The queen mother wants to go against the sky: General, please take your seat

Chapter 795
If the atmosphere in the military tent in the severe winter is called depression, Qiu Yue's here is called despair.

All the generals were making the final preparations before the battle. In the tent of the Chinese army, only Eldest Prince Zhe accompanied Qiu Yue. At this time, any words of consolation were bullshit, so Eldest Zhe had no choice but to keep silent and stand aside, taking A cloth to wipe his sword.

Qiu Yue sat in a daze. His elder brother was a scholar, and his body was not strong. To think about the life and death of my brother.

Master Zhe polished his saber to a shine, looked up and saw that Qiu Yue was still in a daze, Master Zhe had no choice but to find something to say, he couldn't let Qiu Yue stay in a daze until the fifth watch. "Just now, Aqiu, you pretended to be pretty," said Mr. Zhe.

When facing the generals just now, Qiu Yue couldn't see any abnormalities at all, and even gave people the illusion that the person who was hanging on the tower of Huangsha Castle at this moment was not his elder brother.

Qiu Yue blinked and rubbed his stiff face.

Young Master Zhe said, "It's the third watch."

"Yes," General Qiu hummed in a low voice.

"We know the news about Brother Ling here, and Fusheng must know about it too," said Mr. Zhe, "I don't know where he will make any arrangements. You can arrange an army for us. The soldiers and horses went to Huangsha Castle, and rescued Brother Ling before Tiemu Pagoda threatened you with his life."

Qiu Yue looked at the tent door, his gaze became dull again.

Mr. Zhe said: "Don't be in a daze at this time, if you want to arrange it, hurry up, if it is a little later, even if you want to arrange it, you will not be able to arrange it."

Qiu Yue looked down at the handsome case in front of him again.

Mr. Zhe had the idea of ​​taking over this matter, but after thinking about it, he only took a look at the yellow sand castle from a distance. He didn't know what was going on in the yellow sand castle. The errand is not difficult, but it is too difficult for him to do it. "You sent that general of your Qiu family to do it?" Mr. Zhe suggested.

Qiu Yue put his hands on the wooden edge of the handsome case, and said: "No need, the war is important."

Young Master Zhe looked at Qiu Yue in surprise.

"The war is important," Qiu Yue repeated his own words.

"Have you made up your mind?" the eldest son Zhe asked.

"The barbarians have more troops than us," Qiu Yue said, "Even if Fusheng and I hit the Iron Wooden Tower by surprise, we are not fully sure that we will be able to take the Iron Wooden Tower. What if the Iron Wooden Tower escapes into the yellow sand In the fort, let him be in danger to defend, then it will be even more difficult for us to fight this battle, I don't have any extra soldiers to divide my troops."

Qiu Yue said this very calmly, he was very sad, just like what Yan Dongjin said, his heart was pierced at the moment, and he didn't know how to face his little nephew who was still looking forward to his father's return when he went back. Qiu Che, his brother suffered a lot, and he wanted to replace him with his body, but the reality is, let alone replace him with his body, he couldn't even send out an army to save his brother.

"Regardless of the outcome of this battle," Qiu Yue whispered to Mr. Zhe, "I will be a sinner." If something happened to Mo Sangqing, if something happened to his brother, he would have to bear the blame, wouldn't he?
Young Master Zhe has no way to comfort him, holding the saber in his hand, he feels helpless.

"Young Master, you don't have to stay with me here," Qiu Yue said to Young Master Zhe, "I'll be fine."

Young Master Zhe stood up, Qiu Yue had already made a decision to give up his brother's life, so he didn't have to stay here.

"I will not live up to Weichen's entrustment," Qiu Yue said earnestly to the eldest son.

"What are you talking about?" Young Master Zhe denied, "I am afraid that you will be sad, and I kindly accompany you, but you think I am watching you, afraid that you will be threatened by the Iron Wood Tower?"

Qiu Yue spread his hands and said, "Okay, it's my villainous heart."

Young Master Zhe pointed at Qiu Yue, and said with a smile: "Let's win the battle before us first, the lawsuit between you and me, and when Mo Weishen comes back, we will fight in front of him, you are a villain heart of."

Mr. Zhe walked out of the tent as he spoke, he didn't lift the curtain of the tent with his hands, but kicked it with his feet, lifted the curtain of the tent and walked out.

Qiu Yue watched as Mr. Zhe walked out of the tent of the Chinese army, untied the saber hanging from his waist, and drew the saber out of its sheath with a "choke", the blade reflected the candlelight, casting a light and shadow on Qiu Yue's handsome face.

If God could show mercy, looking at the countless blood-drinking swords, Young General Qiu thought in his heart, let his brother last a little longer, and let him save his brother's time.

At this moment, the white wax that had been burned to the end was burnt out and extinguished, the light source was lost, and the saber dimmed. Qiu Yue's heart sank suddenly. This is really not a good omen!

Young Master Zhe is standing in the open space of the Zhe family's military camp. Standing here, he can see the yellow sand castle on the high ground. The tower of the yellow sand castle is brightly lit at the moment, but Young Master Zhe can't see clearly the yellow sand castle. Qiu Luan, a barbarian hanging from a high pole.

"Eldest Young Master," Chen Shen took a bow and a quiver full of bows and arrows, and walked up to his Eldest Young Master.

Taking the longbow and quiver from Chen Shen's hand, Mr. Zhe asked casually, "Is everything ready?"

Chen Shen hurriedly nodded and said: "Ready, Eldest Young Master, General Zhou and the others are waiting for you in the tent, do you want to come in and meet them?"

Young Master Zhe glanced at Chen Shen.

Chen Shen immediately changed his words: "If the Eldest Young Master didn't order, then General Zhou and the others should be dispersed before the general."

"Are you nervous?" Young Master Zhe looked at Chen Shen and asked.

Chen Shen was stunned by his eldest son's question, why was he nervous?

"Well," the eldest son Zhe turned around and walked towards the tent, saying, "It seems that you are not nervous."

Chen Shen followed Eldest Prince Zhe, and whispered, "It's not the first time Wei Jiang has been on the battlefield. Eldest Lord, what should you be nervous about? It's horse racing in the yellow sand. It’s the same as running horses on the ground in Hexi, so the general will worry about this.”

The eldest son Zhe stopped.

The general of the Chen family shrank his neck and said, "The last general is not afraid, my lord."

Mr. Zhe said: "We are not a vanguard battalion. We don't need to contribute to the most difficult charge. You follow the Liaodong Army to kill the enemy. Isn't horse racing in the yellow sand easier than in the mountains? What are you thinking?"

Horse racing in the mountains is not easy, but they are used to it, and the mountains are hard. The yellow sand outside the Liaodong Pass is so soft that a horse's hoof can sink in. It is not that they have no brothers, because this man and the horse are trapped Been in the sand.Chen Shen and the rest of the Zhe family army had nothing else to worry about, but this was the only thing they worried about. They couldn't run well, so why would they kill them?
"You guys, ah," said Mr. Zhe with his hands on his hips, angrily said, "Is there a lot of sand that a horse can sink into? It's only in the quicksand. Did the Liaodong army go to the quicksand to seek death? If you follow the Liaodong Army, if you can get stuck in the sand again, you deserve it! How can you think like this one by one? Then it’s not too good to be a soldier and pay for it? Go to the troupe and write plays.”

(End of this chapter)