I have a role in the heavens

The generals of Yuzhou immediately bowed and raised their hands, and replied in unison.

"The general will not dare!"

Li Zhan then took back the Emperor's Sword with a cold expression, looked at General Xiao Duan fiercely, and said sternly.

"Do you think I am easier to talk to than Han Qi, and you dare to be so domineering in front of me? Believe it or not, I will behead you, and no civil and military officials in the court will stand up for you!"

Although Han Qi's execution of Jiao Yong chilled the generals' hearts, it has to be said that it did establish the status of a noble man and a weak man, making the civil servants' family dominate, and completely suppressed the prestige of the generals.

General Xiao Duan's face turned pale, and he took two steps back in fear. Then he woke up and felt that he was very embarrassed by his behavior. His blood suddenly surged, his face turned red, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Gu Tingye quickly stopped in front of Li Zhan, tried to smooth things over and eased the awkward atmosphere, and said.

"Ziqing, why bother arguing with Xiao Duan? He is just caring and confused. He is worried about the safety of the official family. He is not deliberately provoking you!"

Li Zhan glanced at General Xiao Duan, slowly took back the Emperor's Sword, ignored the generals, and said to Gu Tingye.

"If you take away your troops and horses, you should be able to gather an army of 150,000!"

Gu Tingye nodded and said to the Yuzhou generals.

"Everyone, gather your troops and horses. We will immediately withdraw our troops and return to Beijing. An army of 150,000 is enough for us to suppress the chaos!"

The British Duke nodded and waved for them to mobilize their troops. Once the troops and horses were mobilized, they could set off back to Beijing.

Li Zhan watched the British father-in-law wink at him, nodded clearly, and gave instructions to Zhang Ying.

"Zhang Ying, pack up the camp, march the army, and go straight to Xingqing Fucheng, the capital of Xixia!"

Zhang Ying glanced at her father and Li Zhan, bowed, nodded, and responded loudly.

"I will obey your orders!"

Li Zhan nodded, then turned around and entered the Chinese army's tent, followed closely by the British Duke.

The two sat separately, and the British father stared at Li Zhan solemnly, admonishing with some worry.

"Prime Minister, you are acting a little recklessly today!"

Li Zhan nodded and replied to the British father with a kind face.

"Of course I know that what happened today will definitely plant a nail in the official's heart!"

The British father looked at Li Zhan in confusion and asked in confusion.

"Since the Prime Minister knows this, why do you still do this? Aren't you afraid that the officials will be jealous and remove you in the future?"

Li Zhan stood up and walked towards the camp door. He looked at the soldiers who were busy outside, his expression full of vicissitudes, and he said in a low voice.

"Of course I know that now the officials have to appoint me as the commander in order to plot against the empress. It is a God-given opportunity to let me go out of the capital. If I don't take this opportunity to destroy Xixia in one battle, I am afraid that it will be a disaster during the official's reign. , I can hardly take command and go on an expedition, I can only be trapped in Bianjing City!"

The British public was silent. As the leader of Bianjing's nobles, he naturally knew that the officials were afraid of Li Zhan and did not want him to lead troops in battle and make military exploits again, Youyou said.

"The Prime Minister should know that if you really succeed in this battle, the officials will not be too afraid to act rashly, but if you lose troops and generals and fail to conquer Xixia, I am afraid you will really be demoted!"

The British Duke said that in fact, if he were any military general, he would probably be killed, but Li Zhan is a civil servant, and he is even more valued as the prime minister. Even if he makes a mistake, he will at most be demoted from the capital and serve in a remote area in the south, which is not a problem. Life is in danger.

Li Zhan smiled freely, his eyes were full of clarity, and he said confidently without any worry or hesitation.

"I will definitely succeed in this battle, destroy Xixia, and even cripple Daliao!"

When the British Duke heard this, he felt excited and said.

"Since the prime minister is determined to win, he will naturally be safe and sound when he returns to the capital in the future, and even the officials will have to reward him more!"

Li Zhan shook his head, his expression a little heavy, and said warmly.

"Mr. British, these are not what I want. I just don't want unspeakable and unbearable tragedies to happen in the future!"

The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved, and the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Even the history of the Song Dynasty did not dare to record such tragic events in detail, and the words were unclear, which shows how tragic it was.

Li Zhan looked back at the British Duke, with indomitable determination and desperate measures in his eyes. He stood up and walked out of the tent and recited aloud.

"This dynasty has been famous for thousands of years, but there are no articles in the vast history. A body of loyalty has been buried in a withered grave, and the blood of several generations of heroes has been spilled on the frontier. I only hate the treacherous dynasty and selfish parties, and the faint-hearted monarch mistakenly loyal to the good. But every time the war smoke rises in the border areas, and Throw away old grudges and pick up swords and guns.”

When the British duke listened to this poem, he thought of the struggle for power between the eldest lady and the officials, of the officials' fear and exclusion of Li Zhan, and of Li Zhan's desire to serve the country. He suddenly became solemn, stood up, and faced Li Zhan's back bowed and he said in a deep voice.

"The last general wishes the Prime Minister to succeed immediately and destroy Xia in one battle!"

Li Zhan looked at the assembled army and said.

"Today I bestow upon you a military name with no regrets. You will fight without regrets in a hundred battles. You will march forward indomitably. If we do not defeat Xixia in this battle, we will never return to the army!"

"I will never return to the army until I defeat Xixia!"

Li Zhan looked at the entire army, waved his sword forward, and shouted.

"The army sets off!"

The camp gate opened, and the army poured out like a tide, heading towards Xingqing Mansion. The evil spirit was shocking and tragic.

The generals of Yuzhou looked at the army of the Northern Expedition with envy on their faces. They were also military generals, so they naturally yearned for this kind of Northern Expedition to Xixia and regaining their homeland.

"My man, why don't you take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Guanshan? Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, like a scholar with ten thousand households?"

"The snow-capped mountains are covered by long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city overlooks Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken."

"At the time of the Qin Dynasty, there was a bright moon and at the time of the Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles away have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and they will not teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains."

Gu Tingye also had a serious education and passed the scientific examination. He also had the ambition to regain his homeland. A poem flashed in his heart, and his heart was surging. He wished he could take off his armor at this time and run to the Wuhui Army to be a big-headed soldier. , even if you die on the battlefield, you will have absolutely no regrets.

Gu Tingye looked at the advancing army with envy, thinking that the officials were still waiting for him to return to Beijing to protect them and quell the rebellion. Naturally, he could not be willful and impulsive. He suddenly felt that what he was doing was meaningless, and he was just a gangster fighting for power and profit. With cold teeth, he finally understood what Li Zhan had been feeling all along, and finally understood why Li Zhan was unwilling to get involved in the fight between the eldest lady and the officials. Compared with launching an expedition to the north and regaining his homeland, it was so boring and narrow-minded.

The British Duke had also left the camp at this time, silently blessing the day when the Wu Regret Army returned triumphantly. He felt proud of his son Zhang Ying's choice, patted the envious Gu Tingye, and encouraged him.

"The Wu Regret Army has their mission, and we have our own mission. It's time to set off. The officials are still waiting for news about us!"

Gu Tingye nodded and silently got on his horse, his head still looking towards the north.