The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

General Hua, before he even sat down on the edge of the couch, was called over by the general stationed on the border.

"General Mu, we've been marching non-stop for 20 days, but we've only managed to get here in 14. Could you at least give our brothers a few days to recuperate?"

"Lao Hua, I just asked you to come over to discuss the battle situation at the front. I didn't ask you, an old idiot, to charge into battle right now. What are you yelling about?"

General Mu was wearing a suit of armor, without any underwear underneath, and his hair was very white.

But the two exposed arms were still very strong, and he didn't look like an old man over fifty years old.

He had narrow eyes with a cunning gleam, a long face with a pointed chin, and at first glance he was a scholar-soldier who was an expert in commanding troops.

"Then why are you yelling at me again? Lao Mu, are you too old to do anything? Just a few Tibetans beat you up, and you kept calling for help!"

As soon as General Hua said this, the sand table that had just been built for the battle command was shattered into half by General Mu's slap.

"Old? How about we compete? Let's see who's more vigorous and healthy."

"Competition? Fine! This place isn't spacious enough, let's go outside."

Two old men, who were over a hundred years old in total, stood face to face on the loess slope. The wind and sand swept through and their figures were hidden in it.

General Hua held the Zhenweilong Spear, which was 58 feet long, weighed pounds, and had an extremely sharp blade.

General Mu held a large wooden sword in his hand. The sword was ten feet long and weighed 60 pounds. The blade was thin and sharp.

It would be difficult for ordinary people to lift it, but those two old guys did it as if it was a game, their moves were smooth and clean without any delay!

The two men raised their knives and guns at the same time and attacked with all their might, but just when the muzzles of the guns and knives were about to draw blood, they retracted them.

"Urgent news from the front! General."

A scout who was delivering military intelligence knelt on one knee on the ground with his hands clasped together, and reported with a panicked look and uneven breathing.

Seeing the two old generals stopped, he stood up, took out a gray-yellow mailbox from his waist and handed it to General Mu.

I opened the mailbox and took out the letter inside and read:

The Tubo King has ordered his eldest and third sons to lead an army of 10 to attack Sucheng. The army has assembled and stationed in an oasis miles away from Xingxiu, and will soon lead the troops to the city.

"In the past, they only engaged in minor skirmishes, occasionally sending a small group to feint an attack. This time, I'm afraid Tubo will mobilize the entire nation to capture the city."

General Mu couldn't help but sigh after he finished speaking, feeling worried...

"The vanguard that came to fight us two days ago actually caused us to lose over a thousand men. Fortunately, we had the protection of the stone forest in front of our gate. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lived to see you, an old man..."

"They have a small territory and few resources, and they have been eyeing us covetously for more than a year or two. This war is inevitable, but it's a pity that the people of this world have to suffer the pain of war again!"

General Hua strode up to him with his gun in hand, and patted his shoulder vigorously with a serious expression.

"We must quickly deploy a more comprehensive plan and not give up even a single step. If we take Sucheng, we will have nowhere to defend all the way north."

The two old men threw their weapons to the soldiers guarding nearby and returned to the room where they were commanding the battle.

The gun and the knife were carried into the armory by several people.

The sand table had already been restored to its original appearance by the military soldiers who were skillful and familiar with every tree and blade of grass.

“Rainfall is scarce here year-round, but water is an essential necessity for survival.”

"Yes, we must send someone to monitor the water supply lines between Xingxiu and Rixiu."

"The terrain outside Xingxiu City is mostly sandstone. There are many small rocky hills where we can set up ambushes in advance and reduce the possibility of a head-on conflict. After all, the disparity in numbers is too great!"

"We can only take it one step at a time. After all, they are brave and good at fighting, and have lived in the heart of the desert for many years. Their adaptability should be stronger than that of the Weihua Army!"

...............

They discussed back and forth until late at night without realizing it. Outside, the cold wind and sand were whistling, and the temperature dropped to below zero.

Hua Ye wore a veil that covered herself tightly, revealing only her two beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Her skin, without any makeup, looked a little dry.

She sat on a sandy rock outside the cave, and no matter how fierce the wind and sand were, she sat there motionless, looking up at the sky.

There is a ray of light in the dark and sandy wind.

"You will all make it to Kyoto alive and well!"

"Miss, it's so windy and dusty outside, why are you sitting here? Come in, it's much warmer inside!"

Jianwu opened the door of the cave and closed it immediately, fearing that wind and sand would blow in. She wrapped herself tightly and looked up and shouted.

"I'll be right down!"

Hua Ye brushed off the sand and gravel on his body, then flew down and into the house.

"Miss, I've prepared hot water and a menstrual belt for you. Go to bed early!"

Jianwu placed the hot water in the copper basin on the edge of the kang and went out.

"According to my calculations, the day after tomorrow should be the first time the Tibetan army will lead their troops to attack the city. We'll make it in time this time! Xingxiu shouldn't be lost..."