The Art of War: All those who fight, with the right fit, with the odd victory.

Most people in this world only remember "winning by wonder", and always prefer to deify those famous generals in the stories passed down on the streets and alleys, thinking that they can always put them to death and come back to life, and can save the building from the future with their own strength.

But how is that possible?

Zhu'an clearly knows that even if his father is alive, the invincible god of war in the mouth of the people cannot level the entire Hun army with his own strength, and his father also needs excellent soldiers, sufficient armaments, and the right time and place to fight the Huns in order to defeat and retreat without the power to fight back.

If you are restrained everywhere, no matter how great your ability is, you are also a beast with its fangs removed, and you can't hurt anyone.

Besides, when he was in the army, where was he longer than his father, sometimes he would ask himself how his father would make decisions if he was in the current predicament.

Is it more decisive and mature than him?

But no matter how many times he asked, no one could respond to him now, he was not his father Lin Jingzhi, he could only listen to his heart and choose a path among his abilities.

He can't put out all the fighting on his own, but he will do what he can.

Admittedly, he was not iron-blooded or ruthless enough, he never absolutely thought from the point of view of a warlord, and he was more of a healer than a general than any other general.

He was worried about the people, and his first thought was how to save people.

Just wait for this battle to pass, drag down the Huns, and Chaoyue can fight a beautiful counterattack.

Chaoyue has come to this point, and the backlog of contradictions between imperial power and military power, between civil officials and military generals, is certainly a chronic disease, but it is not the most fundamental reason - the inaction after the prosperous era has already doomed this dismal ending.

If there is a coming day, I only wish to be reborn in the morning moon, grow up again from the wind and rain, the building is unshakable, the four realms are safe, and there will be no war!

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Raven didn't make any comments on Zhu'an's decision, maybe he understood all the concerns in Zhu'an, maybe he didn't think about it that much.

He came to find Zhu'an this time, for himself.

He swept away his previous ruffianism and became serious, and it was difficult to associate him with the rumored terrifying sand bandit raven now.

Needless to say, he has taken the initiative to help Zhu'an deploy some small things, acting decisively and sophisticatedly, without dragging his feet.

He should have been happy to get such a help, but Zhu'an vaguely felt that the state of the raven made people worried.

Raven's actions are too neat, although everything is subject to his orders, following the rules, and not exceeding the rules, but he is meticulous in his preparations, and he is not very active.

At first glance, it doesn't seem to be anything wrong, Raven said that he was here to help, and he was really helping, but that state of overconcentration seemed to be ...... I already know that there is no way back.

Or, in other words, to cut off the way out.

This feeling made Zhu'an very frightened.

When the soldiers had to stay together to defend the city before, he just didn't want to make more sacrifices so he refused, and later he reluctantly left a team of soldiers specially selected by Du Luobin just to appease everyone.

If the raven held such thoughts again, he only felt that his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

What made Zhu'an even more uneasy was that the raven had taken a set of iron armor from nowhere and put it on his body, and was now lowering his head and carefully arranging the tether between his sleeves.

His eyes were lowered, and his face was cast in the shadow of the firelight.

It didn't blur the feeling of mildness, but instead seemed to be a little lonely and cold.

The iron armor looked a little old, the color was dull, no longer shiny, and there were vaguely many sword scratches, as if it had experienced the baptism of many wars.

The raven put it on carefully, wiping the iron armor earnestly, as if whispering softly to an old comrade who was dying in the same life.

Gradually calming the heart is more and more unpleasant.

He stood quietly and watched for a while, then suddenly said, "Raven, can you do me a favor?"

Raven looked up, "Huh?" ”

After settling down for a moment, his voice softened: "There is one thing in my heart that I have been relieved of. ”

The raven leaned against the wall, squinted and tilted his head to think about it, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You mean the little girl who traveled with you last time?" It's strange to say, I look at her as if she is happy to follow you, why don't I see her?"

Every time he mentioned this matter, Zhu An felt that his throat was astringent, his heart was bitter, and it was difficult to speak out, so he settled his mind and continued: "Well, it's her. When I was in the army, something bad happened, and she and I ...... I've lost contact, so, can you please help me find Weaving Dreams, she...... It seems to have left the Northwest, but I don't know...... I don't know where she went......" Speaking of the sore spot, Zhu'an stopped and took a deep breath, "Although I know that I shouldn't be distracted at this juncture, but...... I really couldn't feel at ease. ”

Raven caught an indescribable pain in Chai'an's words, which seemed to mean that at this time, she was his only concern.

He wished he could help him.

Needless to say, the raven knew how important that girl was to him.

The raven stared at Crow as if he was thinking, and Crow calmly looked back at Crow with a sincere pleading.

"Huh!" After staring at each other for a moment, the raven hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed writhly, twisting his head away, avoiding Zhu'an's gaze, "I'm sorry, I can't agree to this request." ”

Raven rejected him.

There was a sense of loss in the chase and peace of mind.

The raven deliberately raised his voice, trying not to care as much as possible, "Lao Tzu is here to defend the city, now that he is leaving, who will help you defend the city together?"

Chasing An closed his eyes sadly, with a very faint bruise under his eyes, and didn't say anything.

It was true that he wanted Raven to leave Dock City, but it was true that he hoped that Raven would help him find Weaving Dreams.

The raven stretched out his hand and patted Zhu'an on the shoulder, pushing him to the stairs of the city tower, urging: "It's not too early, the Huns who attacked the city may already be on the way, we have to prepare quickly, besides, it's too late to find it now, so don't think about it yet." ”

Zhu'an took a deep breath, nodded, and walked down the city wall from Shanruliu.

Looking at his back, Raven squinted and grinned and muttered.

"Hmph, boy, don't try to take me away, don't even think about it. How can defending the city be as simple as you kid think, do you want to rely on yourself to support it? With such a small number of troops, it is not enough to plug your teeth, how long can you hold out? Isn't it just a little ability, frivolous!"

"Lao Tzu is really blushing! Wei Feng, the dog emperor, a thin lover, used to be that dead virtue, and now it is still, the country has been sitting for so many years, and he has not grown up for half a minute!

Scolding and scolding, the smile on his face faded, and his eyes sank, and he actually looked a little sad.

“...... Xiao'er, you don't understand, how can you understand? Your father should have died in battle, and your mother should have moved the world, but ...... Mrs. Forgetfulness was poisoned and died, and the general also scribbled to regret, you are the only bloodline of the Lin family. ”

"Why, now you're going to die too?

"I'm not leaving. ”

He won't go, he won't leave no matter what, he will guard here for the general.