Murong Fu had a half-day to spare, playing with a few women, swimming in the lake, and doing some trivial matters during this period, most of which were not worth mentioning. However, he thought about the Murong family's escape route, but he couldn't do it.
Come up with a good solution.
Although he had made up his mind to run the Piaomiao Peak Lingjiu Palace as the second headquarters of the Murong family, Piaomiao Peak is located in the Western Region, far away from the Central Plains, so it can only be used as a last resort. Unless he runs out of ammunition and food and is at the end of the road, he will
He retreated to Piaomiao Peak, but he was not in that situation now. He was just in case. If Xiangyang City could not be defended, the Murong family could have a place to hide and wait.
Judging from the current situation, there are not many places for the Murong family to choose. First of all, Shuzhong is one of them, but again, the advantages of Shuzhong are also disadvantages. There are few people in the mountains, the roads are rugged, and it is not easy to transport the army. Compared with the Central Plains,
The connection is weak. If we were to use central Sichuan as our base, the Murong family might always live in a corner.
Next are Shenlong Island and Xiake Island. The former has a small population and a narrow area, while the latter is isolated overseas. They are also not good choices.
Finally, there is the Yangtze River Basin. Mongolia is not good at water warfare and has no navy. If it occupies the Yangtze River Basin, it can hold on for a while, and it can also grasp the situation in the Central Plains at any time and wait for opportunities. But in that case, there will be no stable base. The Murong family will
He became a rootless duckweed, and Murong Fu was a good-looking person. How could he become a bandit?
"Is it possible that we can only do our best to defend Xiangyang City?" Murong Fu murmured with a long sigh in the lake-viewing pavilion.
Guanhu Pavilion is a pavilion built on the lake in the north of Shenhe Village. At this time, Murong Fu was lying on a stone chair, with his head resting on Xiao Zhao's chest. There were two children in front of him rubbing his legs, and Mu Jianping beside him.
He peeled the oranges, and further away Wang Yuyan and Abi were playing on the lake. Only Chen Lingyue stood outside the pavilion, looking at the horizon dimly, not knowing what she was thinking.
Xiao Zhao stretched out his hand to gently smooth the wrinkles on Murong Fu's forehead, and said softly, "Sir, you are frowning and sighing, but what difficulties have you encountered? Why don't you tell us and we can help you find a solution together."
"Sister Xiaozhao is right," Shuang'er said, "One person is short-term and the other is wise. Sister Xiaozhao is so smart, she will definitely be able to help the young master come up with a good idea."
Mu Jianping remained silent and fed a piece of orange flesh with the skin, seeds and tendons removed into his mouth.
Murong Fu stuttered and reached out to pinch Shuang'er's face, "Sister Xiaozhao is smart, isn't Shuang'er smart?"
Shuang'er smiled sweetly, "Shuang'er is very stupid, how can he be as smart as Sister Xiaozhao."
"Haha, you are all very smart." Murong Fu said with a smile, and then sighed, "It's not really a difficulty, I'm just a little worried about the loss of Xiangyang City."
Xiao Zhao gently rubbed his shoulders, "Can we send so many troops and still not be able to defend Xiangyang City?"
Murong Fu shook his head, "It's hard to say. We have dispatched less than 300,000 troops. Counting the 780,000 or 80,000 defenders of Xiangyang City, the 100,000 Beggar Gang disciples, and the 200,000 Ezhou troops of Song Ting, we can count on it.
It's only 700,000, and Mongolia has come with 800,000 troops this time. If they fight head-on, it will be a sure defeat. Even if they defend the city, I don't dare to say that there is a 100% chance of winning, at most 70-80%.
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In fact, 70% to 80% is still an overestimation. The chance of victory in his heart is only 60%. The defenders of Xiangyang City have long been exhausted and their combat power has been greatly reduced. The disciples of the Beggar Clan are just a bunch of rabble. The only hope is the 200,000
The Ezhou Army, but Ezhou Dutong is a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death. He dare not even enter Xiangyang City. Calculating like this, the 60% chance of victory is already extremely high.
"I understand," Xiao Zhao thought quickly and quickly thought of the key, "Young master, do you want to find a way out for the Murong family?"
Shuang'er and Mu Jianping both looked confused. How could it be related to the retreat?
Murong Fu smiled, stretched out a bad hand to the back of his head, and pinched the indescribable thing, "Xiao Zhao is indeed smart. It is always right to prepare for the worst in everything. As long as there is a 10% chance of losing, The Murong family must have a way out, but the problem is that I haven't thought of a suitable one after much thought."
Xiao Zhao's face turned red, and he twisted his body to avoid his bad hands. He pondered for a while and asked, "Why don't you, Master, directly control Xiangyang City?"
Murong Fu was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head, "I have had this idea, but now Xiangyang City has become the center of the war, and the situation is precarious. Taking control of Xiangyang City at this time will only waste away the strength of the Murong family, and the gain will not be worth the loss."
Xiao Zhao pursed his lips and said, "Sir, there is a saying in the Art of War of China's Sun Tzu, which is called 'throw yourself into a dead place and then survive; be trapped in a dead place and then live'. The current Xiangyang City is not a dead place yet, so there is nothing to worry about. Xiangyang City has a population of over one million and is the throat of the Central Plains. Obtaining it will greatly enhance the strength of the Murong family. In the future, they will be able to advance and retreat freely regardless of the eastward expedition, the westward expedition, or the northern expedition. The benefits are huge."
When Murong Fu heard the last sentence, his eyes could not help but light up. The more he thought about it, the more tempted he became. Although Xiangyang City is a bit more dangerous now, it is not impossible to defend it if the Murong family goes all out.
After thinking about it for a while, Murong Fu suddenly understood. He hugged Xiao Zhao and kissed him, "Xiao Zhao is such a good baby. Master, I like you more and more."
Xiao Zhao was very happy to be able to help him and shyly let him do whatever he wanted.
Shuang'er and Mu Jianping on the side couldn't help but darken their faces when they saw this, and felt that they could do nothing to relieve Murong Fu's worries.
Murong Fu seemed to sense the thoughts of the two women, and with a wave of his hand, he took the two women into his arms, "You are both my husband's treasures. Seeing you, my husband will have nothing to worry about. Of course, if we can be together, It would be better if you serve your husband."
As soon as these words came out, the three girls were all ashamed. Shuang'er and Xiao Zhao were okay, they had at least made some absurdities together a few times, but Mu Jianping was too embarrassed to raise her head. After all, she was still a young girl, and she had never experienced such a thing before. I don't even dare to think about a battle.
Seeing this, Murong Fu moved his index finger and he laughed and said, "It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. This is a good time and beautiful scenery in this place. We are just right..."
Before he finished speaking, the three women were startled, got off him in a hurry, and ran away laughing.
"You..." Murong Fu lamented, "You really care about killing but not burying me!"
Chen Lingyue returned to the pavilion at some point and said with a red face, "Master, if you want, I...I can..."
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat and he blurted out, "Is it okay to use your mouth?"
Chen Lingyue was stunned for a moment, and then she realized what she was doing. Her cheeks were so red that they were almost bleeding, and she replied in a weak voice, "As long as the young master likes it..."
"I like it, of course I do." Murong Fu's eyes flashed and he untied his belt without hesitation.
"But...I can't..."
"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you, just hold it in your mouth first..."
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Half an hour later, Chen Lingyue lay on the edge of the lake and spit out the filth in her mouth. She touched her sore chin and looked at the reflection in the lake. A complicated look flashed across her face.
"Lingyue, are you okay? Our main show hasn't started yet, hurry up." Murong Fu urged.
Chen Lingyue's heart skipped a beat and she said coquettishly, "Okay, okay, young master, you are so awesome. You have been struggling for so long and you still haven't let me go."
"What's this? Young Master, when I'm at full strength..."
In the middle of speaking, he suddenly paused and turned around to look, only to see a turbulent force rising in Shenhe Village, and countless sword lights flashing.
"Haha, are you finally here? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Murong Fu said with a sneer, and disappeared in a flash.
Chen Lingyue opened her mouth, but swallowed it back, looking worriedly in the direction of Shenhe Village.
Murong Fu's figure flashed a few times, and in an instant he came to the roof of the courtyard where Huanshi Shui Pavilion was located. Looking down, he saw that the courtyard was in a mess. The rockery at the entrance of Huanshi Shui Pavilion had been smashed into pieces. At this time, a huge stone stood on it.
There were two people, one was in black and masked, with a medium build, and the other was in white as snow, it was Li Mochou. The courtyard was surrounded by Lingxiao Pavilion disciples, their swords unsheathed, and they were all on guard.
The man in black crossed his arms, as if waiting for Murong Fu. After seeing him appear, a smile flashed in his eyes, "Here comes my little friend. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
When Murong Fu heard this voice, he couldn't help blurting out, "It's really you!"
Previously, he only had a 70-80% guess, but now he was completely certain that this person was the old Persian man Hassan who asked for directions in the restaurant that day.
"Hahaha!" Hassan laughed loudly, "I am flattered that my little friend can be so surprised. However, my little friend was too unkind. He deliberately pointed me in the wrong direction that day, causing me to go down many wrong paths."
Murong Fu frowned slightly, "Your Majesty's ability to hide your aura so well is truly eye-opening."
"Some meager skills are nothing to mention." Hassan said humbly, then changed the subject, "I heard that the Murong family has a rich collection of books, including martial arts classics from all sects in the world. People in the world only need to offer an unknown one.
If you collect the secrets, you can exchange them for a martial arts secret book. I am old and inexperienced, and I am proficient in dozens of secrets from the Western Regions that are not found in China. I am willing to make an exchange with you, what do you think?"
"No." Murong Fu refused without thinking.
Hassan was not angry at all, he smiled and said, "Is it possible that my little friend has some misunderstanding about the old man? How come the rules are no longer applicable to the old man?"
A trace of ridicule flashed across Murong Fu's lips, "If you really want to exchange for martial arts secrets, why would you sneak into Murong's house so secretly? What's more, with your cultivation as a human being, you would care about a few crude martial arts books? Say this,
I’m afraid you don’t even believe it yourself!”
Hassan shook his head, "My little friend, your cultivation level is not low. You should understand that the Tao is very simple, and there is no distinction between high and low martial arts. To be honest, my cultivation level is stuck in a bottleneck. I have traveled to the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, and I have not been able to do it."
I can find a way to break through, and I have heard for a long time that the martial arts in the Central Plains are profound and profound, so I came all the way here, hoping to gain something."
"Really?" Murong Fu smiled slightly, "Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of the Central Plains martial arts world. Why don't you go to Shaolin Temple to borrow books?"
"This..." Hassan's tone stopped, and he said with a smile, "There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Shaolin Temple, and I don't dare to provoke them at will."
Murong Fu's voice suddenly turned cold, "So, my Murong family is easy to bully?"