

Jia Ting bit the bullet, stepped forward and said, "My lord, you can't say that, you have to choose a suitable general as the main vanguard of the left and right wings."

Ying Zheng looked down at the map on the case without even raising his eyelids, "Why don't you discuss it, who will go to the middle to attract the enemy's main cavalry?"

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The young marshal's light words successfully choked the group of iron-blooded men.In the entire battle plan, those responsible for the feint attack in the middle were falsely defeated by Liao Rong. To put it bluntly, they were "cannon fodder". It's no wonder that this group of generals who are striving for strength are so resistant to being in charge of the middle.

Ying Zheng glanced at these subordinates one by one with coercive eyes, and the backs of these tough generals instantly turned cold when he saw them, and he just begged that this unlucky mid-road mission would not fall on him.

"Let Lin Bao and Ji Su go to the middle lane." Ying Zheng said lightly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

The two people who were named suddenly turned bitter faces. They wanted to say something, but they didn't dare to speak.

"Anyway, the two of you were the loudest just now, you guys, the play can be performed well." Ying Zheng picked up a soft cloth and wiped Tian Wen's sword, "Don't let me down." The last few words were almost word for word , the warning in the words speaks for itself.

Ji Su and Lin Bao received the military order, their backs burst into cold sweat.

"This king is in charge of outflanking the left wing, and Jia Ting is in charge of the right wing."

Jia Ting immediately received the military order, and was a little worried, "My lord... wants to go to the battlefield in person? Liao Rong has 2 more horses than us, it's really too dangerous!"

Seeing the undisguised worry in Jia Ting's eyes, Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel a little sneer in his heart, and said lightly, "What? I thought the king would not be able to lift his sword when he returned to Beijing."

"The end will not dare."

Seeing Ying Zheng standing up again, with his collar folded, his eyes like torches, he said in a deep voice, "This battle must be won! Who dares to take away the territory that the king likes! I, the Western Qin Army, have always been the only ones who rob other people!" Ying Zheng said the last sentence almost arbitrarily, but it sounded extremely reasonable.

Seeing the prince full of fighting spirit, the generals under him also felt that there was a fire burning in their chests, and they didn't care who was the main attacker and who was feigning the attack, and they replied loudly in unison: "The last general will obey the prince's order!"

The iron horse hissed at dawn and the walls of the camp were cold. Under the bright red morning glow, Yingzheng's [-] cavalry raised their horses and raised their whips.The [-] infantrymen were like a black flood, almost filling the entire plain, with spears like forests and banners flying.Ying Zheng was riding on a horse, his fiery red cloak was blown up high, his phoenix eyes were firmly looking into the distance, and his straight figure stood tall in the vastness of the world.Tian Wen hangs on his waist, the desire for blood and victory makes this peerless magic weapon buzz in the scabbard.

Yingzheng pulled out the question of heaven and pointed to the sky—"The Western Qin army will surely win!"

Fifty thousand soldiers roared in unison, the voice was like thunder: "Kill——!"

Tens of thousands of people in the middle of the road fought together in a short while, and Yingzheng cut through the mess with a sharp blade, and quickly dealt with the enemies rushing up around him like lightning.Under the cover of arrows, he led the heavy armored cavalry, galloping like lightning, and rushed from the left wing to the predetermined assault position.Taking a look at the blazing battlefield, the troops in the middle lane are already fighting together, but the mere [-] cavalry in the middle lane are definitely not the opponents of the elite Liao Rong, so they can only delay for a while.As long as he and Jia Ting complete this huge encirclement, and then attack with fire, he is sure to completely wipe out this so-called elite Liao Rong army.

Ji Su and Lin Bao led the army to fend off the enemy's elite cavalry from the center, only wanting to delay for a moment for Ying Zheng and Jia Ting.But looking at the enemies that kept coming up and the signal smoke that hadn't appeared for a long time, I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.Looking at the ferocious Liao Rong people in front of him, his blood was surging, and he slashed at the enemy vigorously, like a bloody demon from hell.After fighting fiercely for a while, Lin Bao finally saw the rising smoke of the wolf, and shouted to him: "The smoke of the wolf is rising!" Ji Su looked into the distance, and as expected, the faint blue smoke of the wolf ignited everyone's blood, and his face showed joy , Shouting to the remaining soldiers: "Let's retreat quickly! Quickly! Quickly!"

Ying Zheng pointed his sword forward and ordered in a cold voice, "Kill them all!"

The soldiers immediately advanced at full speed after receiving the order, and the encirclement circle narrowed again and again. The troops in the middle pretended to retreat, but in fact they retreated to the rear, blocking all the retreat routes of the Liao Rong cavalry with powerful crossbows and sharp arrows.By the time the Liaorong people realized it, the huge encirclement had been basically completed.Di Lou, the chief general of Liao Rong, had a very ugly face, he clenched his teeth, and even his cheeks were twitching faintly. He didn't expect that Ying Zheng would play this trick for him, and his thoughts were not insidious!Looking back and forth, he finally discovered the weaker part of the encirclement. As if grasping at the straw to save his life, he pointed his machete and shouted at his subordinates, "Go to the southeast!"

He led the remnants and rushed all the way, but before he got close, tens of thousands of sharp arrows seemed to cut through the air, and shot firmly into the ground, and those arrows burned blazingly as soon as they touched the ground.Connecting front, back, left, and right, the flames surrounded it into a huge circle.The Liao Rong soldiers showed fear in their eyes, and before they could react, the overwhelming fire oil completely extinguished their last hope, and they could only watch helplessly as the fuel was added to the fire, and it burned more and more vigorously.In an instant, tens of thousands of Liao soldiers and their horses had already ignited a raging fire, screaming, wailing, and rolling wildly on the ground, trying to extinguish the deadly fire, but it was futile.Some desperate people even tried to rush out of the huge fire circle, but as soon as someone approached the edge of the fire circle, the West Qin army immediately suppressed them with powerful crossbows.

Ying Zheng rode his horse and stopped on a high ground in the grassland. He was deaf to the howls of tens of thousands of Liaorong people. He just watched all this with a cold eye and smiled contemptuously, "The sword of Liaorong Kingdom was broken by my own hands!"

The northern border is always extremely cold and quiet, and occasionally an egret flies by outside the window.Han Fei sat in the study with little Fusu, and the earth dragon warmed the whole room.Xiaoyuan, who helped Su Ruannuo, held Han Fei's hand, and Han Fei took him to teach him to write stroke by stroke.Fusu can write a few simple words now. Although it is not stable yet, it is already quite good.Fusu looked at the crooked characters on the paper. It was his own name, which was far less beautiful than what Teacher Han Fei had written with him.Han Fei took him to write a few times, and seeing that his writing was getting steady, he let go of his hand and let Fusu practice calligraphy by himself.On the other hand, Han Fei picked up a volume of books, sat in front of the desk opposite, propped his forehead with his hands, and began to think deeply.

Fusu wrote for a while, and his eyes drifted out of the window unconsciously. Han Fei looked at Fusu who was in a daze, and didn't even realize that the ink dripped on the paper, so he unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, "But I'm tired of studying. ?”

Hearing the teacher's question, Fusu came back to his senses in shock, staring at Han Fei's smiling face with clear eyes like a deer, "When will the father come back?" Bai Nen's steamed stuffed bun face faintly felt grievance, "I miss him."

As soon as Yingzheng came back, he went directly to the battlefield without even entering the house. He hadn't seen his father for so long, so it's no wonder that Fusu missed his father so much.Han Fei walked up to Fusu, touched his little head, and said softly, "The prince will be back in a few days."

Fu Su raised his eyes and stared at Han Fei seriously, "Really?"

Han Fei pinched his round face with a smile, "Teacher won't lie to Fusu."

It had been several days since he had seen Ying Zheng, and after hearing what Fu Su said, Han Fei also missed Ying Zheng a little.A little dazed, he was suddenly awakened by Fusu's exclamation, and when he looked up, Fusu had already run to the window with two short legs.

"It's snowing!" Fu Su Xiaoyuan's face was full of surprise and innocence. "Teacher, come and see, it's snowing!"

Han Fei walked to the window, raised his eyes, and looked towards the sky. The snowflakes were like pure elves, falling from the sky, whirling, like pear blossoms flying all over the sky, flying to every corner, kissing the blazing land. the earth.Han Fei stood by the window, holding Fusu's little hand, one big and one small standing side by side, admiring the beautiful first snow.

It's snowing, I miss you a little...