Huang Song's expression flickered incessantly. He seemed to be struggling violently.
Sending Feng Jue back to guard Haozhou could stabilize the situation there, but this was not what Huang Song wanted.
"Youmo, I know your suggestion is for stability, but this is not what I want." He rejected it in a low voice. Without waiting for Cheng Jing to speak, he continued, "Lanting has many troops. I'm afraid it will be difficult to defend Zhonghe District. Once we fail, we can only retreat to Hejian County or even Haozhou. In this way, Haozhou will become an isolated island in the sea, facing a situation where we are besieged on all sides. I … I don't want to be a trapped beast, struggling to survive … "
The current situation was extremely disadvantageous to Huang Song. He was not confident that he could defeat Jiang Pengji even though he was outnumbered. Although there were many examples in the history books of people outnumbered, the conditions for it to happen were extremely harsh. Under normal circumstances, most people would still be crushed by their opponents using numbers and strength.
If Zhonghe District failed, Huang Song would face the situation of defending Haozhou alone. It would truly be a battle of a trapped beast.
He was not as arrogant as the sons of aristocratic families, but he had his own temper and dignity. He definitely did not want to fall into such a situation.
Cheng Jing understood and asked Huang Song, "My lord, you mean …"
Huang Song muttered to himself for a while and said solemnly, "Order Huaijie to bring troops here to rendezvous. If there's enough time …"
Jiang Pengji would make her move within these two days. Huang Song's news would reach Feng Jue. It would take at least seven or eight days for Feng Jue to bring troops over.
Cheng Jing heard the dejection and despair in his words. At the same time, he was shocked by Huang Song's determination.
Huang Song ordered Feng Jue to bring troops over to rendezvous. He was mentally prepared to determine the outcome in one battle.
The two sides faced each other, blocking all paths of retreat. Either Jiang Pengji or Huang Song would die.
No matter who lived or died, the end of this battle would be the end of one of them and a new beginning for the other.
Cheng Jing could not say anything against it. After thinking for a long time, he could only sigh and agree.
"I'll draft up the transfer order now."
Huang Song said, "Okay."
Huang Song's wife, Qi Chaolan, was a strong-minded woman. When her husband went to the front line to fight, she had to follow him from afar with hundreds of guards. She lived nearby to help him do what she could and share his worries. The relationship between the husband and wife improved over time.
Thinking of this, Huang Song could not help but smile bitterly. In the past, she had always been worried that Madam Qi would run into danger when she came to the front line. Every time she went out to fight, she would tell her not to follow. But now, she felt that it was also good for her to follow. At least she could see her once, and she wouldn't have to die with regrets.
Qi Chaolan looked at him with concern and asked, "Why do you look so worried?"
Huang Song said, "Talking about what happened outside will only make Madam worry for nothing."
The two of them were not far from each other, but Huang Song had not seen her for almost half a year. He had a lot to say to her.
When he wanted to open his mouth, he found it hard to say anything and didn't know what to say.
Madam Qi said, "Even if you don't tell me, I can guess most of it."
In her eyes, Huang Song was an optimistic person. Even if he suffered a setback, he would quickly recover. He didn't like to bring his work home. Even if he had a lot of troubles outside, he would put on a nonchalant attitude in front of his wife and children when he returned home so that his family wouldn't worry. Madam Qi knew him so well, but Huang Song looked so worried this time. It was obviously not a small matter. It was very likely related to his family's life.
Huang Song thought about it, then lowered his head and whispered, "If I can't give you the highest glory, will you be sad?"
When he was young, he had suffered enough because of his birth. He had been despised and unfairly because of his birth. He knew what it was like, so he naturally didn't want his children to repeat his life. After getting married and starting a career, Huang Song paid more attention to this point. He didn't want his children to suffer.
If it weren't for his good luck and his father-in-law's favor, Huang Song wouldn't have been able to marry Qi Chaolan.
She had been wronged to marry him. How could Huang Song bear to let her suffer with him?
In the chaos of Dongqing, his ambition grew day by day. When he dreamed at night, he also thought about that supreme position.
He wanted Qi Chaolan to share it with him.
Madam Qi said with a smile, "As long as Langjun is still here, even simple tea and simple food can be delicacies. Why should I be sad?"
She said it so calmly that Huang Song didn't know how to react.
Madam Qi said, "No matter who wins or loses, you have to be alive. This is the most precious thing to me. No glory or status can be exchanged for it."
Huang Song choked and didn't speak for a long time.
Madam Qi looked at him, and her heart couldn't help but feel sour.
She had accompanied Huang Song from a teenager to a young man, and he was about to enter his 40s. How she wanted to continue to walk with him and meet him until they were old.
"How can I bear to see you in a difficult situation?" Madam Qi sighed. "Do whatever you want."
She and Huang Song weren't a husband and wife who respected each other, so she didn't want to use herself and their children to restrict Huang Song's choices.
Huang Song's throat choked, and he didn't know what to do.
His outstretched hands stopped in mid-air, and after a long while, he wiped away the eyesore tears with his fingertips.
He said in a low voice, "Don't cry. These tears aren't hanging on your face. They're clearly dripping into your husband's heart."
Huang Song and his wife had been married for many years, but he had only seen her eyes turn red once. That was when Meng Zhan proposed to promise a woman from the clan to him as a concubine to win him over. But now, he had made her cry. Huang Song's heart ached so much that he couldn't help but blurt out all kinds of sweet nothings.
Not only did Madam Qi not stop, but she cried even harder.
She rarely cried, but once she did, her tears would burst like a dam that couldn't be stopped no matter what. Huang Song was quite frightened.
Huang Song could only pick her up and coax her as if she were a child, saying a lot of nice things.
"… Your husband isn't a stubborn man. A real man knows when to yield and when to stand tall. I will never commit suicide just because I am defeated. You are still so young, and the child is still so young. Without your husband's protection, I will crawl back even if I go to hell. " Of course, Huang Song knew that if he was defeated, committing suicide with his sword was the best way to protect his family. But when Qi Chaolan cried so sadly, his rationality collapsed. "… Besides, your husband may not lose … What if I win? Wouldn't that be a happy ending?"
Even salted fish had dreams, let alone people.
Qi Chaolan's tears had washed away all his despair and decadence, and Huang Song's fighting spirit was high again.
He had to pull himself together. The situation wasn't irreparably bad.
Huang Song tried his best to coax her for a long time before she stopped crying.
That day, the husband and wife spent a long time together. Huang Song woke up before dawn the next day.
He thought that he had gotten up very early, but he didn't expect Madam Qi to get up even earlier.
Or rather, she hadn't slept at all that night.
"Madam, take them back to Haozhou and wait for me to go back."
She got up and helped Huang Song get dressed. She lowered her head and said, "Mm, okay!"
Watching Huang Song leave with his people, his figure gradually becoming a small black dot, her shaky emotions collapsed again.
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