Qingyang Linfeng's character has not changed after all these years. It seems that he was still the same powerful and heroic figure on the battlefield decades ago.
Nangong Qing was silent for a long time, "Today is a rare time for friends to get together. How about we forget about business and just have a drink and chat." Nangong Qing gave Qingyang Lin Feng and Zhuge Xian a look. Zhuge Xian glanced at him and saw
Next to them, Nangong Yueyao and Nangong Wenchu, the two children were still young and could not be allowed to participate in the war, so they understood clearly, "Yes, yes. Why are you so serious? Compared with the founding war of the People's Republic of China, this battle is not even Mao,
It’s not like we haven’t experienced it before, okay, okay.”
Qingyang Linfeng also understood and nodded, "No more, no more. Drink and chat, drink and chat." Naturally, Li Longyan couldn't speak either.
After dinner, Nangong Yueyao went out thinking about Feng Muran. A group of old people gathered in Nangong Qing's study. Nangong Wenchu secretly hid outside the door. He didn't want his beloved sister to go to the front line, but he wanted to go,
Feeling conflicted and entangled. "Zhuge, what do you think?"
After everyone sat down, Qingyang Linfeng was the first to ask. He was asking Zhuge Xian, and he was also asking himself, how to fight this battle. Zhuge Xian sighed and shook his head, "It's difficult." Zhuge Xian remained silent.
, and stopped talking.
"Old Guifeng, what do you think?" Zhuge Xian asked Qingyang Linfeng, and everyone was silent again. This shows the severity of this war. Even generals like them who have experienced hundreds of battles are silent.
"How many cities have we lost now?" Zhuge asked first, Nangongqing frowned, "Three to one." Qingyang Linfeng's eyes widened, "Seriously." Nangongqing nodded, Qingyang Lin
The wind took a breath.
"How could the Demon King from another world be so powerful? Didn't their entire army be destroyed in the battle thirty years ago?" Zhuge Xian rolled his eyes at him, "How do you know that in the past thirty years, that old monster has been here?
What are you doing? We shouldn't have let him live, but we killed him instead." Zhuge first thought about letting the tiger return to the mountain and let the dragon into the sea, and he regretted it.
"It's useless to talk about it now. Let's figure out how to deal with it first. One very important thing is that our young soldiers have suffered numerous casualties and are now in short supply of combat power."
Nangong Qing calmed Zhuge Xian's emotions. He was also responsible for letting go of the Demon Emperor back then. "This large-scale attack from another world may not be that simple. If they have been preparing for thirty years, then if we rush to fight now, we will inevitably die.
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Li Longyan sat quietly, clenching his fists. He didn't like to talk. He only knew how to do things, and he did things neatly. "How many troops do we still have now? How long can the national treasury continue to fight? How about borrowing gifts, food and grass from the rich?
"Zhuge asked questions one by one, but Nangong Qing and Qingyang Linfeng could only remain silent.
"We have 600,000 troops, 80,000 elite soldiers, and the national treasury has 22,410,000 taels. We have already levied taxes on the rich and promised to return them after the war is won. It is estimated that we can collect 10 million taels. General Zhuge, are you satisfied?
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There was a sound outside the window. Feng Aoyang opened the study door and walked in. The four of them stood up and watched Feng Aoyang walk in. The emperor of the generation now had white hair on his eyebrows.
"Your Majesty." Nangong Qing leaned over and Feng Aoyang helped him up. "State affairs are the most important thing. How do the ministers' families view it?" In Feng Aoyang's heart, there are only people who are constantly being killed, and every inch of them is taken away.