The sound penetrated the big tent and fell into the ears of the generals, like iron weapons of different sizes falling on jade plates, reverberating and shaking the hearts and lungs. Everyone was amazed.

Only Luo Yan stood up unhurriedly and took a few steps forward.

The prince was alone, and he had already lifted the white curtain and walked in.

He was tall but a little thin, unarmoured and unarmoured, with a black robe wrapped in a white half-sleeved robe embroidered with dragon patterns, a leather ribbon tied around his waist, and a piece of white jade hanging casually at his side, swaying gently with his steps.

Everyone knelt down to say goodbye, and when the prince stood on the throne and motioned for them to get up, they quietly looked at the prince's eyebrows again.

The crown prince Li Cong has lived in the East Palace for a long time, and has not often appeared in front of people since he was twelve years old. Listening to rumors in the DPRK and the public, it is said that the prince has snow-white skin and fierce eyes, and he has a bloody appearance because of his penchant for killing. Looking at it now, except for a wisp of melancholy between his eyebrows that can't be concealed, his expression is slightly cold, and he doesn't see any murderous appearance.

And although he has a sick face, his eyes are full of life, and he doesn't seem to have anything to do with the rumored dying man.

Could it be that the rumors are wrong?

Isn't it always pretending to be sick? It shouldn't be, who would give up the rivers and mountains to the regent in order to pretend to be sick? Although these generals are superficial, they all know that it is because the crown prince is seriously ill that His Majesty the Emperor handed over the government to the regent.

After all, the crown prince has been established, and he is the orthodoxy of the country.

In any case, seeing that the prince was like this, most of the people in the tent put a stone in their hearts.

The corners of Li Cong's mouth twitched, and his gaze swept over the faces of the generals one by one, and finally fell on the face of Shang Shu Luo Yan of the Ministry of War. He stepped forward and gave a steady salute.

"It's the fault of this palace that Lord Luo and you have waited for a long time."

"It's okay."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"Your Highness tortures us and others."

The people of the military, as long as they open their mouths, are noisy. Unlike those civil officials, when His Majesty says something or something, they kneel neatly and reply neatly.

Li Cong has apologized, and the resentment accumulated because of the long wait has also disappeared. Everyone even couldn't help but have a good impression of him because of his demeanor and posture.

Seeing Li Cong sitting down, Luo Yan, the secretary of the military department, got up and resigned.

"Since His Royal Highness has arrived at the marching tent, the next thing to discuss is the important matter of the military aircraft, and it should be avoided according to the law, and the subordinate will leave. When His Royal Highness and all you are triumphant, the lower officials must drink wine to congratulate. ”

Li Cong and the generals got up to see them off, and when they sat down again, the generals reported their names and surnames one by one, and Chen Chong, who was the leader, said: "According to the arrangement of the military department, the army will be drawn tomorrow." Now I am waiting here, and I am at the mercy of His Highness's arrangement. ”

There was an instant silence in the tent, and the generals looked up at Li Cong, waiting for him to speak.

What will this sick seedling, who grew up in the palace since he was a child and has never even been out of the capital, say? Does he know how to fight? I don't even know which direction the army should go.

The generals had respectful looks on their faces, but they secretly speculated in their hearts. It's best that the prince will show a foreign appearance as soon as he comes, so he won't dare to command blindly in the future.

Li Cong nodded lightly and said lightly: "Is there a sand table in the tent?" ”

"Yes!" The generals hurriedly got up and led Li Cong to a simple sand table built with sand, stones, and dead branches on the side.

Li Cong raised his eyes and looked at the direction of the sand table and the place name marked on it, and raised his hand and said: "Tomorrow, when the sun is shining, take the official road to cross the Shuo River, and go to the direction of Jingbei Third Road." ”

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sand table, and they were silent for a moment, and then they looked at each other again. Finally, Wang Ran, who was standing diagonally opposite Li Cong, saw Li Cong's gaze and couldn't help but say: "May I ask Your Highness, now that the Jin people are on the Jingbei Road, I can't wait to stop the attack, what is the reason for going to the Jingbei Third Road." ”

Li Cong smiled, narrowed his narrow eyes, and said lightly: "Does General Wang understand the art of war?" ”

Wang Ran hurriedly arched his hand and said, "The last general understands a little." ”

"I understand a little," Li Cong nodded, and said slowly: "The soldiers go out on the expedition, and tens of thousands of lives are tied to their own bodies, how can they understand a little." Fortunately, Hongu understands it very well. ”

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