"My original intention for this surprise attack was to quickly descend to Lanzhou, go north along the Yellow River, and reach Xingqing Mansion. First, I will turn the Xixia people's nest upside down. After they return to the army, I will use my methods to defeat them one by one!"
Lao Cao pointed at the map and said calmly.
From Lanzhou to Yinchuan, one is on the left and the other is on the right of the river. They are eight to nine hundred miles apart, and the mountains are difficult to navigate.
The reason why Lao Cao wanted to seize Lanzhou was because he could go north along the river by water and reach Xingqing Mansion, so that he could cover his ears with lightning speed.
"There are many precedents for the Song Dynasty to attack Xia." Lao Cao sighed: "I have looked at all the battles. They often took several years to prepare, sent out several troops, and hundreds of thousands of people wearing armor to fight. What was the result? There was probably a victory and a loss. "
Shaking his head slightly: "From my perspective, the Hundred Years' War between Song and Xia can be summed up in eight characters: 'It lasted for a long time and wasted people and money.'"
These eight words sum up the efforts of countless outstanding people, countless blood and shouts, glory and loss over the past century.
As generals of the Western Army, Qu Duan and Wang Yan glanced at each other with dissatisfied expressions.
Cao Cao saw this and smiled softly: "Since I made such arrogant remarks, there must be a reason..."
He took a deep breath and Zhuang Su said: "I think the fundamental reason why the Western Army and even the Song Dynasty failed to deal with Xixia is that no one in the court realized that he, a Xixia native, was just one of the barbarians. ——Do you know what Zhuhu is?"
Lao Cao stretched out his hand and quickly drew circles on the map, some large, some small. Most of the time, they overlapped each other in similar areas.
He said smoothly: "Xiongnu, Donghu, Xianbei, Wuhuan, Tuguhun, Rouran, Turk, Tubo, Mohe, Uighur...Khitan, Dangxiang!"
After saying that, he suddenly slapped the picture with a heavy palm: "Do you see it?"
Everyone looked at each other in shock, no one said anything, obviously they didn't understand what Lao Cao was referring to.
Lao Cao looked at everyone with a tiger's eye, as if there were burning flames in his eyes: "You are like weeds! Even if they are once connected to the sky, they can't escape the spring and autumn, and the frost and frost! Even if the spring breeze blows and grows again, they are still shallow and insignificant. Root feet!"
At this point, Cao Cao became very serious: "You guys will remember today, you are just like weeds!"
"But we Han people are like rocks, giant trees, mountains, and rivers!"
“The river has its source and the mountain has its roots!”
"What is the source? It is the blood of our ancestors that has been flowing in our bodies from generation to generation!"
"What is the root? It is the sage's book with brilliant words in our hearts!"
Lao Cao's voice was like thunder, rolling in the hall, and everyone was deafened and deafened. Their eyes were sore and their blood was hot, and they wanted to look up to the sky and roar.
Lao Cao's voice became louder and louder: "My Han family is fighting against Zhu Hu, do we actually want to go back and forth with him and show off his tricks at each other's turn?"
He laughed loudly and shouted: "In the past, the Han Dynasty was in decline, and dragons and snakes rose up in the wilds, fighting for supremacy with each other, using all possible means! Sometimes there were Qiang and Hu barbarians who thought that the Han Dynasty was fighting within the family and had no time to care about it, so they all started to fight. In the Central Plains, however, the heroes at that time, with a little attention, swept him away at will, and this was still a time when the country's power was at its lowest!"
"If the Han Dynasty is prosperous!"
Perhaps the words touched upon the old dream of the general who conquered the West. Lao Cao's face suddenly turned red, and even his voice trembled slightly.
"When the Han Dynasty was prosperous, the voice of 'A strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is,' shocked the world! I, the Han son, are looking for a prince, so why not be far away if the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away?"
He looked at the bird picture carefully, as if he was looking for a certain place, but he couldn't find it for a long time.
With a self-deprecating smile, he simply raised his head and pointed to the northwest: "Five thousand miles away, there is a mountain named Yanran, which is where Ban Gu carved a stone to perform his merits!"
He also pointed to the west: "Ban Gu's younger brother Ban Chao led thirty-six people out of the fortress, crossed Congling and reached the county. They turned to the deserted territory. The battle must be the first to ascend. After twenty-two years of travel, they swept through fifty-six countries and settled. In the Western Region, I will be granted the title of Marquis Dingyuan!"
Those with onion collars are from the Pamir Plateau, and those from the county are from the Hindu Kush Mountains.
Lao Cao let out a long breath, looked at everyone one by one, lowered his voice, and said calmly: "Brothers, think about it, brothers like Ban Gu and Ban Chao, are they also fighting against Hu'er? It's like fighting for hegemony among the heroes in the late Han Dynasty. Are you going to go back and forth with Hu'er too?"
"Mosquitoes suck blood, flies make noisy noises, there's nothing to think about, just slap them away!"
Even though everyone in the tent was a hero who believed in committing suicide and valuing righteousness, it was actually difficult for everyone in the tent to truly and completely understand Lao Cao's words.
About eight hundred years later, there may be a poem that can exactly match his current state of mind.
What it really is: "In this small world, there are a few flies hitting the wall. There are buzzing sounds, a few shrill sounds, and a few sobs! ... The four seas are churning with clouds and water, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder. If you want to wipe out all harmful insects, you will be invincible."
Although the heroes do not have Lao Cao's gaze that spans thousands of years, nor do they have the confidence and pride left by strong men, they are still heroes after all. Although they cannot fully understand it, they are still excited by what he said.
"Mr. Jin Jian" suddenly said: "I know what brother means! Xixia calls for blood sucking, so I will give you a slap in the face. Now the Tubo, Uighur, Zaqiang and other tribes also dare to trample on my Han people's majesty, so I will slap you again." Go slap me!"
"Hahahaha!" Cao Cao laughed: "As expected of Mr. Jin Jian!"
He looked at the map and clicked on the west and north of Lanzhou: "Although Wu is not talented, he still wants to imitate the sages. Now he not only wants to attack Xingqing Mansion, but also wants to make them aware of the Han family. What is majesty!”
"I want to divide my troops!"
"The current troops and horses are more than 2,000 people I brought back from the battle with Youyun, plus 10,000 from the Western Army and 20,000 from the Jishan Army!"
"I would like to mobilize 10,000 Jishan Army, together with 5,000 Western Army, to form the West Route Army, with Li Zhu as the main general and Ma Xie, Wang Yan, Wu Jie, and Wu Lin as deputy generals. They will go west along the river and capture Huang first. Recover Zhouzhou and Xiningzhou, then attack Suzhou, Guazhou, Shazhou, and even recover Yumen Pass!"
Shazhou is also called Dunhuang.
Li Zhu's thin face showed an obvious flush, and he solemnly clasped his fists and said: "Brother has such trust! Li Zhu dares not to obey my order?"
When he wandered around the world and tempted Wang Qing to rebel, didn't he have the ambition to make great achievements in his heart?
At this moment, Lao Cao appointed him as the general to regain his homeland during the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the excitement in his chest surged like the ocean tide.
Old Cao stared at Li Zhu and said, "Now is not the prosperous age. After the Xixia Kingdom is solved, I have to go back to deal with Jin Liao. I will give you these fifteen thousand men. It is still a matter of doubt whether there will be follow-up reinforcements."
Li Zhu considered for a moment, then met Cao Cao's gaze: "I want the power to make arbitrary decisions when the opportunity arises!"
Cao Cao smiled: "Outside, all authority will be in your hands."
Li Zhu asked again: "If Hus are recruited as military generals, can the rewards and punishments be the same as those of Han people?"
Cao Cao said: "First, those who enter China belong to China. Second, all power is in your hands."
Li Zhu showed a hot smile: "In this case, Yumen Pass may not be the end. Ban Dingyuan can go to Congling and County with thirty-six people. My brother has given me 50,000 elite soldiers. Why can't I come?"
Cao Cao narrowed his eyes, nodded and said: "If this is the case, you should be Duke Dingyuan!"
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the five generals including Ma Xie and Wang Yan: "You generals want to achieve unparalleled achievements thousands of miles away. If you dare not go, then follow me to Xingqing Mansion. If you dare to follow him, once you succeed, , all have the status of princes."
Ma Xie laughed loudly: "Brother, I am a strong thief in Huaixi. I was scolded by the world in my life, and I will never enter my ancestor's grave when I die. Now that my brother has given me the road of becoming a marquis, how can I not take this path?"
Wang Yan, Wu Jie, and Wu Lin all laughed and said: "Brother Ma is a strong man, and he longs for the title of marquis, let alone me and other generals? This time, I will kill my brother to the end of the world!"
Cao Cao laughed loudly: "You man, this is what you should do! Remember, along the way, 'Plow its courtyards, sweep its huts, and place them in the counties and counties!'"
He also said: "My own troops include 10,000 Jishan Army and 5,000 Western Army. A total of more than 17,000 people are the Northern Route Army. From now on, we will search for ships and build large rafts. In three days, we will go north along the river. Surprise attack on Xingqing Mansion."
As soon as the words were spoken, the rest of the people all said, "Here!"
There are different teachings: the golden sword marches to the west to serve the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the magic sword shines brightly in the north. Huaixi's wealthy guests are from Jiangnan and Han Dynasty, and the northwest shows its sharpness.
I actually sat down early today, earlier than usual. I thought I could write five or six thousand words. I wrote, revised, checked, and made corrections. When I looked at it just now, I wondered why I was so illiterate.
I was shocked... I'm really sorry.
(End of chapter)
