Winter war?

When Feng Jue heard the news, he almost thought that he had a problem with his ears and heard it wrong. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He asked Feng Jin privately, "It's the middle of winter now, and it's approaching the New Year's Festival, so it's ...... to use troops at this time."

Feng Jin swallowed the next words back into his stomach, but Feng Jin already understood what his brother wanted to express.

Feng Jin let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "The emperor ordered the world to be diligent and the king, and the lord, as a courtier, naturally cannot disobey the holy decree. But if it is to honor King Qin, the lord's previous efforts will inevitably be in vain, and if the cancer of the Red Lotus Sect is not removed, it will be difficult for the people of Maruzhou to live in peace. In order to get the best of both worlds, he had to choose this time to start the war, strive for a quick victory, and draw troops to Chenzhou as soon as possible to respond to the edict. ”

Even if he was facing his brother, Feng Jin also said the scene beautifully.

Jiang Pengji chose to start a war in winter, not for her own selfish desires, let alone to expand her territory, she was for the good of the people of Maruzhou, with a sincere and patriotic heart, and it was difficult to find important ministers, good ministers, and virtuous ministers in Dongqing!

As for the truth, uh-huh-mm-their brothers just know it in their hearts.

The corners of Feng Jue's lips hooked up a faint smile, implying mockery, "King Qin......"

For the Dongqing royal family, no matter whether King Qin succeeds or fails, the final result cannot undo the fact that they are about to perish.

The dynasty that has rotted to the bone, is it still possible to continue?

I don't know, did King Qin let the royal family survive this time, or hastened his death?

Feng Jin furrowed his brows, his face was thoughtful, "The lord is also forced to do it this time, if it weren't for the 'King Qin' to intervene in the matter, the lord should have recovered Chengde County after spring ploughing according to the plan." Now, I can only advance the time and try to give it a try. ”

Feng Jue lowered his eyes for a while, and said tentatively, "Huaiyu, you said that in this battle, how sure is Liu Lanting in this battle?"

If he wins, Jiang Pengji, whose power has expanded again, will be able to clean up the native scholars of Shangyang County and completely control Maruzhou.

If she loses, the local scholars of Shangyang County may cause some troubles to her.

People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places.

The family can continue for a hundred years and thousands of years, not only relying on a good family style, but also needs to accurately "invest" and "stand in line" again and again.

If those scholars can't see the future, Jiang Pengji will have to be careful of the knife in secret.

"I don't dare to say ten percent, ninety percent is still there. Feng Jin brushed his sleeves with one hand and made tea with the other, and the brothers sat in front of the window, cooking tea and wine, and talking about political affairs, "Although this time it happened suddenly, the lord has always liked to prepare early." This year's autumn harvest has yielded a good harvest in the fields, and the grain depot has long been filled with grain. The army has abundant grain and grass, strong horses, and well-trained soldiers who are extremely resistant to cold. In comparison, the Red Lotus Sect is a rabble that can't get on the table, such a huge contrast, as long as the lord does not destroy the city wall, our side will definitely win. ”

When Feng Jue heard the first sentence, he secretly gasped in his heart.

Even if it was the reincarnation of the god of war, he didn't dare to say that the chances of winning the war were so high, after all, the battle was about the right time, place and people.

Subsequently, after listening to Feng Jin's analysis, Feng Jin could vaguely understand where his confidence came from.

"In this way, it's for my brother to look down on Liulan Pavilion......"

Feng Qi and Feng Jin sat opposite each other and tasted tea, and the tea stove around them was faintly boiling, steaming with hot white gas.

The two were silent for a moment.

Feng Jin opened his mouth to break the frozen atmosphere.

"This time King Qin, he will definitely be able to gather many heroes in Dongqing, and my brother can go to join in the fun?"

Nansheng has been extinguished, Dongqing is twilight in the west mountain, Zhongzhao has also begun to decline, the remaining Beiyuan and Xichang are also chaotic, the whole world has been involved in the whirlpool of war, unless there is a Ming Lord to dominate the world, otherwise, it will inevitably reproduce the chaotic scene of the Sixteen Kingdoms.

The Feng clan wants to continue for thousands of generations, and after this hurdle, it is inevitable to enter the game and fight.

There are thousand-year-old families in the world, but there is no thousand-year-old royal family, and the Feng family is not interested in that position, and still takes the auxiliary route.

As the son of the sect, whether he wants to or not, he must choose a potential stock as the master.

Now King Qin, heroes and heroes with heads and faces will gather in one place, and Feng Jue won't join in the fun?

Feng Jue's eyes were a little cold, and he said in a shallow tone, "Looking at the situation in Dongqing, there are only a few forces, the largest of which is Liu She and his son. The rest of the small fish and shrimp are either high in sight and low in hand, or they are unlucky, and their foundation is weak, so they are at most mixed in their own acres and thirds...... According to the perspective of being a brother, it is difficult to achieve great things. To go or not to go, it doesn't mean much. ”

As the saying goes, don't find a boyfriend in the garbage.

In the case of Feng Jue, he also refused to choose the master among a group of small shrimps.

To put it more bluntly, these forces, except for a few specific ones, can't be put on the table, and Feng Jue doesn't even have to think about it.

The world is so big, why stick to the small Dongqing?

Regarding his brother's words, Feng Jin quite agreed.

In this era, war is not something that can be fought, and pre-war preparations are very cumbersome.

Jiang Pengji passed the order to Fengyi County, and asked the informant to secretly contact An Xuan and ask him how the progress was going.

I thought I could rest during the New Year's Festival, but everyone was still too young.

When Qi Guanrang and others received the news, they thought that they hadn't slept enough in the morning and had hallucinations.

Xu Ke passed the letter around, and Jiang Pengji explained very clearly in the letter that this war must be fought if it is not fought.

Yang Si pursed his lips, "It's really a lot." ”

How can anyone run to fight during the Chinese New Year?

Xu Ke knows that Yang Si has been angry in recent days, who let the government affairs of Cheng'an County basically press on Yang Si?

The kitchen serves four or five meals a day, but the fat that Yang Sigang raised is still losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he is busy!

The officer said, "Let's go to a few captains to negotiate first, and the soldiers who will go out to fight must be determined as soon as possible." ”

Xu Ke manages logistics, and the grain and grass that need to be prepared for the war have been supplied to him, and he is basically in charge.

Judging from the letter sent by Jiang Pengji, she did not ask for their opinions, but only informed them of a fact.

As a capable leader, all you can do at this time is to try to prepare as well as you can.

Yang Si sighed and rolled his eyes secretly.

Qi Guanrang and Xu Ke were busy preparing for war, which meant that most of the government affairs of Fengyi County had to be piled on him.

It's going to tire him out of the rhythm.

"Paying for your own life for a meal, your husband is really stupid-"

Yang Si rolled his eyes at the dead fish, and the official documents on the table were stacked extremely high, and the shadows cast could envelop his body.

The scholar was arrested by Yang Si to be a strong man, from the beginning of the stumbling to the current government skill, who knows the bitterness?

He struggled to hold a large stack of bamboo slips over, put them on the table with a clatter, and held the pile of bamboo slips to pant.

After breathing, the scholar was filled with indignation.