The group ascended the beacon tower at the peak of Luohu Hill. There was the old Grand Preceptor Sun Xiji, the green-robed scholar Cao Changqing, who was still ranked fourth in the martial rankings, Jiang Ni, who carried a red sandalwood sword case, and a dozen or so people from West Chu who had come out of Honglu Cave. Most of them had followed their fathers and retired to the mountains for many years and were in the prime of their lives. It was hard to imagine that this group of young people would become the pillars supporting the great cause of West Chu's restoration of the country. Among them, the youngest was not yet 20 years old. He carried four long swords on his back. He was the grandson of Lu Dantian, the great master of swordsmanship in West Chu. His name was Lu Sichu. He had come down the mountain this time to roam Jianghu. No one thought that he would be involved in the restoration of the country. However, the youth had spent some time with Li Chungang in Honglu Cave. At that time, he did not know that the old man in the sheepskin fur coat who transplanted rice was the God of Swords. It was too late for regrets. The youth's gaze kept sneaking glances at the princess in front of him. It was like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. It was a long time, and it happened many times. However, the elders beside him were not in the mood to pay attention to the ignorant feelings of a child. Jiang Ni, who was ranked third in the Rouge Ranking, also did not pay any attention to this delicate and pretty youth that she always felt had not grown up. As they were ascending the mountain, Pei Sui, the "remaining evil" of the Pei family of the Spring and Autumn Period, said softly, "The puppet-like Duke of Huainan Zhao Ying has already sent his troops down the mountain. King of Jing'an Zhao Xun's six thousand cavalry have also arrived at Qiao Ao Lake. The Crown Prince of Yan Chi Zhao Zhu's one thousand men and horses have temporarily not shown up. In my opinion, if our Da Chu wants to conquer the northern lands, we need to first take down these imperial troops under the banner of pacifying the rebellion to prevent future troubles. Moreover, after they fall, the various vassal kings' territories will have their own power to rise up in revolt. I think that Duke of Guangling Zhao Yi will not gamble his life and family as a stake and raise his troops to rally the other vassal kings. "
A burly old general who had been on the battlefield nodded in agreement. "Grand Preceptor, Mister Cao, Pei Sui is right."
Sun Xiji climbed the mountain strenuously, gasping for breath, as if he turned a deaf ear. Cao Changqing looked at the torrential Guangling River at the foot of Luo Hu Hill and smiled: "Xie Xi Bian, tell me about it."
Xie Xi Bian was a skinny young man, only four or five years older than Lv Sichu. He said slowly, "If that's the case, our forces will be too scattered, which is exactly what Lu Sheng Xiang wants. This is a trap set up by the imperial court of Li Yang. The bait is the remnants of the fallen kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn Dynasties, making us believe that we have an opportunity to take advantage of. In reality, when it comes to fighting wars, Eastern Yue, Northern Han, and Southern Tang are all far inferior to the truly elite armies of the Zhao clan. Twenty years ago, this was the case. Twenty years later, there's no need to even mention it. Only our Great Chu still has a chance. Since they can't even be relied on to fight wars, there's no need to extravagantly hope that they can accomplish great things. For something like vying for the world, all talk is useless. "
Pei Sui was refuted by someone younger than her, but she did not fly into a rage out of humiliation. Instead, she sank into contemplation.
Among the group, Xie Xi Bian, who was born into a humble family, did not have the slightest bit of stage fright. Stopping his steps, he extended his finger and drew a line from west to east. In a deep voice, he said, "According to Southern Tang's number one general, Great Ancestor Gu, the geography of the world is generally higher in the northwest and lower in the southeast. Mountain ranges and waterways run horizontally from east to west, resulting in a confrontation between north and south. More often than not, the north has the advantage over the south. This is especially true for the south and east, which are covered by the ocean and lack room to maneuver. Many of the southern governments like to rely on the great rivers and rivers, using boats to engage in naval warfare to obstruct the northern cavalry from fighting on land. However, the Guangling Road, which is located in the middle of the north and south, is not the same. It has the natural advantage of guarding the river, as well as the valuable foundation of its geographical advantage. Thus, if we fail to defend the river, we can retreat to defend the huai. If that doesn't work, we can still defend the river as our last resort, preventing us from collapsing a thousand li. Since we have such a geographical advantage and manpower, we shouldn't waste it. There are only two things to do. The first is to beat them up. Directly gather our forces and look for an opportunity to defeat Lu Shengxiang, Yang Shenxing, and Yan Zhenchun in one fell swoop. If we want to fight, we must directly break their morale. The second thing is very easy. Let's take a beating. Guarding the river, there are four major towns, and guarding the huai, there are six places. Now that they are in our hands, we can just let those vassal kings' personal troops beat us up. Relying on them? "
Cao Changqing did not say that Xie Xi Bian was right, nor did he say that he was wrong. He laughed softly and said, "Go on. I know you have the nickname 'Xie Half-sentence'."
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