Chapter 451

General Xi Lang, as for Da Ning, our Da Ning's royal family, soldiers, and civilians will surely welcome with open arms.

The lord of Xijiang, you cannot do it; the lord of Da Ning, I, Kang Zhi Chun, can still do it.

Xi Lang gave a light laugh; before the battle, in the confrontation, they of Xijiang suffered a thorough defeat for the first time.

They didn't even see Jiang Fengsheng, nor even a single Vice General; just this one girl, and they lost!

Before the battle, they already declined.

"What a clever mouth." The black-robed person gave a cold snort; his voice sounded strange, as if it didn't come from his mouth.

"Thanks for the praise; I'll try harder next time."

Kang Zhi Chun laughed heartily; the gentle girl put down the strange thing, and after saying those eight words, she even shook her hand.

Seeing this, the people of Xijiang felt a surge of anger but could not vent it.

No matter what is said, at this time it seems to have fallen into a disadvantage.

"General Xi Lang." The Vice Generals beside him looked at Xi Lang one by one.

Xi Lang spread his hands and said, "I said, no need to call for a siege; it was your discussion. Now morale is damaged, don't drag me into it."

Playing small tricks leads to big losses.

Even if the siege call succeeds, what then?

Jiang Fengsheng, taking her father's place on the battlefield; even though she is a woman, I still admire her. She is a Xijiang person; she cannot choose her country, nor her origin.

But his admiration knows no borders.

Just as he has always admired that man who disappeared three years ago, but he knows he didn't die—how could such a stunningly talented young general die?

If he died, how much joy would this world lose? And what is the direction of his efforts?

The wizard gave a cold chuckle, his voice hoarse with a strange rhythm: "General Xi Lang, don't forget, the king has issued an edict, the divine command of the Witch God..."

"Wizard, don't forget, I, Xi Lang, have never believed in heaven, nor earth, and even less in the Witch God." Xi Lang sat on his tall horse, looking at the wizard standing below: "I, Xi Lang, believe only in myself."

"Where are the people of the Northern Rong and Southern Man?" He looked toward the people on one side.

Calling for a siege is no disgrace; losing doesn't matter. Once the Northern Rong and Southern Man people arrive, morale will naturally rise.

All he needs is to wait!

Keep waiting.

Kang Zhi Chun came down from the city wall, complexion not looking good.

"My opinion is that Xijiang may have a hidden move, especially Xi Lang, as the commander of a state, he is too calm."

"Morale, as the Dean said, one push makes vigor, then it wanes, then it exhausts."

But he doesn't care at all.

Kang Zhi Chun gave an opinion; in the room now, besides a few kids, there are Jiang Fengsheng and General Jiang.

Only a few people know that the general is not dead.

But most people think he is dead, and he has also changed his appearance, taking on another identity.

"Something is very off." Ning Hanmo and Kang Wu exchanged a glance; in both of their eyes, a hint of thought flickered.

But what could the hidden move be?

"The Northern Rong and Southern Man?"

At this moment, the four people could be said to speak with one voice.

Ning Hanmo, Kang Wu, Ning Qiancheng, and Kang Nai Xin.

After the four of them spoke, they glanced at each other; the outcome was already decided.

The troops of Xijiang that were supposed to come have arrived; the reinforcements from the Da Ning court have also arrived.

But the scouts of Xijiang should have already sent back the situation; yet it remains the same, which can only mean they have an even greater hidden move.

Not caring about morale shows that General Xi Lang has enough confidence; the hidden move can mobilize Xijiang's morale.

Besides support, they cannot find any other reason.

So...

The brows of several kids furrowed: "This battle won't be easy to fight."

Kang Ziwei and Jiang Yun Chu were not in the room; they had already gone to the medical tent, continuously preparing—preparing medicines, preparing supplies, preparing everything that could be prepared in advance.

In the room, Jiang Fengsheng and General Jiang exchanged a glance: "What do you think?"

On the large table in the middle of the room was a huge sand table, showing the troop positions of various countries.

"If only we could contact the Wang Fu army and the Jiang family army." Ning Hanmo sighed, thinking of other possibilities.

Now that the enemy is at the city gates, wanting to contact is already too late.

General Jiang gave a light cough, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The Princess Consort's choice was correct; letting them stay was also correct.

Although they are young, they can grow in blood and in human lives; discussing war on paper is ultimately shallow.

Can we still muster a unit of troops?

No, we need three squads. Kang Wu shook his head, carefully calculating; at least three squads of people are needed.

Jiang Fengsheng showed no emotional change to the recent siege call; she is a woman, she is the daughter of the Jiang family, growing up hearing all kinds of unpleasant siege calls.

But when the eldest daughter went up onto the city wall, the dynamic of the siege call changed; this shift made her feel as if she were realizing for the first time that her children had already changed, though she had never noticed before.

This time, she wanted to hear the children's opinions: "What plans do you have?"

Yun chu had said, there is a hidden move.

The preparations they should have made are already done; all that is needed is to wait.

Whether the kids are right or wrong, it's all part of their growing process.

A unit of troops is stuck here.

The second team is stuck here.

The third team is stuck here.

At that moment, Kang Wu took out three small flags and stuck them into three spots, 'Do you still remember? The Dean said before, to fight many with few, you cannot force a clash—there is only one way.'

When Kang Wu said that, the remaining ten people, except those who had already thought of it, all had their eyes light up—'Guerrilla warfare!'

'Exactly, guerrilla warfare!'

'The enemy comes...' Kang Wu said with a smile.

'When the enemy comes, I run; when the enemy leaves, I attack; when the enemy rests, I harass; when the enemy guards, I rest.' Everyone said in unison, though their voices were not loud, but they all clearly remembered.

Originally, when they had just enrolled, when the Dean told them stories, many things had already been stuffed into their minds, forming a strong memory.

When they need it, this memory will automatically revive.

'Guerrilla warfare?' General Jiang listened to the name, listened to their following words, his eyes grew even more fervent.

'Good, good, good.'

The three 'good' words represented the old general's somewhat excited feeling.

'Keep talking!' Jiang Fengsheng looked at the few children, his eyes suddenly brightened.

This side, one team, the leader is me and Kang Wen, plus Zhiqiu.

This side, one team, the leader is Ning the eldest and Jia Chuan, plus Zhang Cunwen.

This side, one team, the leader is Nai Xin and Brother Zhi Xia, plus Han Wen Jun.