I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

"Military Advisor, you are not kidding me, are you?"

Ning Fei said in disbelief.

Qingzhu smiled calmly: "Of course not. Although Nanliang is our enemy, they are also human beings. And from the fact that they did not attack recklessly, we can tell that they are normal people who can communicate, not guys who have lost their minds."

"Since we are human, we have desires. Why can't we negotiate?"

"And according to the secret reports we intercepted not long ago, the Southern Liang Dynasty is reluctant to withdraw its troops. Isn't it because they are taking advantage of the remnants of the previous dynasty? If others can negotiate, then we can too."

Ning Fei pondered for a while, still somewhat unconvinced, and said, "Military Advisor, but I heard that the remnants of the previous dynasty promised Nanliang three states."

"Only if they were willing to continue holding us here would they benefit from this. However, I simply cannot do something that will be recorded in history books and cursed after my death."

This is a land of three states. Ning Fei really couldn’t imagine how Prince Zhao dared to do this!

Even if we take a step back and say that he really restored his country in the future, would he really have to give the three states to Southern Liang?

If he really gave in, even if he successfully restored his country hundreds of years later, he would still be criticized by future generations.

"No need, we can do this..." Qingzhu whispered in Ning Fei's ear.

After a moment, Ning Fei gave Qingzhu a thumbs up with an expression that said, "This is also possible."

"Military Advisor, after my death, I don't know how history books will record me, but you will undoubtedly be listed among the poisonous scholars."

Qingzhu smiled helplessly: "Who cares about what happens after death? Live happily every day."

"Okay, I'll go down and arrange it right away!"

Ning Fei said something and quickly walked out of the tent.

Qingzhu slowly stood up and walked to the big desk, silently staring at the chess pieces on the chessboard. The black and white sides were fighting extremely fiercely in one corner.

He picked up a chess piece calmly and placed it on Tianyuan without hesitation.

"Haha, after all, those who plant trees will enjoy the shade."

……

Yunzhou border.

Caiyun City is always shrouded in a mood of despair. Three months have passed since the last war, and now, spring has arrived again.

The bloody battle in Chenliu and the sudden arrival of Mu Songfeng caught the Zhao army off guard, and the situation can be described as a complete defeat.

Out of an army of nearly 300,000, only a little over 100,000 finally fled back to Caiyun City in a panic, where they held their ground and refused to leave.

In the Caiyun City Lord's Mansion, Prince Zhao sat in front of the table with disheveled hair, and a feng shui map was placed in front of him.

Kongwang, who had narrowly escaped death in the last war, walked in with his head lowered.

"Your Highness, please eat something. You haven't had anything to eat or drink for two days."

Prince Zhao slowly raised his head, looked at Kong Wang with his empty eyes, and shook his head: "No appetite."

"Your Highness, this is not your fault." Kongwang said in a hoarse voice.

"Mu Songfeng's appearance was too sudden, so even if he failed, it's understandable. Besides, Caiyun City is still in our hands, so there's still hope."

"Hahaha!"

Prince Zhao burst into self-deprecating laughter for no apparent reason.

"A turnaround? Haha, what other turnaround could there be?"

"We have 300,000 soldiers and horses, but there are only 100,000 soldiers in Caiyun City. Outside the city, there are enemies several times our number. We have no chance of winning..."

"Your Highness, we can still defend Caiyun City!" Kongwang said quickly.

Prince Zhao lowered his head and said weakly, "Holding on is a nice thing to say, but it's nothing more than being confined like cattle and sheep."

"How long can the granaries in Caiyun City hold out? I'm afraid it's only six months at most. After that, we'll all be lambs to the slaughter."

Kong Wang was silent for a long time, then pointed to Yezhou City on the Fengshui Mountain and said, "Your Highness, half a month ago, I sent a secret letter to Jiazi and Yichou who were stationed here."

"I think they should arrive in the next two days. Please be prepared, Your Highness."

The scattered eyes of Prince Zhao gradually gathered some light. He stood up with both hands supporting the desk and said with difficulty:

"You, you asked Jiazi and the others to abandon Yezhou City and come to support us?"

Kongwang nodded silently.

"Ahhh!" Prince Zhao came to Kongwang like a madman and grabbed his clothes.

"Who told you to do this? Who told you to do this?"

"Now that Yezhou City is lost, we no longer have any hope of turning the tables! Why did you do this?!"

Compared to the madness of Prince Zhao, the expression on Kongwang's face seemed much calmer.

"Your Highness, if we continue to hold out here, it's only a matter of time before Caiyun City is breached, and Yezhou City will be undefendable as well."

"We already have no hope. When Jiazi and Yichou arrive, I will rashly deploy 50,000 troops to the South Gate to cooperate with Jiazi and the others. Your Highness, please pay attention to the defenders at the gate and wait for the opportunity to lead the remaining troops to break through."

Kongwang said this, stood up and walked to the big desk, picked up the brush on the table, and drew a circle in the western part of Yunzhou.

"Your Highness, you only need to run all the way here, into the mountains, and straight to the grasslands, and you will be safe and sound."

Prince Zhao stared at Kong Wang blankly: "So, what about you guys?"

"Won't you break out with me?"

Kongwang calmly put the brush in his hand back to its original place, put his hands behind his back, and then slowly spoke.

"Your Highness, I once watched people fishing by a pond. If the fishermen could catch several large fish in one net, they would go home happily."

"But if the opposite happens, all they catch are small fish and shrimp. Some frustrated fishermen will even dig a hole to release the water and catch all the fish."

After saying this, Kongwang no longer cared about Prince Zhao and walked straight out the door.

Just as he was about to step out of the room, Kongwang's hoarse voice sounded again.

"Jun Xuan, perhaps the Zhao family's destiny has truly come to an end. You don't need to be obsessed with restoring the country in this lifetime."

"What?!" Prince Zhao stared blankly at Kong Wang, Jun Xuan...

He hadn't heard these two words for a long time, but it didn't matter. Kongwang actually said not to let him restore his country?

You must know that the one who was most obsessed with restoring the country was none other than his uncle, wasn't he?

Kong Wang turned his head and glanced at Prince Zhao, his expression complicated, and said in a low voice:

"It was my generation's incompetence that led to our loss of power, and now we have to embarrass a younger generation, haha!"

"Leave here and live well."

After finishing his words, Kong Wang never looked back, leaving only a resolute back to Prince Zhao.

Prince Zhao, or perhaps he should be called Zhao Junxuan, walked out of the room step by step, watching Kongwang's departing back until he disappeared.

Should I seek life or death?

Zhao Junxuan couldn't understand it. Just as his father had taught him that he must destroy the Daduan and take back half of the country's territory in the future, he still couldn't understand it.

What else does war bring besides the casualties of soldiers and the destruction of cities?

Perhaps someone can use this opportunity to achieve success and fame.

But behind the scenes, one general's success is achieved at the cost of countless lives. This wealth and glory is achieved at the cost of countless lives.

Can you really feel at peace while enjoying all this?

But that time, when he expressed his thoughts, his father, who had always loved him very much, slapped him in anger and told him.

Since ancient times, unifying the world and becoming a king has always been the ambition of every man.

After his father left, Zhao Junxuan got up from the ground, rubbing his red and swollen face. He understood that the meaning of his existence was for the Zhao Dynasty.

But now, the belief that has always supported him to move forward has collapsed silently.