The Conqueror Isn’t Alone

Seeing that his wise brother was not very interested, Han Xin thought it was because the carriage and horses were tired and exhausted from the attack.

So he stopped talking and did not let him continue to talk. Instead, he personally sent him to a vacant hall in the city to let Lu Bu rest first.

Lu Bu was always in a state of despair, so he simply let this cheap man misunderstand him. After bathing and changing clothes, he lay down on the soft bed that he hadn't seen for a long time and let his mind drift away.

It was just that it took too much energy to use his brain, and his body was tired from military service. He thought about it, but he couldn't come up with a reason, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep with a heavy heart.

When I woke up, it was already midnight.

Lu Bu sat up in a daze. He didn't know where he was for a while, but the person outside the curtain, holding a lamp and reading at night, had caught the slightest movement of him getting up.

Han Xin did not hesitate to leave the map that had just made him fascinated and thinking hard.

He turned around, took a few steps, and lifted the curtain neatly.

The bright candlelight rushed into the couch, dazzling Lu Bu's still narrowed eyes.

"Brother Xian, are you awake?"

Han Xin was preoccupied with deploying his troops and marching to fight. He was willing to understand the hard work of his virtuous brother. It was rare for him to lie on the bed for a long time. He didn't care that his virtuous brother didn't wake up very much and was still suffering from sluggishness. The state of mosquito-repellent incense eyes?

Lu Bu had always been the one to pull him hard, but this time it was Han Xin's turn who was in high spirits and used his magical power to forcefully pull the big man to the low table. He looked at the map with dim ink marks and illegible handwriting. Gestures eagerly.

Lu Bu's expression was solemn, and he seemed to be listening attentively, nodding his head in agreement from time to time...but in fact, his eyes were distracted, and he was not awake at all.

It wasn't until Han Xin talked about the skill of half a cup of tea that he quietly came back to his senses.

Everyone in the Chu army was so weird.

Lu Bu moved his butt uncomfortably and secretly cursed: Otherwise, why would that idiot, old man Fan, the sinister Chen Fox, or even Han Xin, the military immortal who knows best about his bad mind, prefer to grab him? Talking eloquently?

Fortunately, Han Xin was okay, as long as he pretended to listen and occasionally nodded perfunctorily.

It's not like that fool who always forces him to make suggestions and makes him rack his brains.

Seeing how well this cheap guy treated him, even though Lu Bu was aroused by these words, he still reluctantly continued to show the serious expression he had when he fooled Chen Gongtai, and listened attentively.

When Han Xin, who was usually taciturn but eloquent when discussing strategies, finally began to summarize what he had just said, Lu Bu, who had missed most of it, struggled to follow.

Suddenly catching some key information, his ears twitched and he wondered: "Why go to the plains?"

Xiang Yu divided his troops into three groups, and the main force and elites of the two groups went to Zhao. Why should they join in the fun?

Han Xin was slightly startled and explained: "This is the king's edict."

Although the next step of instructions has not yet arrived, King Xiang's intention of ordering him to capture Chaoge as soon as possible must not be to join the main attack, or to go west to sweep away Luoyang.

He was ordered to stay where he was, which was obviously the latter.

Lu Bu shook his head. He didn't even glance at the map. He just dragged the sand table out from under the low table. Seeing that it was densely arranged, he couldn't help but glance at Han Xin first.

Han Xin nodded without hesitation, and he unceremoniously wiped out the "chaos" and calmly rearranged it according to his own ideas.

Although he is not good at using his hands, and he suffers a lot from those scheming bastards, he can be said to be first-rate in fighting alone or in formation.

Moreover, in my previous life, I had been working hard, galloping on the battlefield, and personally experiencing battles for more than 20 years. The experience and lessons were unforgettable. How could I forget them all in less than a year?

He didn't dare to talk about the South Vietnam and Bashu areas, but he had already "touched" the terrain of this Central Plains area thoroughly and was very familiar with it.

No matter how diligently the emperor changed things, the mountains, rivers and other landforms would not change for hundreds of years. At most, some passes would be changed.

Under Han Xin's unconcealed surprised gaze, Lu Bu, who was concentrating on the simple sand table, remained completely unaware.

His thoughts became smoother and smoother, and his hands moved faster and faster with his thoughts.

——Why should he spare the time and bother to look at the map?

The unique memory of the previous life is the best map in the world.

Lu Bu finished it in one go and clearly displayed a completely different idea on the sand table, which immediately attracted Han Xin's full attention.

In Lu Bu's view, the elite Chu troops deployed to the Qidi battlefield were actually saturated.

It's just Zhang Er who has not yet established his footing, and then kills the bunch of useless minions, why is there any need to press forward from all three sides?

Unless that stupid king has his head kicked by a donkey again and does the immoral thing of massacring the city and "forcing" the people to rebel, otherwise he will be able to kill chickens with this sledgehammer.

Why add Han Xin to the list?

It would be better for Han Xin to lead the Guanzhong Army all the way north, pass through Handan, take Yanxian County, and go to Xiangguo, the old capital of Changshan.

Then divide the troops into one group, and he will lead Li Zuoche, who is slightly more comfortable this time, back to Dangdang and cross the Taihang Mountains. Finally, he will leave Changshan through Quxing Pass and go south to attack Xiangguo.

If the north and south attack Changshan together, the Zhao army will definitely be unable to parry it, while the Qi state in the south is fighting the main force of the Chu army and is unable to support it at all.

By containing both sides in this way, Zhang Er can be forced to choose one of the two. He cannot have both ends, and he will lose one.

As for the two countries of Yan and Dai, it will be easier to handle.

If it were the fox named Chen

It was useless in his eyes. After all, he failed to convince Zhao Xie to send troops to support Qi and Zhao on behalf of Yan... With Li Zuoche leading tens of thousands of Chu soldiers to garrison Quxingkou, even if he did not go south to attack the capital of Zhao, he could still intercept it. One or two reinforcements from the north.

Han Xin's eyes lit up at Lu Bu's plan.

As a wise brother, he really has the most tacit understanding in the world.

After thinking about it, and thinking about the difficulty of implementing it, he sighed helplessly and explained: "I'll tell you the truth. What the wise brother thinks is exactly the same as what the foolish brother initially got, but the king..."

According to his understanding of King Xiang, King Xiang likes to concentrate his troops to attack one place and does not like to attack from multiple directions.

Qi and Zhao have the largest territory and the largest number of troops and the greatest threat. King Xiang must destroy them first and then attack quickly, rather than open up battlefields everywhere.

Although the wise brother is here, it is impossible to persuade the king to change his mind. But the time of sending messengers back and forth has also been delayed. It is better to follow King Xiang's military orders from the beginning.

Han Xin also knew that if the march was carried out according to King Xiang's plan, the destruction of the Allied forces would be inevitable, but it would only be a little late.

Thinking about this, he chose to obey his orders silently.

After hearing what Han Xin said, Lu Bu's eyes widened in confusion and he smiled slyly.

This is not easy to handle!

The next moment, Lu Bu triumphantly took out the thing from his waist and threw it on the low table with a bang. With his chin raised high, he couldn't help but show off: "Brother Han, can you recognize this thing?"

Han Xin was startled by his sudden move. When he took a closer look, he was even more shocked on the spot: "Your Majesty, this Longyuan sword almost never leaves your body. How did it end up in the hands of my virtuous brother?"

Although Xiang Yu is proficient in many weapons, the one he loves most and is most famous for is the Overlord's Spear, which drinks the most blood, is so heavy that it can only be lifted by several people, and can be wielded freely only by the Overlord's messenger.

Under the Overlord's Spear is the Dragon Abyss Sword in front of him.

Last time, the wise brother used the Longyuan sword to act on behalf of the king and was able to overwhelm hundreds of thousands of defenders. Although most of it was due to the power of the arrow, Longyuan also played an important role.

If the Longyuan Sword is given to others, it will be offered with great care. If it is to be worn on a daily basis, it must be extremely cautious to avoid being bumped or stolen by bold thieves.

How could Han Xin have imagined that the Longyuan Sword would be just a sword in the hands of his wise brother?

During the best months of Lu Bu's life, what kind of rare treasures and peerless weapons were he not allowed to choose from? Develop a very critical eye early on.

He felt that the weight of Long Yuan's hand was just right. It was not as light as an ordinary long sword in his hand. Every time he swung it, he always felt like his punch hit the cotton, and he couldn't move even a few points.

Now that he had the Long Yuan Sword, which was quite heavy and could cut iron like clay, he was happy to reward the guards around him with the ordinary sword that he no longer looked down upon.

Not only does he wear the Long Yuan Sword generously on his waist every day, but he also uses it unambiguously.

If Han Xin hadn't been embarrassed, he wouldn't have been able to remember the more important symbol of Longyuan Sword.

Seeing that Han Xin, who was so steady and calm, had an incredible expression on his face when he was surprised by this fool's gift, Lu Bu was even more proud, with the corners of his mouth raised high and his eyebrows crooked: "Brother, I've seen this thing, don't you still think so?" Is this impossible?"

Han Xin: "..."

Lu Bu was indeed confident now.

After all, that idiot said it himself a while ago that unless it is an important matter involving the center, it needs to be discussed first. You can make your own decisions on ordinary matters. All you need to do is inform him.

It is impossible to command the Guanzhong Army to go north.

He happily stretched out his hand and slapped it firmly on the low table. The slap made a loud sound, and he said proudly: "Today, I will be in charge!"

It was common for Han Xin to say straightforward words like "I" to his virtuous brother when he was excited. When he heard this, he just smiled without frowning.

Even though he knew that his wise brother had the trust of the king, he never dared to imagine that a suspicious and nepotistic man like King Xiang would actually trust his wise brother without any reservation.

Han Xin looked at Long Yuan Sword lying quietly on the table and thought seriously.

Lu Bu was still mumbling: "When my brother and the chariot send their troops northward, Bu will not follow."

Han Xin was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and asked in confusion: "Brother Xian wants to..."

Lu Bu snorted with a smile and said with bright eyes: "Brother, could you have forgotten that the Peng rat that you beat to the ground and fled? Ji Bu didn't even touch his hair in front of Peng City that day, so he didn't know where to go. Has Chen Mouse never been seen? Those two mice have been missing for so long. They must have run out of troops and food, and they deeply hate the Chu army. They will definitely not let go of the tunnel where the Chu army transports food and grass."

To sit in the middle of the army like this cheap guy and send troops into formation, although he can do it half-heartedly, he really doesn't have the patience.

To say that a happy battle is still fought in pursuit and wandering.

Since guerrilla warfare is required, the most important thing is to be skilled rather than numerous.

The extra soldiers who were cut off were just thrown to the soldier fairy in front of him, who always wanted more to be better.

The more Lu Bu thought about it, the more appropriate it became.

Thinking about the Bingzhou cavalry he led, their illustrious killing reputation was known all over the world, and even the well-informed Thief Dong Fatty remembered it very much.

Coming here hundreds of years ago, even if Peng and Chen, who were not well-known at this time, could not make a famous name, at least they could have a hearty time!

Besides, if the world is certain, he will leave.

Although Xiang Yu was very naive, he really didn't treat him badly.

He, Lu Fengxian, has always been a generous person. He would simply show mercy and help the fool who was about to get into trouble without someone to look after him...do a little more.

live.

"This time we have to wait and see, but we need to be flexible." Lu Bu calculated and arranged neatly: "For the soldiers trapped in the camp, Bu will only leave three thousand soldiers, and the remaining two thousand and the fifty thousand western troops will be entrusted to them. Give it to Brother Han.”

For the first time, Brother Han showed a shocked expression as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, and was speechless for a long time.

Compared with the fact that Xiandi took the initiative to reduce the number of troops, what shocked him even more was the obvious meaning in Xiandi's words.

How could this be a wise brother who always acted boldly, only loved to charge into battle, and dared to rush alone in the face of tens of thousands of enemy soldiers, always shouting about killing?

Moreover, the job of escorting food and grass transportation has always been notoriously thankless.

"Xiandi," Han Xin looked at Xiandi in silence for a long time. He really couldn't see any signs of fever or drunkenness. He hesitated again and again and cautiously suggested: "You'd better... take a rest."