"But they won't be able to come. I, Dali, fight against the outside world, and the Barbarians have always been the main force. The barbarians who grew up in the mountains are all brave and brave. When they get angry, they are invincible." Duan Yanzhen was straightforward and pointed out directly: "You and I will go to Guangnan Road to help the Song Dynasty suppress the rebellion. It's not because of those barbarians who rushed fiercely."

Nobunata Fuku turned his head and looked at him, frowned and said, "General Duan, can you not fight after leaving the Barbarian tribe?"

"That's not true. Sir, I just can't bear to leave these men under my command." Duan Yanzhen lowered his head and said, "You and I know the combat power of Shimenfan. It's so powerful. King Zhenbei has more soldiers than ours. He is still beaten and fled in a panic. I'm afraid that Dali's elite will be lost in the battle tomorrow!"

"General Duan, how could he be so disheartened? The battlefield changes rapidly. Before the battle, no one can tell whether we have a victory or defeat. How can we say that our military strength is superior? Of course we can fight. Although the prime minister insists on his own, if we are unable to stop it, we can only act on orders and do our best. Since ancient times, when we serve as soldiers and eat food, how can we have a general who has a good end?" Nobunaga Fuku glanced at him squintly: "Are you afraid of death?"

"This...of course not!" Duan Yan shook his head and said, "If I were afraid of death, I would not have gone to Guangnan Road when I sent troops. But... this kind of fighting style is really unwilling to accept it!"

"I have to fight if I don't want to give up." Nobunaga Fuku patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry about anything. Shimenfan is not a god with three heads and six arms, but just barbarians. What's the point of seeing us? We fight against soldiers and generals happily, and we have won and lost. What's there to worry about?"

Duan Yanzhen smiled for a moment and lowered his head again.

He had the intention to say something, but Nobunata Fuku didn't seem to be planning to listen.

So he doesn't have to say anything more.

...

In the Dali Imperial City, Duan Zhixiang and his son were standing on the high platform of Jiufeng Tower, looking at the distance from the railing.

Jiufeng Tower is nine-story high and is the tallest building in Dali. Standing on it, the whole city can see it. The city is lined up with houses and buildings, and people are bustling with people. Stepping on your feet, thousands of living beings are all in your palms, and the prosperity of the times is at the feet of the king.

The eyes are farther away, the dome of Cangshan Mountains in the distance is vividly visible, the green waves of Erhai Lake are vast and the smoke is vast, the evergreen Dali is as green as a painting, the scenery is as bright as ink and paint, slowly unfolding, the scenery is as scenery as the eyes are, and the eyes are closed, and you are intoxicated.

Duan Zhixiang likes here, sitting here, holding a jade cup of jade liquid, enjoying the scenery is like tasting wine. The wine does not intoxicate the scenery, which can make him find a little bit of the feeling of the king of Dali.

So at this moment, he dismissed others, only him, father and son, and sat opposite each other on the top floor.

"The father's move is so wonderful!" Duan Xiangxing respectfully praised his father: "I would be furious if I sent someone to put the manifesto next to Gao Yuchenglong's pillow!"

The Dali king Duan Zhixiang was leisurely playing with the small and exquisite wine glass, and was in a good mood: "I have arranged that person by his side for a long time. I originally kept it just in case and used it as an assassin. Now I use it, which is a pity."

"But if you don't do this, Gao Yuchenglong will not be in a hurry." He put the wine glass on the short table, pressed his hands on the table and blew the wind coming in comfortably: "Only by making him shocked and scared, this old fox will make up his mind to lead his troops to the battle and bring all the troops by his side. Ru Nuo can be killed at any time. This is his style."

"This is exactly what I want to say." Duan Xiangxing looked at Duan Zhixiang with some trepidation: "There were all taken away by the standing army and the barbarians near him, and our people were also wrapped in it. Now there are only some old, weak and disabled soldiers left in Dali City, which are vulnerable. Wouldn't it be too risky?"

"This is also impossible, and things cannot be so perfect." Duan Zhixiang was not as worried as the prince, and he was confident: "But it doesn't matter. If the army is gone, it's okay to recruit it again, it doesn't matter."

He stood up, walked to the railing with great enthusiasm, looked far away, and then stretched his waist wide.

"My son, come and see how magnificent this thousand-mile country is!" He looked up at the hazy top of the Cangshan Mountain among the clouds in the distance with a relaxed mood, and greeted Duan Xiangxing.

Duan Xiangxing came over in the voice, watching his father spread his hands open, virtually wrapping the wind in front of him, and said excitedly: "I used to sit here often, watching the clouds rise and fall. The scenery was the same as now, but I never felt like this today. In the past, I always felt that although Dali was surnamed Duan, there was always something wrong. There seemed to be a high character pressing on the Duan character, which made me feel uncomfortable and felt tight when I breathed."

"But today is different, I am very angry!" He laughed, laughing happily: "Gao and Shimenfan fought to the death. If the two tigers fight, they will be injured. We are both profitable. We sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. There is endless fun! Hahaha!"

Duan Xiangxing smiled bitterly, but said nothing.

So Duan Zhixiang noticed it and asked with a smile: "What are the princess troubled? Could it be that he is worried that Shimenfan can't take Gao Juchenglong?"

Before his son could answer, he struck his hands in the air, as if he had cut off something that did not exist: "No need to worry, no need! The generals we have installed in the army are very reliable. With them, Gao Juchenglong cannot win."

Duan Xiangxing shook his head and bowed, "Isn't my son worried about this? My father made a very thoughtful arrangement. Duan Yanzhen and others also agreed with us. They would not betray us for their own glory and wealth. What I am worried about... is actually the Shimenfan!"

"Shimenfan? What's there to worry about?" Duan Zhixiang glanced at his son in surprise and said in surprise: "Are you afraid that they will not beat Gao Juchenglong in this situation?"

"No, Shimenfan can beat King Zhenbei to escape back alone, and naturally he can defeat a plate of loose sand Gao Juchenglong with one blow. They are very strong." Duan Xiangxing raised his head, his worried look filled with eyes: "What the son ministers are worried about is that they are... will they be too strong?"

"Are you afraid that we will shoot ourselves in the foot?" Duan Zhixiang turned around and stared at the Prince of Dali.

"The Song Dynasty will not send troops here. If... I mean, what if Changsun Hong comes with the flow and takes us directly and replaces him with him?" Duan Xiangxing said: "You must be careful of others!"

Duan Zhixiang nodded, walked back and forth a few steps around the railing, and said, "What you said makes sense. But I, Mao Ding, his Changsun Hong dared not."

He raised his fingers, pulled them one by one, and then pulled them down: "First, if Changsun Hong wants to hold the position, his nature will change. Qing Junban and Dai Duan are different things. The Thirty-six Barbarians will not let him do it. Dali is established, and the Barbarians are also part of it."

"Secondly, although the Song Dynasty would not send troops, their Privy Council issued a document to appoint Changsun Hong as the deputy envoy of Xuzhou's defense and wanted to grant him an official position. As an official of the Song Dynasty, one had to listen to the words of the Song Dynasty. What do they want him? What else would Shimenfan dare to do? Could it be that he dared to disobey? Shimenfan didn't have the courage, and they were just a barbarian division. Although the scale of nearly 100,000 people was very large, it was the largest of the thirty-six tribes, but compared with the Song Dynasty, it was not even this one."

He hooked up a little finger and shook it in front of Duan Xiangxing.

"So, my son, caution is necessary, but this time, we will win!"
Chapter completed!