"Could it be that the military advisor intends to drag Liu Jingzhou into the water together?"

"Of course, I said that the current Jingzhou is a war or a peace, and it is not him Liu Jingzhou alone who has the final say!"

Looking at the small Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand, Guan Ping was extremely satisfied with Zhuge Liang's reply.

Since his father died at the hands of Wang Li and Zhao Yun, he has always reminded himself not to forget the deep feud like a sea of blood, and he is always looking forward to meeting Wang Li and Zhao Yun again and beheading them under his own knife.

Even, because of this, he even renamed his glaive: Blade of Hatred.

The enmity of parents is not shared. The blade of hatred is not only his ambition, but also the direction he will seek in the second half of his life.

The big hand gently stroked the blade of the Blade of Hatred, feeling the excitement and heat coming from the blade, Guan Ping's heart also became excited and hot: "Strategist, then what should we do?" ”

"Yes, Kong Ming, now that we have left Xiangyang, can you tell us any specific plans?" I don't know when, Liu Bei also caught up with the Chinese army and joined their discussion team.

As they spoke, everyone had already moved away from Xiangyang City and came to a forest.

Zhuge Liang looked at it from a distance for a moment, then retracted his gaze and bowed slightly to Liu Bei, and said: "Of course, when asking for help, Liu Jingzhou has been moved by our words, and he also has a heart of prevention and resistance against Wang Li.

Therefore, he lent Deng County and Cai Yang to the lord, and then drove Cai Mao to Xinyang despite the opposition of Mrs. Cai, Liu Pan, Cai He and others. Therefore, he was still able to warn the Lord today under Sima Zhongda's verbal persecution, and asked me to leave first.

However, our Liu Jingzhou is still indecisive and not resolute enough in handling things, and he does not have the slightest style of state pastoralism. Everything he did for the lord was also not enough to show his sincerity and his fighting spirit towards Wang Li.

As the saying goes: jade is not cut into a tool, and people do not know righteousness if they do not learn. Of course, it may be a bit too much to describe Liu Jingzhou with Puyu. However, he wanted to boil the frog slowly, but we would never agree. We're going to add some more firewood to his pot, so that his pot won't be cold at all! ”

Poor Liu Jingzhou took us in, but when we turned around, we were stabbed in the back!

Guan Ping mourned for Liu Biao for two sentences, and shuddered in his heart. However, in an instant, these coldness and so-called morality were crushed into powder by the thirst for war and the heat of revenge, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant by the fire of hatred.

Excitement appeared on Guan Ping's face, he leaned tightly beside Zhuge Liang, and a trace of fanaticism and stubbornness for revenge rose on the corner of his mouth: "Strategist, how can we make his pot not cool down?" ”

"Quickly return to Deng County to arrange soldiers and horses, and when the return date of Hu Zhao and Sima Yi is determined, ambush and kill them immediately!" The feather fan in Zhuge Liang's hand slammed in a certain direction, and a wisp of murderous intent appeared on his elegant and delicate face.

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Yang Juju of the Southern Song Dynasty wrote in "A Cut of Plums": Xiangfan has been fighting for four years. I don't see the fishing song, I don't see the woodsman song. What is going on now? The gold is also consumed, and the valley is also consumed. But I didn't know that today, because of Zhuge Liang's words, the war that had stopped for a year would once again spread on this stable and peaceful land of Jingchu.

At the beginning of September of the fourth year of Yong'an, the prelude to the Battle of Jingzhou was opened on a road from Xiangyang to Yuzhou.

On the first day of September, it rained.

Hu Zhao and Sima Yi finally set foot on their return journey after a few days in Xiangyang.

The iron-clad wooden wheels slowly rolled over the soft mud, leaving two deep ruts in the road, winding from south to north.

Sima Yi rode on the horse, smelling the fragrance of the forest and the smell of the earth on the road, his face was indifferent, he was not very excited about the successful settlement of the Jingzhou matter, nor was he anxious about the possibility of serving under Wang Li's tent in the future.

Or maybe his mind is not on the debate of the past few days, nor in the future boom, but has always been focused on the present, the present road.

He stared closely at the road ahead, his eyes did not contain any emotion, and he did not communicate with the people in his travels, even Hu Zhao in the carriage, he did not stick to it and say a few words.

Until a certain moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, like the bright color when the autumn rain washed the sky.

Loud, oh no, two torrential thunderstorms of horses' hooves and footsteps could be heard faintly from outside the woods.

The ground beneath his feet began to tremble slightly, and in a moment it shook violently like an earth dragon turning over.

A young general, wielding a glaive sword, led thousands of Liu Bei's most powerful Baiwei soldiers to gallop from the right side of the woods. Another bearded black man dragged a snake spear and led more than a thousand elite Jingzhou knights to walk on the path in the forest and appear in front of everyone from the left.

The black-pressed cavalry was like the tide of the Han River under Xiangyang City, and there was no end in sight, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

And when all the cavalry appeared in front of Sima Yi and the others, the black man who was the leader raised the Zhangba snake spear in his hand, and the two cavalry immediately restrained the formation, silently standing on both sides of the road ahead.

They did not dismount or immediately swing forward, but simply sat quietly on their horses and kept the posture of charging. Their immature or vicissitudes of life were full of murderous aura, and the solemnity between the corners of their mouths revealed a sense of sacrosanctity.

An oppressive tense atmosphere instantly permeated the forest.

The horse team returning to Yuzhou was silent, and the cold wind in the forest blew across everyone's cheeks like a knife, some depressed, some cold, and also with a biting smell, and all the people focused their eyes on Sima Yi's face.

Sima Yi smiled faintly, and immediately stepped forward and hugged his fists to the two: "Although Yi is an angel of the imperial court, he is just a person summoned by His Majesty, I'm afraid that the two generals Zhang Yide and Guan Tanzhi will not be able to send off an eighteenth, right?" The two generals are so gracious, how can this make Yi good? ”

"When you're a sister! Sima Yi, since you dog thief want to be in the same league as Wang Li, don't blame your grandfather Guan for taking your dog's life today! Guan Ping drank coldly, and his two eyebrows were straight, like two long swords stabbing Sima Yi.

"It turns out that the two generals are here to kill me. This is strange to me, could it be that after the defeat of Yuzhou, Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang have re-recruited troops and horses in ten months, created an iron horse that dominates the world, and is ready for a full-scale war with the imperial court? ”

Sima Yi didn't seem to see that Guan Ping was already angry like a little rooster, and smiled, "Or do you not rebuild the glory of the past at all, but just want to put all of us here?" ”

Guan Ping laughed when he heard this, but his eyes seemed to be dripping blood, and the muscles of the hand holding the blade of hatred skyrocketed.

"Yes, Guan Mou is going to leave all of you here today and bury Wang Li's thief! Sima Yi, your grandfather Guan knows that you are clever, but you never thought that you would die here today! ”

"It turns out that you don't plan to start a full-scale war at all, but just take it for granted that you will all cover us up here and blame Liu Jingzhou, and drag the entire Jingzhou into the flames of war." Sima Yi shook his head and sighed, "Since this is the case, Jingzhou is in trouble, then Yi should let the officials of Jingzhou come and talk to you!" ”

After saying that, Sima Yi's body was slightly on one side, and the curtain of the carriage behind him suddenly opened, and a man with a beautiful appearance walked out of the carriage.

It was Fu Xun, a guest under Liu Biao's account, Fu Gongyi.