"If you are attacked by them," the lord asked, "how will you be?" ”

"I won't drop a piece of meat," she said boldly, "and when I was in Plains City, a shrew came to my door to insult me, and I scolded her, and I was no less good!" ”

…… The lord looked at her with a little suspicion, and she quickly straightened her chest.

"What if," he asked tentatively, "what if they attack not you, but those close to you?" ”

The ease in her expression went a little.

"Then I'll have to reason with them."

"What kind of reasoning?"

She didn't say a word, and patted the sword that lay beside the mat.

The lord slapped his thigh, "That's it!" ”

There are various truths in this world, for example, the court ministers have the truth of intrigue, the scholars of Hongdumen have the truth of preaching and interpreting the scriptures, and the merchants who sell goods have the truth of talking about business. But all truths can be overridden by one kind of truth – the truth of violence.

Lu Hangyu is a very kind and reasonable person, not good at words, so sometimes he will suffer a loss.

She doesn't care about a loss, she looks stupid when she looks at it.

That's what Liu Bei was worried about.

She didn't care about the loss, naturally because the loss she suffered was nothing to her, and it was not worth her dirty hands.

But if one day a minister really provoked her, he had no doubt that she would go to the palace with her sword, draw her sword and kill people, splashing the emperor's face with blood.

…… And she must be, certainly, she will not feel guilty, her "Tao" has never taken into account the emperor's mood.

It dawned on her!

"My lord! You've been talking to me for so long! When it comes to the wine being cold, is it just a plea for those people at both ends of the snake and rat! ”

"I'm interceding for the ministers in the court in the coming day." The lord said with a frown.

She stared at the lord for a moment.

"Whoever it is," she said earnestly, "it's all mine." ”

After all, what normal people want to say about stopping this kind of thing is: don't kill people, kill people and break the law, and kill people to pay for your life.

And the lord wants to stop this kind of thing: You have a lot of them, don't kill them, it will be very difficult to clean them up then.

The lord agreed with this statement.

"After all, we won the battle against Yuan Benchu, after this defeat, Hebei also has to recover for a long time, let's reorganize the army and fight the military, help the princes of the Son of Heaven, at least a few years, more than ten years, there is always a way to recover the four states of Hebei," he sighed, "When the time comes, I will return to my hometown and go back to Zhuo County!" Ci Yu, what should you do? ”

When the world is calm and the people live and work in peace and contentment, what will she do?

She sat there stunned, thinking for a long time, as if there were many distracting thoughts in her heart.

The dark, icy tide seemed to recede from her heart for a moment.

Think ahead, she thought.

"I kill pigs." The general finally said with certainty.

The lord looked at her stunned.

"This time I'm not a domestic helper," she seemed to be worried that her lord would scold her for being unproductive, and hurriedly added, "I have money, I can open a shop and collect pigs myself." ”

Morning fog.

She walked around the camp, occasionally stealthily opening a curtain and glancing inside.

There was a suffocating stench in the tent, including but not limited to burping, farting, armpit feet, and the smell of drinking and vomiting.

The soldiers fell asleep in such a smell, snoring loudly, and looking at their sweet sleeping posture, envy arose.

She walked a little way in the camp and came to her tent, and was just about to lift the curtain when a head popped out of the tent beside her.

"General!" Sima Yi was very moved and leaned out his upper body again, "I'll know it below." ”

She was a little confused, "Know what?" ”

"The general will definitely return safely."

“…… Isn't this our own camp? She asked, "Are there thieves here?" ”

Sima Yi's head shook like a rattle, "The general will be mistaken." ”

…… Quirky and weird.

She raised her leg and was about to enter the account, but Sima Yi stopped her again, "General, I want to use some soup cakes with Kong Ming, can the general go in together?" ”

…… It's even weirder.

But whether to say it or not, Sima Yi's diet level has always been something she envies, and today is the same, staying up in the middle of the night, eating a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup, warming her heart and stomach, and the whole person is briefly sublimated.

But the problem is that in addition to Sima Yi, there is Zhuge Liang who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and when she came in, Zhuge Liang was packing up the map, which surprised her a little.

…… She was illiterate, so she casually asked, did these two have any friendship in history?

But Sima Yi seemed to notice her surprise, and introduced it with a sweet face, "Kong Ming and I are the same age, and our temperament and personality are also very similar, so I feel like I am familiar at first sight!" ”

She looked at Sima Yi, and then at Zhuge Liang, who was smiling, and always felt that something was wrong.

Chapter 588

"Before I came, you were looking at the map."

The soup cakes are eaten very quickly, and these two Xiao Langjun from the family are adhering to the habit of eating without saying a word, although they eat elegantly, but the speed is not slow.

Lu Hangyu also paid special attention to Zhuge Liang's appetite.

…… It's quite delicious.

After eating one bowl, you have to add half a bowl, noodles, chicken, and two more vegetable leaves on top, so that the nutrition is balanced.

Fortunately, after these meals entered Zhuge Liang's stomach bag, they did not make him fat horizontally, but grew vertically, which is very enviable.

Sima Yi's appetite was smaller than him, and his height was a little shorter than him, and when he saw Zhuge Liang eating the second bowl, he also scooped another half bowl with a soup spoon.

No noodles, no chicken, just a small half bowl of noodle soup, sit there and drink it slowly, it looks very gregarious.

She originally suspected that she was thinking too much, but when Zhuge Liang held the bowl in both hands and was about to eat it all, Sima Yi just scooped up the last bit of soup with a wooden spoon and drank it slowly.

So the two of them ate almost at the same time, which was very natural.

No one is embarrassed.

It's just a social trick like a spring breeze.

She took advantage of the moment to ask.

"The general has retreated from the two routes, and now there is still Yuan Tan besieging the city," Sima Yi said. ”

"He's not a tiger." She said.

"Although he has lost consecutive battles in Qingzhou, it is not as good as it was in the past."

"How are these days?"

"How is the morale of the general in the army?"

She touched her chin.

"Not how."

The soldiers drank wine, collapsed, and slept soundly.

This sweetness is not only the result of a hearty meal, but also the result of relaxation after a long period of mental tension.

They regarded this battle as their last, gritting their teeth and rushing forward with their mouths full of blood, so that they could have such a sweet night's sleep.

They still have a lot of heavy pain in their hearts, but they don't think about it.

It's so tiring to cry that they can't cry.

I want to take a break, eat something, sleep for a night, and on a dirt road home, when I see the smoke from afar, the sun is shining, and I suddenly think of my comrades who can no longer return to my hometown, so I can cry heartbreakingly.

Such a group of people can't fight anymore, at least she doesn't want to use them, even if she is sure to defeat Yuan Tan.

If they go to war again in a short period of time, many of the soldiers are likely to break down and flee, or even mutini in the army—no matter how high her prestige is, it will be difficult to appease them.

What will she do then?

If she were replaced by any experienced general with a weak sense of morality, she would definitely be taught: Go to find a city, about three days!

Let the army fall into a brief and controllable collapse of military discipline, and let the soldiers vent their exhaustion and anger and fear to their heart's content, and their means of venting are eternal, nothing more than burning, looting, and raping.

When they leave the unfortunate city, they revert to a state of numbness and contentment, leaving all their negativity behind them in the flaming corpses behind them, and resuming their journey to kill.

They are no longer self-respecting, morally minded people, but just a group of driven beasts.

And she's no longer her.

Such a hint made her fall into those dark memories for a moment, and her face was unconsciously gloomy.

"If the military heart is not available, can the general resist thousands of troops and horses alone?"

"If I want," she glanced up at Sima Yi, "yes." ”

Sima Yi was holding the teacup and putting it to his lips, and when he heard this, he was stunned.

"How did the general win?"

Her eyes rolled slightly.

Compared to continuing to drive the army to fight Yuan Tan to the death, it was indeed another relatively cost-effective deal.

Don't have many, just a stove, a hammer, and an anvil.

…… But she always had a hunch.

She thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized something.

"You've come up with any bad ideas, right?"

Sima Yi was not happy, "Giving advice is the position of the younger brother of Kong Ming, why does the general look down on him so much!" ”