As a descendant of Chen Qingzhi, Zhongxin is not ignorant of military affairs.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be the abbot of Shaolin Temple, let alone train 3,000 monks.

In Zhongxin's view, Zhao Hao's arrangement of the power gang is extremely unreasonable, and letting the power gang fight head-on with the Mongol army is undoubtedly hitting the stone with an egg and increasing casualties.

"You're right, they didn't have to die so many. ”

Zhongxin didn't expect that Zhao Hao would directly agree with his words.

However, Zhao Hao did not finish.

"It's just that you and I are standing at different heights, so we make different decisions. Faithful, you only saw the casualties of the Power Gang, but did not delve into the reasons why I did this, and what the Power Gang suffered so many casualties in exchange for it. Zhao Hao said.

"Your Highness, please. "Faithful and sincere.

He has very good qualifications, but limited by his vision and experience, he is a little immature ~ tender in many aspects.

"I don't know that letting the brothers of the Power Gang and the Mongol army fight hard is to hit a stone with an egg, and to attack the enemy's strength with one's own shortcomings, and there is no reason to be invincible. It's just that, a lot of times, we don't have a choice. Zhao Hao said.

"No choice?" Faithfulness wondered.

Zhao Hao nodded and said, "Yes, there is no choice." Faithful, I ask you, since ancient times, has there been any great battle that can be won by the sword?"

Zhongxin shook his head with a serious expression and said, "But any real battle, it is a big victory if you defeat the opponent in a head-to-head duel with a dignified and upright division. The sword goes sideways, after all, it is just a small fight, not a climate. However, it should be the army between the two dynasties that determines the final victory between the Song and Mongolians, not the power gang, even if he is the power gang of His Royal Highness. ”

He somewhat understood what Zhao Hao meant, but he still insisted on his opinion.

"Yes, it must be the armies of the two dynasties that will decide the final victory between Song and Mongolia. But the question is, where was the army of the Song Dynasty at that time?" Zhao Hao asked rhetorically.

Faithful Speech.

"The Chinese courtiers were busy calculating how much land they needed to pay in order to make the Mongols retreat, and when the generals heard that the Mongol army was coming, the number of people who left hung up the seal was innumerable. When they are ready, is Xiangyang still there?" Zhao Hao asked.

"This country, the people of this country, have groveled too many times. Their bones have become weak, and once they kneel, they will never be able to stand up. At this time, it is necessary to force them to the point where there is no way back. And only bloodshed and sacrifice can be achieved. ”

"The brothers of the Power Gang are the most outstanding people today. They are loyal and courageous, heroic and dry, they are not afraid of life and death, and they are iron-clad. They are much stronger than ordinary people and should have a good future. But it is precisely because of their excellence that they know better that they cannot retreat at this time. ”

"You're right, they shouldn't have died on the battlefield like this, they could have made a bigger contribution. Under normal circumstances, 10,000 brothers who died in battle, using all means, to kill 30,000 Mongol soldiers is not a problem. But what the country needs now is not this. ”

"The Song Dynasty needs a statement, it needs to use blood to tell ordinary people that this land can be defended, and there are still many people fighting for this land. If you want to do this, you can never do it by sneaking up on the back, and you can only do it through a head-to-head duel, through a big battle that attracts the attention of the world. ”

"Since ancient times, the pioneers have always been the most respectable and worthy of admiration, because they have given too much and gained too little. They are only responsible for laying a good foundation for future generations, and in this huge world, all they have left is a green hill as a place to bury their ashes. ”

"The brothers of the Power Gang are the forerunners of this kind. Every time it comes to the destruction of the country and the extinction of the species, there are always some forerunners, and their vision is ahead, but the sad thing is that the world always knows it later. Of course, they can choose to ignore it, but many times, they don't really have a choice. ”

"No one wants to die, and if they can live, who wants to die? But in times of crisis, it is always the most outstanding talent of a country who is the first to rise to the occasion. ”

"If they don't die, they will definitely play a bigger role in the future, and they have enough talent and ability. But they will think about the question, if everyone doesn't become this pioneer, will there be a future for this country?"

"Zhongxin, what do you say?" Zhao Hao asked.

The faithful were silent for a long time.

"A lot of times, a lot of choices aren't the right ones, but they have to be made. Without the main forces of the frontal battlefield, nothing can be talked about. The army, which was supposed to be the main force, did not come out, so why did Nai Cangsheng have to let the brothers of the Power Gang take over. Zhao Hao sighed.

"But isn't it unfair to the Powers of the Gang?" said the faithful in a deep voice.

"The brothers of the Power Gang never ask for fairness. Zhao Hao said.

"Amitabha. Faithful clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

Buddhism talks about compassion, and Shaolin's surface image has always been to guide people to do good.

But at this moment, as the faithful abbot of Shaolin, the taste of his heart is beyond words.

Compared with these warriors who died generously, can meditation in the meditation room and the ancient Buddha of the green lantern really be regarded as compassion?

For the first time in his life, faithfulness had doubts about his faith.

"Brother, after this battle, how many people do you say will be left in the Power Gang?" asked Zhao Ling'er.

The Power Gang was established by Zhao Hao and her, and she is no worse than Zhao Hao in her feelings for the Power Gang.

"Ling'er, if the Great Song Dynasty is not destroyed, the Power Gang will not be destroyed. Their blood will not be shed in vain, don't worry. Zhao Hao affirmed.

Some people are alive, and he is dead.

Some are dead, but live forever.

Some people's deaths are lighter than their feathers, and some people's deaths are heavier than Tarzan's.

Zhao Hao never minded killing people, but if someone died because of him, he would never be at ease.

The actions of the Power Gang were orders from him.

The 10,000 disciples of the Power Gang gave their lives without hesitation after he gave an order.

Zhao Hao didn't regret it, but he just felt that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

They have done well enough, and those who are alive, there is no reason not to work hard.

The souls of 10,000 hot-blooded sons cannot be disappointed.

In this life, a bright and earth-shaking battle has been made.

At all costs.

Zhao Hao and his entourage had a solemn atmosphere for no reason.

"Brother, there's someone in front. Zhao Ling'er said suddenly.

As soon as Zhao Hao raised his hand, everyone stopped at resting.

On the road directly ahead, there was indeed a man with a thorn on his back, lying across the road, kneeling on his knees.

PS: I promise no one can guess who this person is. As a friendly reminder, this person is awesome.