Chapter 927
With her mind, it would be a pity not to be a military advisor or become an official in the court.
"What's wrong? Did I say it wrong? Look at your frightened look." Li Shishi raised her head and said angrily after speaking for a long time.
"No, you're so right, it's not that much different from what I've imagined."
"That's right, as the saying goes, husband and wife work together, and they can cut off gold." When Li Shishi heard this, he couldn't help but smile sweetly with his eyebrows relaxed and his eyes bent.
"Why are you crying?" Not far away, at the door of the back garden, Ling Zong frowned and asked in a low voice at Wu Qilang.
"Barring! How could I, a man of great men, urinate?" Wu Qilang was furious and glared at Ling Zong fiercely and said angrily.
"Then why did the third lady say that just now?"
"That's called exaggeration or not. You've followed the master for so long, but you didn't even understand the rhetoric. Alas... It seems that the master taught you all the culture that he taught you was asked to throw you into the pit. I will report to the master..."
"Damn, don't talk nonsense to me..."
The Wang Jing next to him saw the two evil guys spitting at each other, and finally managed to hold back his smile. "Two, please keep your voice down, don't let the adults listen, so as to save the trouble of coming over and asking for trouble."
"Tsk, who would like to fight this guy? By the way, brother Wang Jing, didn't I tell you, aren't you doing well as a deputy general? Why do you have to be a follower next to the adults like us?"
"I just think that following the adults can learn a lot more. My talent really makes me admire you..." Wang Jing explained with a smile.
But the sincerity in his tone really makes Ling Zong and Wu Qilang feel a sense of glory. Yes, in terms of awesomeness, the current Song Dynasty is the only old driver Su Dongpo who can compare culture with his masters.
Those who dare to compete with their own master for their achievements in expanding territory, hehe, there is no comparison...
"By the way, have you heard it? What the lord meant is that this battle will end soon."
"It's time to end. It's Mid-Autumn Festival now. When winter comes, the coldness of the north will be frozen by the cold people and horses. So what else can you fight? It's better to go back to your own house and hold your own children." Wu Qilang nodded, and he missed homesome too.
"In this battle, our Song Dynasty made a lot of money. With hundreds of thousands of troops from the Liao Kingdom and Xixia, we captured Longzhou and Yinzhou again, and rushed to the capital of Xixia to disgust Xixia. Tsk tsk tsk..."
"This kind of achievement is definitely something I have never seen since Emperor Taizong of the Great Song Dynasty."
"At the same time, it would be good if this battle could end earlier. I just don't know that my relatives who are far away in Liaodong are still safe..." Wang Jing looked to the northeast, and his expression seemed very complicated.
"Don't worry, since our Emperor of Song Dynasty has agreed to you, we will definitely do it. Maybe it won't take long to hear the news about your relatives." Wu Qilang looked at the sad look of the king who fought with him, patted his shoulder and comforted him.
"I hope, I just don't know that my dad is safe now."
Wu Qilang and Ling Zong could only pat his shoulder to show comfort. After all, the old man was sent by His Highness the Prince of Liao to Shangjing, and he didn't know what the situation is now.
However, if it had been slaughtered, there should have been news.
The undercurrents within Song Ting seemed very dark. After all, the Song Dynasty is now the one that has the advantage. The wealth of the Song Dynasty is enough to support the long-term and sustainability of this war. As long as the Song Dynasty is willing, even the Liao Dynasty wants to fight for the end, they can be with her to the end.
However, Xixia is not good. The population of Xixia is only more than four million. In the previous several battles, tens of thousands of males have lost. In the subsequent wars, a large number of males have entered the battlefield.
Nowadays, the Xixia country has almost all the elderly, weak, women and children walking on the streets. It is Mid-Autumn Festival now, but this year it is drought and rainy. In addition, the loss of the southern states has led to wars and disputes.
This led to the tax revenue of Xixia this year, which was less than half of the past. Moreover, even if the Liao Kingdom took over the logistics work, Li Ganshun, the king of Xixia, was still worried about how to survive this year. How many elderly, weak, women and children will die in Xixia this winter.
"If this continues, our food and grass will not be able to support the next spring. In this cold winter, I don't know how many elderly, weak, women and children will die due to hunger and cold..." Wei Ming Awu fell in front of the steps, his tone seemed very heavy and authentic.
"The Jeyi tribe in the north is now so bold that it has begun to rob our city, and the Tubo tribes in the west are also ready to move. This year's Qiu Gong, they have been refusing to pay because they have not achieved good harvest this year. And..."
"Enough, I have known enough bad news. Is there no other good way to do it besides raising troops?" Li Ganshun rubbed his eyebrows sadly and asked impatiently.
"Although the supplies brought by the Empress can still be supported, if this battle continues to be stalemate, the scenes mentioned by the old minister will inevitably appear this winter." Wei Ming Awu said helplessly.
"Liao Kingdom, can't we find Liao Kingdom to ask for a batch of assistance? Your Majesty!" An important official next to him couldn't help but shout.
"Want to ask for assistance from Liao Kingdom?" Before Li Ganshun spoke, Wei Ming Awu looked at the guy with a look of his mentally retarded child: "Do you think that the territory of Daxia is not cut off enough? Do you think that the advantage of Liao Kingdom is so easy to take advantage?"
After saying a few words, Li Ganshun nodded silently. "What do you mean..."
"I, Daxia, cannot make a decision, so I can only beg for the Liao Kingdom. I hope that the Liao Kingdom can shake hands with Song Ting as soon as possible when our Daxia is difficult to support now." Wei Ming Awu hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said loudly.
"Ask peace with Song Ting? Are you crazy about Weiming A Wu?! My Daxia is now in this way. Isn't it because the Song State is step by step that today is where they can ask for peace, how could they agree to ask for peace?"
"That's right, you have said it yourself. My Daxia can only beg the Liao Kingdom now, but do you think that the arrogant emperor of Daliao is the kind of person who easily surrenders?"
"We are shameless, Liao Kingdom will still be shameless..."
"Shut up!" Li Ganshun slapped the desk hard, finally stopping the sarcasm in the court.
Chapter completed!