I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Xi Lilong's words soon drew laughter from the others: "This is just your speculation, General Xi. How could they disguise themselves and sneak into Daxia at this time? Not to mention that they have been beaten by Daxia and are in disarray."

"General Xi, you are still too young. You are not as experienced as us. We fought the Turks for so many years. We know what kind of people the Liao people are. They are a group of barbarians who only know how to rush around."

Xi Lilong had long anticipated that these people would not believe what she said. After all, this was more than the first or second time that her opinions were refuted, even though she was now recognized as an undefeated general.

She looked at Su Chengan who seemed to be thinking about something: "If the Turks are defeated, their country will be destroyed. General, if it were you, would you fight to the death or what would happen?"

Such behavior is indeed stupid and may not even succeed, but compared with the destruction of the country, it is insignificant. If they succeed, Daxia will definitely suffer heavy casualties, and it may even give the Turks a chance to survive.

"General Xi, what you said makes sense, but we can't disperse our forces to look for the Turks just because of a guess. If we guess wrong, we will be in danger." Xing Nianyun spoke in a cold voice, and his words attracted a wave of echoes.

Su Chengan cleared his throat: "Be quiet, General Xi, did you find anything on the battlefield today?"

He believed that Xi Lilong must have discovered something to say such a thing.

"Because Ge Shuying is not dead." Xi Lilong frowned. They had always thought that Ge Shuying had died with their Khan in the battle a few months ago. But today, before she chopped off Ge Shuxue's head, she realized that Ge Shuying was not dead.

"What?" Xi Lilong's words shocked the generals in the military tent, "Ge Shuying is not dead?"

Ge Shuying hadn't appeared for such a long time that they all thought he must be dead. But now they said that Ge Shuying was not dead.

"The high priest of the Turks... is it Geshu Ying? Didn't they say that the position of high priest has been given to Geshu Xue?"

Geshu Ying and Geshu Xue are brothers. Although they are Turks, they are known for their bravery and wisdom even in the Central Plains. Even in the eyes of children in Daxia, they are evil spirits from hell who can cause countless casualties in Daxia with just one word.

If Geshu Xue was just the think tank and military strategist of the two armies, then Geshu Ying was a very evil existence. Not only was he well-versed in the art of war and good at calculations, he also knew some evil magic that could not be explained by common sense.

Let the river freeze at an inappropriate season, let the south wind blow in the twelfth month when the north wind should blow, and let a raging fire start a hundred miles away...

"It's not unusual for the enemy's news to be true or false, and not all Turks are fools. It would be even more normal if it was someone like Ge Shuying." Xing Nianyun spat, "He is just a cunning old fox."

"But even if this is the case, it can't prove that they disguised themselves as herdsmen and sneaked into Daxia." Yan Sihui quickly calmed down. Although it was surprising that Ge Shuying was still alive, it couldn't be used as a basis.

Su Chengan raised his hand to silence them: "We can discuss this matter after everyone arrives."

He frowned and looked at Xi Lilong's confident look, and he felt a little relieved. He also understood why the Turks, who had been divided at first, suddenly united again. The Turks, who had been leaderless, discovered that their high priest was not dead, and finally found their backbone.

After all, Geshu Ying would not compete with them for the position of Khan. In fact, only the Khan recognized by the high priest would be the real Khan.

"No matter what, it's a happy thing that Ge Shuxue is dead." Daxia has always felt that if the Turks didn't have the brothers Ge Shuxue and Ge Shuying, they would never have been able to escape, and the Turks would never have had so many years to breathe. "It's a pity that the Prime Minister has gone back."

"What can he do if he's still here? It's been many years since the Prime Minister fought Ge Shuying. People are not always the same. Just because he understood Ge Shuying back then doesn't mean he still understands him now. I always think that your majesty is being reckless. How can a civil official go to the battlefield?"

"How can the Prime Minister be the same? Although the Prime Minister is a civil official, he was a military strategist who fought on the battlefield from the beginning. He is not the same as those civil officials who only know the six arts of a gentleman."

"That was many years ago. If he were to go into battle now, he would only be a guard. He might not kill many people in a battle. Can he still hold a gun steadily now?"

"You really are..."

"What are you arguing about?" Su Cheng'an slammed the table heavily, looking at the generals who were about to start arguing over a trivial matter again, "Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"It's really funny. A bunch of people who don't even know if there is a 10th rank in military merit are questioning the prime minister who has already achieved 10th rank in military merit before he even reached 20." Xi Lilong laughed softly. He was really annoyed and felt that these people's arguments were meaningless. "If the prime minister had not given up military service and turned to literature, he would have been a senior general long ago."

Even if Song Shiqiu became a civilian official, his military achievements in the barracks would not count, but his ten-turn military merit also made him a general-level honorary officer. Among these people, there were really few people whose military capabilities could compare with Song Shiqiu.

It has been normal for civil officials and military officials to look down on each other since ancient times. However, Song Shiqiu is different from ordinary civil servants, so it is normal for him to be envied. After all, there are few people like Song Shiqiu who are not inferior to others in both civil and military affairs.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Su Cheng'an felt a headache seeing her watching the fun and not minding the trouble. At this time, he should be thinking about how to deal with the Turks. Why did they always quarrel over such trivial matters? He remembered that it was never like this before.

He glanced at Xi Lilong and the deputy general behind her who never spoke much, and sighed slightly.

Because of Ge Shuxue's death, the morale of the army was boosted. The Yuanyang Army was discussing Xi Lilong's archery skills, while the male generals on the other side of the wall were discussing how Su Chengan led 8,000 soldiers and horses alone to attack the enemy's tent and killed seven people in and out.

The generals in the central army tent discussed until midnight before leaving the tent. Su Chengan also stood up and went out with them. He called Xi Lilong and said, "Come with me to the shooting range to practice."

"It's so late and you're still..." Yan Sihui was about to make a joke, but was stopped by Su Cheng'an's gaze. "Ah, I slammed the table too hard just now, and the wound seems to have cracked a little. I'll go to the military doctor's tent again, and you guys can practice archery slowly."

Xi Lilong had a cold face. He waited until Yan Sihui left before looking at Su Chengan: "What do you want to say?"

Su Cheng'an's archery skills have never been as good as hers, so there was no need for him to compete with her. It was obvious that he was just looking for an excuse to get the others away.

"There's nothing to say. It's just that I haven't competed with you for a long time. Just think of it as me humiliating myself." Su Cheng'an just grinned, as if he really hadn't competed with Xi Lilong for a long time.

Xi Lilong: "No, I'm very busy."

Su Chengan grabbed her arm and refused to let her go: "It won't take much time, just give yourself a break."

"Even Lian Jian is very tired. I still have some official business to deal with. If you have nothing to do, go and have a good talk with Yan Sihui. Don't be so impulsive next time you go to the battlefield." Xi Lilong pushed his hand away, "There are not as few things in the Yuanyang Army as you think."

Even though the number of the Yuanyang Army is less than 10,000 now, there is still a lot of work to do and a lot of correspondence that needs to be processed.

"I know, but no matter what, you're not as busy as I am. I've already invited you, so why don't you take some time to play a couple of rounds with me?" Su Cheng'an approached shamelessly, "I've learned a new archery technique recently, and who knows, maybe my archery skills are better than yours now. Are you scared?"