"White Sand, of course." He Lingchuan turned his neck and let out a click, "I have a hunch that there will be a good show going on there."

He needs to be smarter and more careful.

More calm.

"By the way, the investigation in Shibata Township has come to an end. You send someone to pass on the information here to Fushangoe."

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Bang bang, there was a knock on the door.

When He Lingchuan opened his eyes, what he saw was a familiar wooden beam.

There is a lone spider on the beam that is building its web.

He sat up and rubbed his face, knowing that he was back in the Coiling Dragon Dream again.

I haven't been in for a few days, but this time I appeared directly in my cabin, and it seems that the army led by General Hong finally gave up and returned to Panlong City.

Even if he had been mentally prepared, He Lingchuan still let out a long sigh and felt disappointed.

The opportunity to change the fate of everyone in Panlong City slipped away like this.

"Broken Knife!" Someone outside called, "Drink, do you want to go?"

"Go."

He Lingchuan opened the door and saw eleven or twelve comrades-in-arms standing outside, Hu Min, Wicker and Slender Man and others were there.

Everyone found a tavern nearby, asked for a few jars of old wine, a few side dishes, and set it up.

He Lingchuan chatted with everyone and learned that after he went offline in his dream last time, the monarch of Xiluo issued four more decrees in a row, urging the Panlong army to return to the wasteland, each with harsher wording.

This is mainly due to the fact that after the destruction of Xiqi, the next two countries on the eastward march of the Panlong army were frightened and frightened, and at the same time put pressure on the Xiluo country, and also promised to help the Xiluo country fight the southwest rebels.

They border the territory of the Southwest rebels, and as long as they make trouble on the border, the Southwest rebels will inevitably scruple about it.

What's even more ridiculous is that after the news that the Panlong Army was preparing to return to the east was transmitted back to China, the rebels from all walks of life actually stopped a lot!

He Lingchuan smacked a salty crispy peanut: "Why is this?"

"And why!" Wicker hated, "I'm afraid we'll go back to China to pick their peaches!" These rebels are not good things either, none of them are for the sake of the common people!

Hu Min also said: "Whoever conquers the national capital will become the target of the public. Seeing that the Panlong Army is going to return to China, no one will make a big move."

The capital is not so easy to fight, the last of Ciro's strength will stay there, and the capital is guarded by a big demon golden bull. After killing 1,000 enemies and injuring 800 yourself, how can you face the competition of other rebels?

Now that even the Panlong Army is about to return to China, in the face of the pressure brought by the brave army, all forces have begun to cherish their wings.

When they stopped, the pressure on the capital city of Xiluo was greatly reduced, and they immediately felt that they could do it again, especially the decision not to let the Panlong army return to the east was extremely wise.

It's best to let this knife hang over the heads of the enemy.

Deterrence is far more useful than hands-on.

He Lingchuan turned his wine glass: "Lord Zhong withdrew his troops because of this?"

"There are still twists and turns in this matter." The thin man said, "We stayed on the front line for too long, and as a result, Baling joined forces to attack the Panlong Wasteland, and both times we were repulsed by Lord Zhong. Later, Xianyou and Baling joined forces to continuously increase their troops on the edge of the wasteland, gathering and camping, and the number of people gathered to about 100,000 people, preparing for a large-scale invasion. Master Chung thought about it again and again, so he had to summon us back."

"The Northern Demon Kingdom and the Baling Kingdom have always supported these small countries, especially Xiqian has to travel thousands of miles to pay tribute to the Northern Demon Kingdom every year, otherwise how can they have the courage to shout with Panlong City? Now that the Xiqi have been suddenly destroyed, they can't sit idly by."

There was great resistance to the eastward advance, and the small country was determined to fight to the death, and the mother country Xiluo strictly refused; There is an old enemy invasion in the west, and the Panlong army is facing the enemy with its back, so it is indeed difficult to let Panlong City continue the eastward crusade.

Wicker said angrily, "From this point of view, the Baling Kingdom originally opened the Jinxi Passage to us, which is also a hypocrisy. As soon as our army was in front, they came back to attack. Otherwise, where would an army of 100,000 be so easy to assemble, or a coalition army!"

It is said that the army has not moved, the grain and grass go first, and the army of 100,000 people will move, so I don't know how much preparation work there is before and after, it is all money, and it is all a flowing account.

What's more, the two countries of Xianyou and Baling have never been harmonious, and this time they actually hit it off and dispatched the coalition army, wasn't it premeditated?

The reactions of these small countries on the east road, the reactions of Xiluo, and the reactions of Baling and Xianyou were all expected by General Hong/Mitian and Zhong Shengguang.

He Lingchuan glanced at her: "You analyzed these?"

Wicker was stunned, a little surprised: "Can't it, can't it?"

The door panel coughed, and she glared at her.

She was a cheerful girl after all, pursed her lips and said, "Okay, okay, I didn't think of it, I asked the masters of the Immortal Hall to analyze it." Around these issues, the recent Wenxian Hall has been lively, and generals from all walks of life have come to start classes, talking about war, and everyone has to grab a seat an hour in advance. Oh, last time, General Ling was still openly confronted by people in the hall."

The Panlong army went around to the east and returned to the base camp. And the floating people's hearts have experienced such a turmoil, and they have re-settled.

Now the people already know that it is not that the high-level leaders of Panlong City are unwilling to go back, but that they are unstoppable.

Wicker took out a few ingots of silver and pushed them in front of He Lingchuan.

"What is this?"

"I'm willing to lose the bet, it's my share and the door panel." When they were in Yuheng City, they gambled that the Dragon Army would continue to advance eastward, while Ah Luo and the thin man followed He Lingchuan and bet on returning west. "Divide the money among yourselves."

He Lingchuan shook his head and pushed the silver back: "It's not interesting to hold this money."

It's just a lottery, and things turn out to be unpleasant. What's the point of taking the lottery head?

He Lingchuan casually changed the subject: "You just said, where did the door panel go?"

"I'm going to see his fellow countryman." Wicker was not pretentious, and put away the silver taels, "Haven't you heard? His fellow countryman is also an axis, and he actually went to the public in Yuheng City, begging General Hong to continue the eastward crusade and return to China."

He Lingchuan was taken aback: "In public? It's not a crowd, is it?"

"No, he's the only one. Otherwise, you will be beheaded by the mutinous leader!" In terms of offense, this is a taboo in the army, the thin man smiled bitterly, "I was standing behind that man, and when General Hong's eyes swept over, my back was stiff."

"And then?" The Panlong army was highly disciplined and required unconditional obedience from its soldiers in wartime. It is not surprising that the man openly questioned General Hong, and it is not surprising that he lost his head.

"The Red General remembered that he had sixty scepters, and he will carry them out when he returns to the city. He hasn't joined the Gale Army yet, otherwise he will be punished even more." Wicker shrugged his shoulders, "The day before yesterday, I finished playing the board, the flesh and blood were blurred, and I had to stay in bed for the rest of the day." The door panel brought him rice and noodles and a decoction."

He Lingchuan was silent. The staff is not easy to hold, and some guards will die without even twenty boards.

Sixty marks, the Red General's anger is not small.

Everyone sulked and ate until they were drunk.

......

He Lingchuan returned to his residence, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard someone behind him:

"It smells like a lot of wine."

When he turned around, he saw Sun Lingling lying on the wall, looking sideways at him.

With a clever smile and a dimple on her cheek, she doesn't need to be beautiful enough to be in the picture.

He Lingchuan immediately remembered the bone flute in the portrait.

The Yiren are still here, and it's good.

Being stared at by him, Sun Fuling looked left and right and then looked at herself: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm sorry to smoke you." He Lingchuan scratched his head and walked to the kitchen, "I'll go wash up."

When he came out, Sun Fuling had already put a basket of fruits on the table in the small courtyard, and grabbed two pears from it:

"Taste? It is said to be a new variety in the eastern part of the Chipa Plateau."

The pears are very fat, each can weigh a pound, and the peel is brown, which is not very eye-catching. He Lingchuan felt dry after eating too much wine, so he took it and took a bite, but he felt that his mouth was full of sweetness, delicate and less scum.

"It's delicious."

"Went drinking with Hu Min and them?" Sun Poria pulled out a dagger and peeled pears, peeled a piece and ate a piece, "In the past few days, there has been a lot of resentment in the city."

"No one will be happy if they return in vain."

"Take the chance

Defeating the West also weakens the threat from the east." Sun Fuling said leisurely, "It's not a good thing."

"yes, but I've always felt pity."

Sun Fuling asked him, "If you were a red general, would you go east or west?"

"Crusade."

"Why?" Sun Fuling raised her eyebrows, "Then you don't care about the Panlong City in the rear?" The Crusade is only the advance, and there are millions of women and children behind them."

Because, no matter what the price of the Eastern Crusade is paid, it is better than the final destruction of the city. Of course, this is hindsight, and from the standpoint of the time, General Hong's decision to lead his troops back to the west was a deliberate consideration and correctness.

These words can only be thought about in his heart, and He Lingchuan still has to say on the surface:

"There's Lord Zhong in the back. Besides, war is nothing more than an actuarial art. To fight or not to fight, to go back or not to go back, depends on how much you are willing to pay for your goals."

Sun Fuling blinked: "Actuarial? Says who?

He Lingchuan was silent.

In the Battle of the Han River, he was swept away by the surging river, and only learned the results of the battle from Li Qingge a few months later, and was greatly shocked.

Both the Kite Army and the Xunzhou Army suffered heavy losses, with countless casualties, but the generals on both sides wrote to express their merits, saying that the victory was ours and that the "combat goal" had been achieved.

Isn't this the result of "actuarial"?

Sun Lingling sneered again, "The price? Are you willing to pay that price, and are you willing to pay that price, old and weak, women and children?"

He Lingchuan took a bite of pear: "If people want to return, maybe they are willing?"

"No, people's hearts return, but I hope that the price will be paid by others, and the fruits will be enjoyed by themselves." Sun Fuling said lightly, "Human nature is like this, even the people of Panlong City are the same."

He Lingchuan shook his head: "I just think it's a pity to lose this opportunity to return east."

"That's it, if you can't change, you can only accept it." Sun Poria peeled the pear and tasted it slowly, "Maybe there will be a chance later?"

He Lingchuan's heart moved when he heard this, but he saw that she was acting as if nothing had happened, as if she was just saying something in passing.

"I've heard that Baling and Xianyu have united again, which is really a very bad sign." Sun Fuling said softly, "There is also a rift between these two countries, there was only one battle last spring, and each had casualties. This time, we can be together."