Watching Liu Zhao's figure disappear into the distance, Liu She let out a slight sigh.
Liu She turned to look at the woman and saw her affectionate eyes. A wave of disgust surged in his heart.
"Someone, take her …"
Liu She frowned before he could finish his sentence. His body swayed and he had to support himself with one hand on the table to keep himself from falling.
After a long while, Liu She's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but there was a hint of gloominess between his brows.
The servant didn't hear the order, so he reminded him.
"Master?"
Liu She glanced at the woman with disgust and said coldly, "Skin her and throw her anywhere."
The woman was so scared that she fell to the ground.
He had only broken her limbs and twisted her tongue, but now he wanted to skin her alive?
Liu She rubbed his eyebrows and put one hand behind his back. He was about to get up and go to the back hall.
He suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, remember to dig her eyes out first."
Dig … dig her eyes out?
The woman's eyes widened in fear. She struggled violently, but she was tied up. How could she break free?
When Liu Zhao knew what would happen to the woman, he still shivered even though he was mentally prepared.
"I have to write a letter to my sister and explain what happened."
Liu Zhao was so scared that his hand was shaking. He felt like he was the most normal person in the family.
His father looked gentle but he was ruthless.
His sister looked bright but she killed people like flies.
He was the only one who was terrified.
Concubine Die came to see him. She sneered at his reaction. "Now you know how to be afraid?"
If he followed her plan, Liu Zhao could find an excuse to leave the family. He didn't need to be afraid.
How could a mortal like him interfere in a fight between gods?
Liu Zhao smiled bitterly. "I'm afraid, but there are some things I have to do."
He mailed the letter he had written.
Liu Zhao would rather be an ordinary son of a concubine. It was better to eat and drink and wait for death than to live in fear.
Before his letter reached Jiang Pengji, the war in the Northern Borderline had completely tilted in her favor.
After the Battle of Yishui, the Northern Borderline faced another huge defeat.
This failure started from the overly optimistic layout of the Northern Borderline —
Jiang Pengji sent people to keep a close eye on the newly surrendered tribes. As expected, she found many strange things. She could basically confirm that they had pretended to surrender.
When Liyun found out the truth, he clenched his fists in anger and took the initiative to volunteer.
If he didn't beat up these sons of bitches so badly that even their grandmother wouldn't recognize them, he, Li Yun, would write his name backwards.
Fu Wang was rather tempted. He had been holding back a little too much recently.
As a general, if he couldn't wantonly fight and kill, how would he be any different from a salted fish that had lost his dreams?
Looking around, he saw that the military advisors were calm and collected, so Fu Wang chose to endure and not make a move.
It was the job of the strategists to come up with strategies. Even without his request, these black-hearted fellows would not let the enemy have an easy time.
"Do you have any countermeasures?" Jiang Pengji asked Feng Zhen and the others for their opinions.
Qiguan Rang suggested, "Why don't we beat him at his own game?"
In this situation, it was a good idea to beat them at their own game.
The enemy was full of joy when they came to launch a sneak attack, but instead fell into their trap. How wonderful.
Feng Zhen frowned and said disapprovingly, "If they choose to attack at night, it would be a good idea to beat them at their own game. We can set up an ambush in advance. But what if they choose to daydream? When we were fighting with the Northern Borderline army, they suddenly stabbed us in the back … "
The situation was already chaotic, the northern border's cowards who pretended to surrender rose up from the rear, our main force could not take care of both the front and the rear.
"Zi Shi's worries are not without reason." Qiguan Rang thought for a moment and said, "The North Borderline has launched several night raids, but they have not been able to gain any advantage over our army. Instead, they have been defeated time and time again. After learning these lessons, they will be more careful when they want to launch a night attack. They won't dare to try it easily. "
If that was the case, they would have to be careful.
If they were careless and failed miserably in an easy task, the drop in morale was secondary. What they were afraid of was a counterattack from the Northern Borderline.
If they succeeded in their counterattack, their efforts in the first half of the year would be for naught.
When dealing with tough bones like the Northern Borderline, if they were not crippled in one go, they would not truly be docile.
Sun Wen lowered his eyes. He seemed to have thought of something and his lips curled into a cold smile.
"My Lord, I have a plan that can ensure our safety."
Jiang Pengji said, "Tell me in detail."
Sun Wen stepped forward and bowed. He said, "Everyone in the tribe is a captive. Naturally, they are part of our army. They should be contributing to our army."
None of the people present were stupid. Even if Sun Wen only said half of it, they could guess the other half smoothly.
Sun Wen was planning to push the tribes who pretended to surrender to the front line as scapegoats!
Jiang Pengji was still streaming at the moment. The audience also participated in the discussion with great enthusiasm.
Hmm, they always had the illusion that they were the counselors of a feudal lord, giving instructions and commanding the country with great vigor.
Strawberry Yogurt: "This is not good. Let the enemies who pretended to surrender be our vanguard. It will be more convenient for them to steal military secrets."
Mingtian Liugeng: "Sun Wen is a ruthless person. With a few words, he can make his enemies kill each other. We can't afford to offend him."
Aloe Flavor Yogurt: "If we let the enemy be the vanguard, our troop movements will be under the enemy's nose."
Laosiji Lianmeng: "You can't say that. In ancient society, the transmission of information is very slow, and there is a strong lag. Letting the tribes who pretended to surrender be the vanguard will indeed expose our military movements, but we can use them to send the wrong message to the enemy. "
Who said that war was as simple as killing people?
There were many twists and turns in it, and the complexity was more complicated than the fights in the palace.
Since ancient times, which famous general who could fight a war was a fool?
There were more and more holes in their minds.
Sun Wen's intention was the same as the audience, Laosiji Lianmeng: to deliberately mislead the enemy with false information.
"This is a good plan. If it is used properly, we can turn the tables and let the North borderline be led by the nose by us."
Jiang Pengji's knitted brows relaxed slightly, and her mood improved a little.
However, how to mislead the enemy and how to set up a trap for the enemies who pretended to surrender and their own people to fight each other was still something they needed to discuss slowly.
The military meeting went on for more than two hours. Until every detail was considered, Jiang Pengji let everyone disperse.
At the same time, the North borderline was also having an intense discussion.
However, they were not discussing the battle plan and details. They were simply arguing about who should get the honors.
They did not hear wrongly. They were competing for a good opportunity to render meritorious service.
The Third Prince listened to the whole process quietly. He was so angry that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were hurting.
The war had not started yet, and these idiots already thought that they had a chance to win. It was as if they could send a pig to hold the line and win for sure.
Who gave them this courage?
Even if his teacher was still alive, he did not dare to say that his plan would definitely achieve the desired results.
"I don't want to listen anymore. If I continue to listen, I will die of anger."
The Third Prince casually found an excuse to leave the big tent. His brothers were still immersed in the imagination of the future.
The First Prince followed him out.
"Why? You have no confidence in them?"
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