The General and His Enemy Your Highness

Mei Geng understood why Chu Ce in his previous life would rather bury the soldiers alive and destroy the Mei Clan, but also save the thirteen prefectures that Xixia invaded.

He led the army under the city, clearly under the city gate, and could attack the city with one order, but the man fell down like flying flowers, splashed on the ground, and the blood and flesh shot out were dazzling.

The word siege stuck in his throat.

Ge Chu wore a ferocious bronze mask on his face, his hand holding the rein was trembling, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth as if he was suppressing his anger: "Beast!"

"These bastards." Qi Xiu gritted his teeth, his hand clasped on the hilt of the knife at his waist was bruised, but it was still difficult to draw the knife. He cast his eyes on the face of King Xiping, who was sinking like water, and asked in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, what can I do?" Do not hit?"

Almost everyone was looking at King Xiping holding a silver gun, with countless lives and eyes, like a huge boulder pressing on a man's shoulders.

Mei Geng stared blankly at the scarlet under the city wall, it was too far away, he couldn't really see it clearly, but he knew that he had stepped into the same predicament as Chu Ce back then.

The strong wind whipped up the heat, and the sky was covered with clouds, making the whole world look gloomy.

After a long time, the young general looked indifferent, and gave the order: "Retreat for ten miles."

The moment she turned around, Mei Gengjunmei's eyebrows and eyes condensed an extremely dark and indifferent chill, like the dark blood bursting out of the boundless eternal night.

Duke Huai’s mansion received the news a few days earlier than the battle report, and the thick stack of confidential letters full of trivial things suddenly became a thin one. His brows and eyes darkened under Liu Changjue's astonished expression.

This is not a dead end, it just depends on whose heart is more ruthless.

Chu Ce was deeply caught in the situation back then, with Lin Yuan's kick, there was no way to advance, and there was no way to retreat. Now the person in the game has been replaced by Mei Geng.

It is still the bureau of the year.

The lonely moon hangs in the sky, Qinghui is lonely and depressed.

Candlelight shines through the carved window lattice, the sandalwood case, a game of chess, the chaotic chess pieces seem to be a dead end game, before the young man sits on the case, he stares at the chessboard in a trance.

How to break the game?

In front of the yellow sand formation in the northwest, candles were brightly lit in the military tents.

The young man in Xuanpao stood in front of the sand table, the situation of the battle was stagnant. In fact, it was just a choice, whether to want the city or the people?Mei Geng slowly closed his eyes, his knuckles turned white with fists in his sleeves.

How to break the game?

The two people who had been deeply involved in this game and ended in a tragic end were reintroduced into that dead game, and overwhelming depression surged, just like drowning people, struggling hard, but they don't know whether they are floating or sinking.

For three whole days, His Highness Duke Huai of Yong'an never stepped out of Prince Huai's mansion, and King Xiping outside Jinzhou never stepped out of his military tent.

Yong'an, Prince Huai's Mansion.

Chu Ce looked haggard, staring at the chess game in a daze, almost insane.

Those who live in high places, besides the glory, wealth and power, also have inescapable responsibilities, just like an actor, who can't help himself to cry or laugh.

The young man in white folded his sleeves and sat opposite him. Liu Changjue glanced at the chess game, and then a cool and pleasant voice sounded: "Are you worried about this, or Jinzhou?"

Chu Ce blinked his sour eyes, and smiled bitterly, "I'm thinking about the Golden State confrontation."

Liu Changjue frowned slightly, "If Xixia made a decision earlier in the morning, if Xixia used this as a threat, would he have to give up city after city?"

Chu Ce kept silent, he naturally knew about it, but how could Mei Geng in front of the battle not know?

He was even a little desperate.

When the Xixia envoys entered Chu, he asked Mei Geng to kill Jiang Rong, the scourge, but in the end, he still left the scourge of today.

When Mei Geng went to war, he thought that Mei Geng would die on the battlefield as he wished, and that he could also live a decent life as the Great Chu Emperor.

Because of Jiang Rong's treacherous plan, if he didn't kill Mei's family and Mei's driving the Northwest Army, he would have to massacre the people of the Central Plains in the occupied city, forcing him to have nowhere to go, turning against Mei Geng, even death is so embarrassing.

He is not a fearless person, how can he not be afraid?How can it not hurt?

What should I do in this life if I couldn't get out of the dead end in the previous life?

His absent-minded eyes were stained with panic, and the wide-sleeved robe swept across the chessboard, and the chess pieces fell all over the ground in an instant, making it as messy as a starboard.

"Chu Ce?"

A voice as clear as a snowy mountain and a cold spring suddenly sounded, and Chu Ce regained consciousness from the chaos in an instant. Facing Liu Changjue's obviously suspicious eyes, he turned his face away and said softly, "I'm sorry, brother."

"...Who is your elder brother?" Liu Changjue glanced at the scattered chess pieces on the ground and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knows Chu Ce has secrets, and even that King Xiping is mysterious. After all, his identity, in addition to his deceased mother, the previous master of Fengyue Tower, and the intelligence leader of the Great Chu royal family, should be his identity in this world. No one knows.

Unexpectedly, these two people threatened him with this. Mr. Liu regained his composure and regained his dignity of contempt for all living beings. Your own thinking is too perfect, you always have to learn to choose.”

"Then according to my brother's opinion, what should I do now?" Chu Ce sighed softly, and cleaned up the mess on the chessboard.

Liu Changjue was silent for a moment, then said softly: "You can't save everyone, they want to survive, they can only rely on themselves if they don't rely on the sky."

On their own…?

Chu Ce's movements suddenly stopped, as if he was frozen in place, with a black jade chess piece clamped between his white as jade fingertips, and murmured thoughtfully, "It's better to save yourself than to wait for others to save you..."

The Northwest Army is restrained and unable to move, so the only hope for the people in the city at this moment is themselves.

"Thank you, brother." Chu Ce got up, smiled relieved, turned around and went to the desk to spread out the paper, and hung his wrist to write, his handwriting was thin and delicate.

He has always put the world and everything on his shoulders, and he cannot get out of the nightmare trapped in his previous life. His instinctive fear even made him forget that there is still a chance.

At that time Xixia invaded and threatened it with this, but now Xixia has made such a terrible strategy for self-protection, it is not yesterday.

Liu Changjue narrowed his eyes and retracted his gaze, silently put away the scattered pieces on the ground, and thought to himself, why is this little highness so disobedient, brother and brother are so kind to call, who will answer?

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When the report of the Northwest Battle was introduced into the court, the old-fashioned courtiers, who had always advocated harmony, started arguing again, clamoring that the people are the most important thing, it is better to cease the war for the time being, and there were endless quarrels. Mixed with the Northwest War, instead of playing farming, please change the law.

Those who cultivate wasteland will be rewarded and their taxes will be reduced.

The court, which was already unstable, was completely blown up because of His Royal Highness Huai Wang's request for reform.

The showers were in a hurry, and the break was just at dusk. The sky was like fire, and the afterglow was red. The army camped for more than ten days. Jinzhou was close at hand, but they couldn't rely on it.

In the commander's tent, a young general without armor sat behind the case, wearing a black robe, with a stern face, staring at the spies reporting the situation in Jinzhou every day, but he couldn't move an inch, secretly gnashing his teeth.

Qin Gui hurriedly entered the tent, and handed over the secret letter he had just received, "It's from Yong'an."

Mei Geng glanced at it casually, his expression froze for a moment, his sitting posture changed from lazy to upright, stared at the secret letter for a while, and then said: "Call Qi Xiu and Ge Chu here."

Mei Geng's expression was subtle, and he repeatedly rubbed the delicate handwriting with his fingertips, feeling slightly warm in his heart.

Chu Ce, who was once in a dead end, actually found a bright way for him.

Clearly wishing to keep him by his side all the time, being separated from him even for a moment would be suffering, what reason?What self-sufficiency?

After farewell, only lovesickness is true.

Mei Geng let out his breath slowly, and while there was no one around, gently kissed his handwriting, as if kissing the cool fingertips, sniffing the ink fragrance that had almost dissipated.

When Qin Gui brought the two of them in, Mei Geng had already returned to normal, he was still holding the secret letter in his hand, and his smile was cold: "Immediately contact our people in the Central Plains city occupied by Xixia, and use Xixia as a threat to massacre the city." Spread it out and tell them that after half a month, regardless of whether the gate of Jinzhou City is opened or not, they will be ordered to attack the city."

Qi Xiu was stunned for a moment, then said, "Then what if they really slaughtered the city?"

Mei Geng's eyes were stern, and he sneered, "Soldiers are coming to the city, if the people in the city still have the heart to save themselves, they should know how to resist, internal and external troubles, Jinzhou will be destroyed, otherwise..." Mei Geng raised his eyes and glanced at the stunned Qi Xiu , "This king is not a god, and he cannot save all the suffering people in the world, let alone what will happen to the people of Dachu who fell into the hands of the Xia people? Since they can't treat everyone equally, they are not qualified to govern the land of Dachu."

If the people of Xia really treat the people of Great Chu as the same as the people of Xixia, perhaps this precarious appearance of peace can be maintained for a while longer.

It is a pity that the grievances between Xixia and Dachu have been deep, and there have been casualties in the years of fighting. When talking about each other, they all gritted their teeth with hatred. With blood and blood, the death of a close person at the hands of an enemy country is enmity and hatred.

Therefore, after the cession of the land to Xixia, the people in the city will be the fish on the top and be slaughtered by others.

Qi Xiu and Ge Chu looked at each other, and immediately bowed their hands to accept the order: "This subordinate understands."

Looking at the handwriting on the secret letter, Mei Geng's eyes softened instantly, and he smiled softly, "Let the people of Dachu understand that opening the city gate means a new life."

Qi Xiu was astonished: "..."

Ge Chu was slightly surprised: "..."

The prince's tender and lingering eyes are really rare to see in a hundred years.

After leaving the door, Qi Xiu was still too shocked to speak, Young Master Qin said contemptuously in his heart, what is this, he also saw the prince coaxing His Royal Highness Huai to eat every day.

Feed yourself.

Ten days later, there was a riot in the city of Jinzhou. Although the people of Dachu were not good at weapons, they were better than the people. They endured humiliation for many years, and now they will be slaughtered in the city. The people of Dachu, who have been suppressed for too long in despair and hatred, Like a flower born in blood, it blooms in anger in the blood, exchanging blood for a way out, beautiful and heroic.

When receiving the news, the Northwest Army immediately dispatched troops, joined hands with the people in Jinzhou City, opened the city gate, wiped out [-] enemies, and Jiang Rong was wounded and fled.

Golden State Victory.

The city is like a purgatory on earth, with mutilated corpses everywhere, soaked in a pool of blood, like a Shura death.

The living people knelt down and howled, shouting for the prince to be a thousand years old.

The young and stern King Xiping dismounted from his horse, stood in the sea of ​​corpses, his spears reflected the blood-colored sunset, stared at the distant mountains and rivers, and said every word: "My sons of Dachu are all heroes—"