Xu Beizhi's eyes were resolute as he said in a low voice, "Beiliang's foundation is not strong enough to begin with. Now, the general families who have no hope of defending their positions are rushing to leave Beiliang. It's true that most of these people are vermin, but can't they really become part of Beiliang's fighting force? The battle between countries has always been about who can endure more and who can take more hits. According to my plan, Beiliang will have the titles of three great military generals. These twelve titles are destined to be given to the outstanding people of the border army who have made great contributions in battle. However, there will be twelve ranks of military generals in the ranks of colonel, colonel, and cavalry. There will also be two great civil generals. These titles will be tailor-made for the wavering spectators, for the general families who are willing to contribute money and effort, and for the scholars who are willing to come up with ideas. Of course, you have to ensure that these titles are recognized by the Liyang imperial court. If possible, you have to ask the Great Peace City's Ministry of War for an edict to announce to the world. You have to ask the Zhao family's emperor and the Ministry of War and Ministry of Personnel not only to recognize the various ranks of Beiliang, but also to promise that any Beiliang official who wishes to leave the country can be demoted by one or two ranks. They cannot use any excuse to refuse! "
Hsu Fengnian laughed bitterly and said, "Ju Zi, do you really think that the Great Peace City's Ministry of War is a small courtyard in my house? Although my relationship with Lu Baijie is not bad, I'm sure that Sword Immortal Tang Xi will fall to the ground when she receives the edict. Right now, in order to suppress the local powers, even old generals like Yan Zhenchun and Yang Shenxing can be sent to their deaths. How can they slap their own mouths? When the time comes, they will take care of Beiliang. If Gu Jiantang wants to demand an exorbitant price, do you think the Ministry of War and the person on the dragon throne will agree? "
Xu Beizhi shook his head decisively and said, "It's not the same. The Zhao family can't even fend for themselves. Right now, they're relying on Beiliang to fight to the death with Beimang. If we submit this report, we'll have a fifty percent chance of success."
Hsu Fengnian also shook his head and sighed, "It's not that we can't send the memorial, but you have to know that last time, we relied on Song Dongming's suggestion that Beiliang send troops to pacify the Guangling Path, and the Imperial Court had already reluctantly sent over the grain. I don't think it's going to happen this time."
Xu Beizhi loosened his grip on the reins and rubbed his hands. He said softly, "The memorial isn't going to be sent to the Ministry of War right now. Let's see when Cao Changqing will be able to beat up the Imperial Court. "
Hsu Fengnian nodded and suddenly asked, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
Xu Beizhi turned to look at him and asked calmly, "Are you afraid that Chen Xiliang and I are like fire and water? Both of us think that a mountain can't accommodate two tigers? "
Hsu Fengnian let out a sigh of relief and said jokingly, "It's good that you know what you're doing. The two of you are both my friends and my master's precious unpolished jade. If either of you is gone, I'll die of heartache. "
Xu Beizhi also asked, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
Hsu Fengnian rolled his eyes and said, "You can read my mind, but I can't read yours."
Xu Beizhi didn't attack Hsu Fengnian like he usually did. Instead, he said, "I think that once Liang Mang starts the war, we have to find a reason to not give Gu Jiantang the opportunity to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight on the eastern front."
Hsu Fengnian froze and said, "Not only does this touch Yuan Benxi's bottom line, I'm afraid that even Zhang Julu and Qi Yanglong won't agree."
Xu Beizhi said calmly, "Even Wang Xianzhi will lose. There shouldn't be anyone in the world who can win every battle."
Hsu Fengnian was speechless.
This was probably the biggest difference between Xu Beizhi and Chen Xiliang. When Chen Xiliang did things, he always liked to start from the smallest details. Very rarely did he make a move that gave off the feeling of being bold and bold. But Xu Beizhi was different. He seemed to have a higher vantage point and was more insightful.
But there was no difference between the two.
At least that was the case for now.
Xu Beizhi smiled for no reason.
Hsu Fengnian looked at this guy in confusion.
Under the moonlight, Xu Beizhi looked to the north and said softly with a smile, "When I was young, I always wanted to go south with my grandfather and fight Beiliang. I didn't expect it to be the other way around."
Hsu Fengnian asked curiously, "You really don't have anyone in Norland that you care about? For example, do you have a girl you grew up with? Are there any good men who share the same interests? Are there any bastards who you want to ride on top of his head to vent your anger? "
Xu Beizhi's face was calm as she replied softly, "No."
A plan could be worth a city, and a few words could set the foundation of a country.
Hsu Fengnian was waiting to see who would become the first strategist in Beiliang to be worthy of such a title.
At this time, one of the Hundred Swords of the Wu family sped up and passed by Wu Liuding and the female sword attendant. He came to Hsu Fengnian's side and cupped his fists. He said loudly, "I am Xie Chengan, from a fallen country. If I may be so bold as to ask, would Your Highness be willing to spar with me when you are free?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Is it for yourself or for Western Shu?"
Xie Chengan, who had once lost to the Sword Emperor of Western Shu by half a sword, said honestly, "Both."
Hsu Fengnian pulled on the reins of his horse and rubbed salt on the wound of an old swordsman. He said lazily, "Senior Sui, someone wants to spar with me. Shouldn't they ask you first?"
It was indeed Hsu Fengnian's latest defeated opponent, Sui Xie Gu. He was so angry that his white eyebrows fluttered. He snorted coldly but did not refuse.
The haggard Xie Chengan said calmly, "I know that I am not Your Highness's opponent, but if I don't use this sword in my life, my conscience will not be at ease."
Cui Hua, who was resting with her eyes closed, asked coldly, "Xie Chengan, after entering the tomb, do you have any 'sword of your own' to speak of?"
Xie Banjian's expression suddenly dimmed. He wanted to speak but stopped.
Wu Liuding laughed and said, "It's fine, it's fine. Since we have left that lifeless place, we don't have to pay too much attention to those rules and regulations. Grandfather Xie said it was a spar, not a life and death battle. I believe that the King of Beiliang is magnanimous. If we don't fight when we are in an invincible position, it would be unreasonable.
That's right! "
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and looked at the Sword Crown of the Wu family who he had never dealt with. "Alright, let's spar too?"
Wu Liuding snorted and said angrily, "Afraid of you? You pick the place, I pick the time! "
Hsu Fengnian said, "Right here."
Wu Liuding said shamelessly, "A hundred years later!"
Most of the Wu family's swordsmen had strange expressions on their faces. To have such a young master as their leader was really a disgrace.
A middle-aged swordsman also sped up his horse and asked with a smile, "I heard that the King of Beiliang started practicing with the blade?"
Hsu Fengnian asked with a smile, "What, you, Zhang Luantai, lost to Gu Jiantang in the peak battle in front of the Wu family's Sword Tomb, and now you want to get back at me, who also practices the blade?"
Zhang Luantai was also honest. He nodded and said, "I think so, but it is as difficult as ascending to the heavens."
The beautiful swordsman Wu Liuding called Auntie Nalan did not go up to join in the fun, but cleared her throat and asked with a laugh, "Wang Ye, I will not seek humiliation by competing with you. I just want to ask a small question. Wang Ye, you are so handsome. If I were ten or twenty years younger, would we be able to live together?"
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and said with a smile, "Sister, how about you be the wet nurse for my children in the future?"
The woman's chest rose and fell with the movement of the horse's back. Her aura was turbulent. After hearing this, she didn't get angry. Instead, she teased, "If I had known earlier, I would have gone to find Princess Consort and shamelessly claimed her as my sister. Perhaps Prince Ye would have been able to call me that now."
Hsu Fengnian said helplessly, "Fortunately, you did not claim my mother as your sister twenty years ago."
The Sword Maniac Helian, the Sword Monk Cui Meigong, and the oldest swordsmen of the Wu family's Sword Tomb all smiled.
After a wave of laughter, Hsu Fengnian said, "You are all famous grandmasters of the sword. If you want to compete with me, then forget it. I will not agree."
On this trip, Hsu Fengnian only had a cold blade at his waist. His fingers rubbed the hilt of the blade at his waist. He raised his head to look at the sky and smiled. "When we reach the border, you should see the best blade in the world and see how good it is."
In the middle of winter, when it was snowing, the cold blade would be unsheathed and held horizontally. When there was no one around, it would cut the snow.
Some people would cut off their heads and drink the blood.
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