Lu Bu's Ambition

Chapter 1069

Half a month had passed since the city of Xiangyang was destroyed, and outside the Yiling camp there was no sign of Lu Jun's massive troop mobilization.

Liu Bian in the handsome camp stared at the sand table in front of him, but Liu Bowen in the tent sighed softly, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out a few small flags on the sand table, and replaced them with black flags with the word "Lu".

"How many cities did Lu Jun go to today?"

A hoarse and depressing voice echoed in the tent, Liu Bowen shook his head darkly and sighed: "Nearly half of Jingzhou's territory has fallen. After all, the morale of our newly defeated army is at a disadvantage."

downwind!After hearing these two words, Liu Bian stared ferociously at Liu Bowen and said with a hideous smile, "It's time to welcome Lu Jun into the city!"

At this time, Liu Bian slammed the desk angrily, and said angrily, "Gu is not dead yet! These people can't wait to surrender!"

"My lord, most of the fallen cities were guarded by the Shu army, and the cities guarded by the king's command were almost all fought to the end."

Listening to Liu Bowen's words, Liu Bian even laughed angrily and said: "Yes, all the soldiers under Gu's command are good men, but what about the Shu army!"

At this moment, Liu Bian couldn't bear the anger in his heart, pointed directly at Liu Bowen and said in a deep voice: "These generals in the city were all threatened by Lu Bu, and I made it clear to Liu Bei, I don't want to see turmoil in the three armies."

promise!
In the prosperous land of Jingzhou on the sand table, nearly half of the territory has been planted with a small black Lu character flag, which is so dazzling and ironic in Liu Bian's eyes.

The real decisive battle has not yet begun, and Jingzhou has lost nearly half of it after only a few major defeats.

Xiangyang City!
Standing on the top of the city, Lv Bu admired the scenery of Xiangyang City against the breeze, pointed at the dilapidated city and laughed loudly: "Five years! It only takes five years to restore this place to its former prosperity. occasion."

Facing the high-spirited momentum of their king, all the generals showed confident smiles one by one.

"Your Majesty Shengming."

"It's not just Jingzhou. After five years, Central Shu and Jiangdong will live and work in peace and contentment under the King's rule."

"That's right, Liu Bian and Liu Bei are just grasshoppers after autumn."

The generals flattered each other, but Lu Bu, who was usually full of disdain for all this, couldn't help showing a heroic smile from the joy in his heart.

"Okay, it's almost time to stop, it's time to go to Yiling to meet Xiagu's opponent."

Under the setting sun, Lu Bu chuckled passionately. The Xiangyang City in front of him was just the beginning, and what awaited him were the scenery of Xishu and Jiangdong.

Jingzhou Xiangyang fell, and the momentum of Lu Bu leading an army of millions to sweep the land of Jingzhou had spread throughout the world, and everyone in the world exclaimed and sighed with emotion.

The situation in the world has gradually tilted towards Lu Bu. This is already a matter of course. Unless Liu Bei and Liu Bian can launch a desperate counterattack and fight a brilliant battle that can be recorded in history, they will have a chance to fight the world again.

As the turmoil intensified, the turmoil reached the border of central Sichuan in the first place.

Chengdu!

With successive disastrous defeats on the Jingzhou battlefield, Hou Nanman Menghuo attacked the Shu region, and then the five tiger generals Ma Chao rebelled and defected to Lu. One after another, bad news came one after another, causing panic among the people in Shu.

The five tiger generals who used to be proud of in the middle of Shu are now only Guan Yu and Luo Cheng. Zhang Fei and Qu Yi died in battle one after another. big.

"What are you waiting for, Your Majesty? The Jingzhou front has already been defeated. If we continue to fight, it will cost the future of the soldiers in Shuzhong."

"That's right, the Nanman army is in chaos, can it be said that Jingzhou is as good as going to Shuzhong?"

In a majestic mansion, a group of officials from aristocratic families gathered together, arguing about the current affairs one by one.

Everyone present here at this time is considered to be a wealthy family with a reputation in Sichuan. Even though they are rarely seen at ordinary times, they have been getting together frequently during this period of time.

The continuous defeat on the front line had already made them full of panic, and the news of the Nanman army's rebellion immediately made them even more unbearable.

Many of them showed dissatisfaction, slapped the table angrily and kept yelling, "The king must withdraw his troops. Even if we want to start a war with Lu Bu, we must have a chance to breathe."

"Resist the outside world first, and now the homeland is restless, and the army really shouldn't be wasted in the land of Jingzhou."

Most people think that at this time Liu Bei should lead the army back to Shu, first pacify the rebellious Nanman, and then recuperate before going to war with Lu Bu.

There were also people who glared at this group of people with dissatisfaction and said angrily: "What do you know? If you withdraw your troops now, then Jingzhou will hand over to Lu Bu. At that time, no one in the world can defeat Lu Bu."

"Jingzhou is not worth it, but who can guarantee that after the king withdraws his troops, Lu Bu will not be able to fight in Shuzhong."

"Hmph! I'm afraid that before the battle in Jingzhou is decided, we will be in chaos in Sichuan."

You say what you say and I say that the public is right and the woman is right, but the people from the noble family are no less noisy than shrews.

Among them, several young people shook their heads and sighed helplessly as they watched the dispute in the lobby.

But one of them looked a bit ugly, and the short stature watched the group of people quarreling with a sneer, drinking wine by himself casually.

"Xiaozhi, do you think the king still has a chance to win?"

Seeing the question from this short-faced and even ugly-faced person, the elegant-looking Fazheng shook his head and said softly: "The odds of winning are at most [-] to [-]%, but if the King of Wu and the King join forces to fight against Lu, we can save it." Half of Jingzhou has a [-]% chance."

The ugly middle-aged man in front of him was his friend Zhang Song, but Zhang Song smiled mockingly after hearing his friend Fazheng's thoughts.

The wine bottle in his hand was swaying slowly, but Zhang Song quietly looked at the wine in the bottle, and said in a low voice: "Yes, if the King of Wu can sincerely join hands with the King, there is still a great chance of overcoming this war. After all, Lu Bu sent millions of troops, and the years of battles cost a lot of money."

"But so what, not this year, what about next year? What about the year after? What if the Jingzhou battlefield can't be replaced by the Sichuan battlefield?"

"How many of the five tiger generals in Sichuan can support this banner, and how many soldiers in Sichuan can go to the battlefield."

Seeing Zhang Song's self-deprecating smile, Fazheng was silent for a while and finally sighed helplessly, yes, even if this battle is deadlocked, so what if it wins.

Lu Bu’s family’s great fortune has been exhausted, but according to reports from the front, more than half of their army in central Sichuan has suffered casualties. Don’t say that it’s the next year, even if you give central Sichuan five years of training, they may not be able to mobilize another 50 troops. army.

This is a gap in background, but for Lu Bu, the loss of 50 troops would certainly hurt his muscles and bones, but with his background, he could easily mobilize another 50 troops from under his rule with a wave of his hands.

This is a natural gap!

Looking at the silent Fazheng, Zhang Song drank the wine in the bottle slowly, stared at his friend and said word by word: "Xiao Zhi, I'm going to Yangping Pass tomorrow."

what!
Fazheng, who suddenly heard the news, was full of surprise, but Zhang Song smiled lightly, "I can't help it, there is not much food in Hanzhong, and the frontline morale is low and people need to go."

And this so-called person is a noble family in Sichuan, so as to appease the morale of the army.

But Fazheng frowned slightly after hearing this, and seeing Zhang Song's half-smile expression, he seemed to see something different.

"Tonight, I will wait for Xiaozhi to have a drink in the mansion."

Seeing Fazheng frowning, Zhang Song squinted his eyes and spit out a few words softly, then stopped talking about these things, and instead looked seriously at the dispute in the lobby.

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