Yu Xingwen smashed his mouth from the side and said, "Su Shuai, that's what he said. But the last thing is, as long as the emperor doesn't plan to let us retreat, we will have to attack Zhongzhong sooner or later."

"well……"

Lu Yuwen sighed, "It's all about entering Zhongzhong. With the emperor's character, as long as we think of a way to deal with that extreme state, we will definitely immediately let us kill Zhongzhong and fight back. But I don't know when we will wait. Now the people in the army are restless, and the soldiers are eagerly looking forward to killing to Kaifeng Mansion to avenge their brothers. If you wait like this, you don't know what will happen. God..."

He glanced at Su Quandang and did not say the three words "Shenxianling". "After these days, even I feel anxious. The soldiers, I'm afraid that this is even more so..."

The morale of the army is complicated.

Even if they don't mix their subjective emotions into it, Lu Yuwen and the others think that the soldiers of the Jiankang Security Department need to win a victory to vent their emotions, especially those old soldiers.

"Okay."

Su Quandang slapped the table and said, "You all go down first, prepare the credit book to the military order."

Wen Qi and others looked at each other, but they had no choice but to walk outside.

Su Quandang sat alone in the handsome tent, covering his head with his hands, staring at the book case in front of him in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking.

...

night.

There is a cool breeze by the river.

The wind is thrilling.

The torches in the continuous military camp were tilted to the south by the whizzing cold wind.

When watching outside the tent, the patrol soldiers were wrapped up quite tightly. Those who were not so strict were all those whose internal strength had some foundation.

Su Quan dang slept in his handsome tent.

Since the Battle of Shenxianling, he has been stationed on the banks of the Songcheng River for more than five months. It is just about training troops, and there is indeed not much to worry about as the marshal.

The grain and grass were also transported from the rear, and the generals from the logistics department and the grain escort officers who delivered the grain did not need to ask more questions.

Su Quandang actually rarely lived such a leisurely life, but this day was not so safe after the Battle of Shenxianling.

At this moment, Su Quandang, who was sleeping soundly, was dreaming again.

The scene in the dream is Shenxian Ridge again.

Surrounded by mountains, the lush fairy ridge.

There was no army behind him, so he walked alone on the official road outside the Shenxian Ridge, walking into the Shenxian Ridge.

Even though he was still a distance from Shenxian Ridge, suddenly, heavy fog filled the wilderness around him.

The fog is so thick, it looks like Su Quan gathering from all directions.

Until the official road in front of me became thick and I couldn't even look at it a few meters away, the fog did not continue to surge.

But there were many figures in the fog.

Some of them were wearing light armor, some were wearing cloth robes, some were sitting on horses, some were hanging dragon guns, some did not.

Some are neat, while others are bloody. Some are not even complete in their limbs, and some are even missing their heads.

Su Quandang stood there in a daze.

He found many familiar faces among the figures that rushed into front of him with the fog. Although he could not all call them, he knew that they were all soldiers in his army.

Some of them are the personal soldiers who are escorting him tightly.

They died outside this immortal ridge.

The crowd gradually separated.

Several figures walked slowly from the fog.

The man in front of him actually had no head. Following him were Du Yuhou of the Jiankang Military Region, Jiang Xiu, the chief commander of the Tianman Army, and others.

They are all dead.

When he arrived in front of Su Quandang, no one spoke, and just stared at Su Quandang directly.

I don't know how many people's eyes gathered on him.

Even those who have no heads or eyes, Su Quandang could feel it, and they were all looking at him.

He only opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He felt as if there was an endless resentment surrounding him. These soldiers who were silent were asking him when they would avenge them and when they would rest.

Su Quandang closed his eyes tightly and covered his ears hard.

The sound that seemed to be only recalling in my head did not dissipate because of this, and it was almost driven by it.

When I opened my eyes again, the fog was still there, and the figure finally disappeared.

I don’t know where Jiang Xiu and the others who died outside the Shenxian Ridge went. Su Quandang just felt in a daze, what else was calling him in the Shenxian Ridge?

In his dream, he was not awake and walked into the Shenxian Ridge in a daze.

After arriving in Shenxian Ridge, the situation he saw was even more miserable.

Tianying and Tianfu Army were wiped out here. Too many soldiers were beaten into sieves, and there were also many of them who were blown to pieces.

This is a bloody and miserable scene that is hard to describe in words.

These lonely souls didn't say anything, and just stared at Su Quandang directly.

Su Quandang didn't know how long he was stunned in the crowd, until... suddenly woke up from his sleep and sat up.

Su Quandang's face was covered in sweat, his clothes were covered in thick air, his eyes wide open, and his deep fear was left.

He was used to fighting, but those lonely souls, He Fangsong, Jin Hao, and Jiang Xiu, who had resentful eyes, were even more scary than the burly bones and bloody stomachs.

"Su Shuai, are you okay?"

The envoy from the Jiankang Security Department was also asleep in Su Quandang's tent, because Su Quandang's slight noise was awakened. Looking at Su Quandang, he asked.

This is not the first time he has seen Su Quandang wake up from his dream like this. In recent months, Su Quandang has been a common thing, and he almost always has nightmares.

Su Quandang swallowed, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, keep going..."

After saying that, he lay down again and covered himself with a quilt.

There was only a vague light of candlelight in the tent.

Although Su Quandang was lying down, his eyes were always open and he could no longer sleep. Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a strange light flashing in the candlelight.

He could not forget the scenes in his dreams. Now, as long as he closes his eyes, he feels that the fallen soldiers are standing by his bed. This makes him dare not close his eyes at all.

As a marshal, he should bear the greatest responsibility for the Battle of Shenxian Ridge. These soldiers died because of him.

At some point, Su Quandang suddenly stood up, lit up all the candlesticks in the tent, and walked to the sand table.

He stared at the sand table and narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes were concentrated on the small city representing Kaifeng Mansion on the sand table.

Yuanwuqi and the Yuan army in Songcheng were all stationed in Kaifeng Prefecture. Only by breaking Kaifeng Prefecture can the fallen soldiers rest in peace.
Chapter completed!