"Sister, aren't you afraid?" Xiaomei began to look at this ordinary nanny with admiration.
The other party curled his lips, sighed softly and said: "Hey, we are in a place where we are attacked every now and then. Can you come here in fear? Besides, since we have our young master, when has Cangzhou City ever suffered a defeat? Keep them safe.
Wherever you come from, you will die wherever you go!"
Xiaomei swallowed her saliva and replied in a very low voice: "What you said...is right."
But Gong Yueyue's heart was severely pinched by the nanny's words. Where is the man who once said he would do everything possible to protect her and her children? If the army really comes to the city, how should she deal with it?
Xiaomei held the baby boy, and Gong Yueyue held the baby girl, and they both walked toward the garden. Although the temperature was low today, there was fortunately enough sunshine.
"Miss, there's still no news about my uncle?" Xiaomei asked quietly as she followed her.
"No, just like a kite with a broken string, it has disappeared..."
"Then...what if the Liao army really comes over...what should we do? Miss, how about we go back to Luoyang..." Xiaomei has lived in Luoyang, a prosperous and comfortable city since she was a child. Where has she experienced war? Just think about the chaos of war.
The scene made her terrified from the bottom of her heart.
Gong Yueyue heard the real fear and nervousness in her tone, and felt a little guilty. This girl also came with her. If a war really broke out, she would have to follow her everywhere. She turned back and freed up a hand to rub it.
He rubbed her head, squeezed out a smile and said: "Silly girl, if you say this to the master, He Yong, my second brother and the others, they will have to vomit blood. Is it possible that your uncle is the only one in the world who knows how to fight? They
Who is not experienced in hundreds of battles and possesses all the skills? Don’t forget, don’t we still have a Dongdu hero?”
When Xiaomei heard what she said, she felt that there was some truth in her heart. She said a little embarrassedly: "I didn't mean that. I just feel that if my uncle is here, I will feel more at ease."
Gong Yueyue also had an unashamed expression on her face and shook her head in disbelief: "That's right! Our little pretty boy is indeed a military genius. He is talented in literature and military strategy, and can use troops like a god. He can fight better than Zhuge Liang, is smarter than Guan Yu, and is more handsome than Zhang Fei.
,Compare……"
Before she could finish her speech, Xiaomei smiled from ear to ear, and the two dolls in her arms also giggled non-stop.
Gong Yueyue gently patted her daughter's little butt, pretending to be angry and said: "You're laughing your ass off. When it comes to that old man of yours, you all smile playfully. Don't even look at who is wiping your butts all day long.
Pee!" She was almost jealous to death! The preferences of her son and daughter were obviously biased towards their father. As long as they came into contact with Zhao Changyuan's things, they would be so excited that they couldn't help themselves. But when facing Gong Yueyue, she could only use the four words "so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so,
words to describe.
She was still immersed in strong jealousy, grievance and dissatisfaction. Xiaomei behind her reminded her hesitantly that the person in her mouth who pissed and shit-"It seems...it's me..."
She turned around happily, turned her daughter's face to Xiaomei, and said with a playful smile: "Then, remember this face, do you know that you should be filial to her when you grow up?"
Xiaomei felt happy when she heard the kind words for free. When she looked up, she found a person coming from the opposite side. She bent her knees and greeted respectfully: "Second Young Master Pan."
The evil young man smiled heartily and waved his hand: "Well, don't be so polite in the future."
Gong Yueyue saw that he was still refreshed and couldn't help but admire how good it is to be young. "Have you finished talking about everything?"
"No, everyone is hungry. Let's go have breakfast first. I'll take the time to come over and see my future daughter-in-law." As he said that, he stretched out his fingers and touched Wanyue's face. Unexpectedly, the little girl also stretched out her hand to fight back.
She grabbed him, held his fingers tightly, and refused to let go.
Gong Yueyue chuckled: "I'm telling myself, I won't let my daughter fall in love with her brother and sister." This is a joke. She will not be the kind of mother who hinders her children's free love.
The evil young man didn't care about her words, and still fought with Wanyue for his fingers: "That's not up to you. Female students can't stay."
After chatting for a while, Gong Yueyue was afraid that the strong wind outside would damage the babies, so she asked Xiaomei to carry them back to the wet nurse's room.
Immediately, she and Mr. Evil sat on opposite sides of the pavilion and talked about serious matters. "By the way, I'm a little strange. In the past, when the Liao army sent troops to attack, we didn't make such a big move. Is there anything special this time?"
The evil young man leaned lazily on the lacquered wooden pillar, grabbed a handful of pebbles, and threw them towards the small pond: "Let me put it simply, if the Liao army crosses the desert this time and reaches the vicinity of Yumen Pass, they will be able to fight with them.
The Xia army colluded and joined forces to deal with our army. At that time, they can use Xixia as the camp and the Liao army as the main force, and recuperate while fighting. Moreover, you can predict with your toes that Youzhou City will take the opportunity to poke our Cangzhou, then
Our border cities are in danger of losing sight of one thing. After all, our military strength is inferior to others, and our military types are suppressed by others. This is an indisputable fact."
Gong Yueyue understood what he meant. At that time, the Central Plains was dominated by infantry, and the nomadic people were of course dominated by cavalry. In the cold weapon era, it was Zhao Shi who restrained cavalry from infantry. Even when Zhao Xiong was young, he paid special attention to the development of cavalry.
Troops. However, the combat effectiveness of the Central Plains cavalry is still incomparable with that of the Khitan people. The simple reason is that one is a private car owner who drives occasionally, and the other is a taxi driver who drives for a living. If nothing else, who has better driving skills?
It goes without saying.
Thinking of this, she replied calmly: "I understand. But crossing the desert is not an easy task."
"Well, I know this too. But since they dare to do this, we have to take precautions. As your big white goose said, we must not wait until the enemy is approaching the city before we start thinking of ways to deal with it. These weather-beaten broken city gates
, how can we stop more than 100,000 cavalry?"
Hearing him mention Zhao Changyuan, Gong Yueyue suddenly remembered something: "Young Master, you said last time that someone in the Mingjiao had contact with the Liao military. Could this be related to this military operation?"
"I have considered this possibility. Do you know what the Ming Cult has a great name?" Seeing her shaking her head, the evil young man continued calmly: "Lord of the Desert."
"So exaggerated..." Gong Yueyue was almost amused by such an unflattering name.
The bad boy curled his lips and continued: "It is indeed a bit exaggerated, but there is a certain reason. It does not mean that they can really control or own the desert. It is that the people in the Ming Cult understand the desert much better than the average person.
When trekking in the desert, the chance of survival is much higher than that of ordinary people."
Gong Yueyue said with a knowing expression: "Then I can probably guess why the Liao army wanted to hook up with the Mingjiao people." It was just that they wanted to recruit some tour guides for themselves.
"Talking to you is not tiring at all." The evil young man admired sincerely. Gong Yueyue is the only woman with whom he can communicate completely as a man. "But I still feel a little strange. As far as I know... As the first sect in a foreign land
The Ming Cult has always prohibited its followers from participating in military and political matters. Why has it gone against Zhao's attitude this time..."
She smiled slightly and said lightly: "Everything is possible, people will change, and rules will change. Besides, there is no evidence to prove that people from the Ming Cult were indeed involved in this matter."
He nodded in agreement: "You are right, there is no point in guessing. The truth will be known sooner or later."
This is Pan Zhuqing's first time participating in military activities. Since he is a standard layman, he has behaved very low-key from beginning to end. This is also what makes him smarter than ordinary people. He is willing to hide his edge even when it is not in his favor.
.But this does not mean that he is absent-minded. On the contrary, he puts all his attention on listening and learning. He will take everything anyone says or make suggestions into his heart and think about it silently. In the end, according to Zhao Xiong and Cao Rui
When making decisions, discard the dregs and save the essence, and store them in your own mind.
Although the backbone of the meeting was Zhao Xiong and Cao Rui, the participating generals each had their own ideas about this enemy-defending plan.
Some generals, led by Yang Jinyi and Yang Jinzhong, advocated mobilizing most of the military forces to camp near Yuchidian in Yumenguan, so that even if they could not scare away the Liao army, they could set up formations to meet the enemy as soon as possible.
However, some generals, led by Pan Ershao and He Yong, insisted on holding on to the city. It would not be too late to concentrate their forces until they confirmed where the enemy would eventually use the battlefield.
Both sides have their own reasonable opinions, and they are in a stalemate with no conclusion. Even Zhao Xiong and Cao Rui hold opposite opinions. Zhao Xiong is inclined to Yang Jinyi's suggestion, while Cao Rui thinks that Pan Aishao's idea is more stable.
Pan Zhuqing, who had been arguing from morning to night and remained silent, finally said his first and only sentence after being present: "In fact, what everyone said makes sense. But it is the commander-in-chief of the armed forces who should make the decision.
Is not it?"
This was tantamount to a knife in the back, stabbing the already nervous Fang Zhiwen in the buttocks. He gasped and instantly became the focus of everyone's attention. At this time, most people realized that this commander-in-chief of the armed forces, today
Today, it has no sense of existence.
Pan Zhuqing did this not to reveal Fang Zhiwen's identity. He knew that there were many Fang Zhiwen's assassins here, such as Zhao Xiong, He Yong, Pan Jingyuan...each of them was capable of rectifying this situation for him. But he felt that he could not let it go.
Zhao Changyuan and Fang Zhiwen were hiding from the truth so comfortably, so they must be given some clues. Moreover, any blunders and mistakes Fang Zhiwen made at this moment would actually only be blamed on Zhao Changyuan.
Just as Zhao Xiong, Pan Jingyuan and He Yong were quickly searching their minds for words that could be used to resolve this embarrassing situation, Fang Zhiwen, whose nerves were about to break, said something that made the three of them speechless and choked: "Can I...can...
…Let’s go to the hut first…”
People who didn't know the inside story were amused by his words and the tone in which he spoke. They were thinking in their hearts, this Zhao Changyuan is just a little kid with no hair, and he just shows off his power on weekdays. When his father is present, he is frightened.
I can’t even speak. After all, I’m not someone who can pick a big fight...(To be continued)