In the main general's tent outside You Lu Pass, the atmosphere was heavy and strange. An urgent military report was delivered by the Lu family's personal guards. The Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War, Lu Shengxiang, was sitting behind the table. His expression did not change as his finger gently stroked a commander's seal. Inside the tent, the generals and captains were divided into two groups. Most of these generals were brought to the capital by Assistant Minister Lu from Guangling Circuit. There was no doubt about their loyalty and ability. Some of them were steady old men who had been nurtured by the flames of war during the Spring and Autumn Period, some were talented military officers who were in the prime of their lives and were eager to make progress. There were also a few young captains who were promoted as exceptions. A trusted subordinate who was sent to be a coachman rushed into the tent with his butt on fire. None of the guards stopped him. Lu Shengxiang did not even bat an eyelid. He just lowered his head and looked at the old map that was taken from the Ministry of Revenue with great difficulty. It was funny that even though Gu Lu had kept the Ministry of War for many years, he could not find a map of the southern part of the capital that satisfied Lu Shengxiang. However, he could easily find a few hundred maps of the border between the two Liao Provinces.
Guo Dongfeng, who smelled of horse urine, glared at his peers who were rejoicing in his misfortune, and asked loudly, "General, did that Yang Shenxing eat the wrong medicine? Why did he take the initiative to hastily advance towards the south? Is he so confident that he can break through Yufang Pass, cross the Qinshui Crossing, and then take down the most important town in the north of Guangling Road, Qiao Xiao? If he rushes in like this, what will happen to our two armies? General, what do you think? Are we going to watch him lead a bunch of hedonistic sons to their deaths, or are we going to accompany them in playing with fire? Damn it, forty thousand soldiers and horses, that is the last of Southern Ji Army. Once they cross the Qinshui Crossing, before they reach Biao Town, that place has always been the Qingyang Basin, a place where battles have been fought since ancient times. Now, we are completely in the dark about the mobilization of soldiers in Guangling Circuit. Where did this old man get the confidence to penetrate deep into that place alone?! No matter how useless West Chu is, they can at least squeeze out eight to nine thousand soldiers who can fight, right? What if the Garrison General of Biao Town is faking his surrender? As the great general of An Kingdom, you will be defeated by such a clumsy strategy to lure the enemy. At that time, won't you be the one to take the blame?! "
Lu Sheng Xiang did not even raise his head as he said calmly, "First of all, we can confirm that the Arrogant Guard General Han Penglai is not faking his surrender. Secondly, they had forty thousand elite soldiers from Ji Nan, and their supplies were perfect. The Great General of An Kingdom was good at organizing his army, and he was good at advancing his army step by step. Even if they were faced with an army of eight to nine thousand cavalrymen, as long as there were no heavy cavalrymen launching a surprise attack, they would not necessarily lose. In the end, no one dared to say whether or not the remnants of West Chu would be able to deploy nearly ten thousand cavalry at the front line of Buxiao Qingyang. Because of geographical limitations, West Chu had always fought on foot in the west and on horseback in the east. Of course, if you meet a lunatic, it's hard to say. "
Guo Dongfeng stiffened his neck and said, "But the Ministry of War's established strategy is to let the Duke of Huainan Zhao Ying, who is stationed at the Slippery Platform, and the King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, who is stationed at Hao 'ao Lake, launch the attack at the same time. No matter whether they succeed or not, it should be Zhao Yi, Prince of Guangling's turn next. How could it be Yang Shenxing's turn?! "
Lu Sheng Xiang angrily rebuked: "You think you can call the name of the Vassal King? Scram back to feed your horses! "
Guo Dongfeng shrunk his neck and obediently left the tent. Soon, he lifted the curtain and poked his head out, asking curiously, "General, may I ask where that Commander Cao Changqing, Zhou Song, Pei Hongzhi, and the other elders are now?"
Lu Sheng Xiang continued to stare at the map. It was a young general from the Guangling Spring Snow Building who laughed softly and said, "Cao Changqing is personally watching the Guangling Army. Zhou Song and Pei Hongzhi are not near the northern line. One is guarding the Huai River, the other is guarding the river."
Guo Dongfeng made an 'oh' sound and turned to leave, muttering to himself, "It seems that West Chu is not Da Chu after all. They no longer have the courage to fight outside their borders."
Waiting for Guo Dongfeng to walk far away, Lu Sheng Xiang raised his head to look at an old man in a scholarly robe who stood out like a crane among chickens. He asked, "Has Zhao Gou's side found any traces of horse movement on the Guangling Road's northern line?"
The old man helplessly said, "It's difficult. The war hasn't even started yet, but more than 40 spies from the imperial court have died. In addition to the 20 or so people who betrayed us before, this is not a good sign. "
Lu Sheng Xiang made an 'oh' sound and waved his hand, indicating for everyone to leave. The Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War who led the general glanced at the military report. On it, there was a general explanation of the reasons for sending troops down south. The wording was beautiful and the style was exquisite. Naturally, it was not something that Yang Shenxing could write. Even if Lu Sheng Xiang used his butt to think, he knew that it was the work of someone who was familiar with military books. "Although the south of the capital is the 'central province of the world', the 'stone of hegemony', it cannot be accepted. It must be guarded outside the borders. The reason for the fall of Southern Tang cannot be ignored."
Lu Sheng Xiang softly said, "Armchair strategist, screw your mother."
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The first year of Xiangfu, autumn, summer. The summer heat was over and the weather was turning cold.
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