Six Hundred and Twenty-One: Chenzhou Reported an Emergency, and the Whole Country Came to the King’s Aid (5)
War in winter?
When Feng Gui heard the news, he almost thought that there was something wrong with his ears and he heard wrongly.
He asked Feng Jin privately, "It's the middle of winter and the New Year is approaching. It would be unavoidable to start a war at this time..."
Feng Gui swallowed back the next words, but Feng Jin already understood what his brother wanted to express.
Feng Jin let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "The emperor ordered the world to be diligent, and as a minister, the lord naturally cannot disobey the imperial edict. But if he orders the diligent king, the lord's previous efforts will be in vain. If the cancer of the Red Lotus Sect is not eliminated, It is difficult for the people of Maruzhou to live in peace. In order to get the best of both worlds, we have to choose to start the war at this time, strive for a quick victory, and rush to Chenzhou as soon as possible to respond to the edict. "
Even when facing her brother, Feng Jin spoke beautifully about the situation.
Jiang Pengji chose winter to start the war, not for her own selfish desires, nor to expand her territory. She did it for the good of the people of Maranzhou. She has a sincere and patriotic heart, and is a hard-to-find important minister, good minister, and wise minister in Dongqing!
As for the truth, well, well, as long as their brothers understand it.
A faint smile appeared on Feng Gui's lips, implying sarcasm, "King Qin..."
For the Dongqing royal family, no matter whether King Qin succeeds or fails, the final result cannot save the fact that they are about to perish.
Is it possible for a dynasty that is rotten to the core to continue?
I don’t know, is King Qin letting the royal family survive this time, or is it accelerating its death?
Feng Jin frowned, with a thoughtful look on his face, "My lord has no choice but to do it this time. If it weren't for the 'King Qin' incident, my lord should have resumed Chengde County after spring plowing as planned. Now, we can only advance the time." , give it a try.”
Feng Gui lowered his eyes for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Huaiyu, how sure is Liu Lanting of this battle?"
If he wins, Jiang Pengji, whose power has expanded again, will be able to clean up the local nobles in Shangyang County and completely control Maruzhou.
If she loses, the local nobles in Shangyang County may cause trouble and cause her some minor troubles.
Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.
The family's ability to last for hundreds of years depends not only on good family tradition, but also on precise "investment" and "standing up" time and time again.
If those nobles cannot see the future,
Jiang Pengji must be careful about the knife hidden in the dark.
"I dare not say 100%, but there is still 90%." Feng Jin waved his sleeves with one hand and made tea with the other. The two brothers sat opposite each other in front of the window, making tea and wine and talking about political affairs. "Although this time something unexpected happened, my lord has always liked it. Prepare early. This year's autumn harvest has been good, and the grain storehouses are already full of food. The horses are strong, and the soldiers are well-trained and extremely cold-resistant. With such a huge disparity among the rabble, as long as the lord does not destroy the city wall, we will definitely win."
When Feng Gui heard the first sentence, he secretly took a deep breath.
Even if he is the reincarnation of the God of War, he does not dare to say that the probability of winning the war is that high. After all, fighting requires the right time, place, and people.
Later, after listening to Feng Jin's analysis, Feng Gui could vaguely understand where his confidence came from.
"In this case, I think I underestimated Liu Lanting..."
Feng Gui and Feng Jin were sitting opposite each other, drinking tea. The tea stove next to them was faintly boiling, emitting hot white steam.
The two were silent for a while.
Feng Jin opened his mouth to break the frozen atmosphere.
"King Qin will definitely gather many heroes from Dongqing this time. Brother, can you join in the fun?"
Nansheng has been destroyed, Dongqing has set in Xishan, Zhongzhao has also begun to decline, and the remaining Beiyuan and Xichang are also in chaos. The whole world has been involved in the whirlpool of war. Unless there is a clear lord to rule the world, otherwise, there will inevitably be another The scene of troubled times in the Sixteen Kingdoms appears.
The Feng family wants to continue for thousands of generations. After passing this hurdle, they must enter the game and compete.
There are thousand-year-old families in the world, but there is no thousand-year-old royal family. The Feng family is not interested in that position and still takes the assistant route.
As the eldest son, Feng Gui must choose a potential person to be the lord, whether he wants it or not.
Nowadays, King Qin and all the distinguished heroes will gather together, why won’t Feng Gui join in the fun?
There was a bit of coldness in Feng Gui's eyes, and he said in a calm tone, "Looking at the situation in Dongqing, we can barely catch the eye, but there are only a few forces, the largest of which is Liu She and his son. The other small fish and shrimps, not If you have a good eye but a weak hand, you have bad luck and a weak foundation. You can only mess with one-third of an acre...According to my brother's point of view, it doesn't matter whether you go or not. "
As the saying goes, don't look for a boyfriend in the trash.
If it were Feng Gui, he would also refuse to choose the master among a group of little shrimps.
To put it more bluntly, except for a few specific groups, these forces cannot be put on the stage, and Feng Gui has no need to even consider them.
The world is so big, why should we limit our candidates to little Dongqing?
Feng Jin quite agreed with her brother's words.
In this era, wars cannot be fought easily, and preparations before war are very cumbersome.
Jiang Pengji passed the order to Fengyi County and asked an informant to secretly contact An Zhen to ask him about the progress there.
I thought I could take a break during the New Year, but everyone was still too young.
When Qi Guanrang and others received the news, they all thought that they had not slept enough in the morning and had hallucinations.
Xu Ke and others passed the letter around, and Jiang Pengji explained clearly in the letter that this time the war must be fought or not.
Yang Si curled his lips and said, "There are so many things to do."
Who would go to war during the Chinese New Year?
Xu Ke knew that Yang Si had been very angry recently. Who made Cheng'an County's government affairs basically bear on Yang Si?
The kitchen serves four or five meals a day, but the fat Yang Sigong has just grown is still losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. It's so busy!
Qi Guan Rang said, "Rang will discuss with some captains first, and the soldiers who will go on the expedition must be confirmed as soon as possible."
Xu Ke managed logistics. He was basically in charge of the supply lines of food and grass that needed to be prepared for the war.
Judging from the letter sent by Jiang Pengji, she was not asking for their opinions, but just informing them of a fact.
As a capable general, all you can do at this time is try your best to make the preparations at hand.
Yang Si sighed and rolled his eyes secretly.
Qi Guanrang and Xu Ke were busy preparing for war, which meant that most of the government affairs of Fengyi County had to be piled on him.
This is a rhythm that will tire him to death.
"Sacrifice your life for a meal, your husband is really stupid——"
Yang Si rolled his eyes, the official documents on the desk were stacked extremely high, casting a shadow that could cover his entire body.
The book boy was captured by Yang Si to become a strong man. From the beginning of stumbling to the current master of government affairs, who knows the bitterness of it?
He struggled to carry a large pile of bamboo slips over, placed them next to the table with a clang, and held on to the pile of bamboo slips to catch his breath.
After catching his breath, the book boy was filled with indignation.