In a nutshell, the Tang Sect had already declined under the ruthless strangulation of the court. The backbone members were dead and fled. Lin Laosi's hands, except for one or two thousand loyal brothers who had gathered and fled from all over the country, all the cards were uprooted, and the churches in various places were destroyed. The foundation that had been hard-working for a hundred years was destroyed. Apart from secretly sending them to Changsun Hong's territory to lick their wounds, they dared not speak out anymore.

Sending him to Tubo also means avoiding the limelight. After all, Sichuan is also the world of the Song court. Lin Lao Sishu attracts the wind, and it is also a problem to be recognized by someone accidentally. Changsun Hong did not want to cause trouble because of the Tang sect.

Li Tingzhi was staying in Hanzhong by Changsun Hong.

This person is brave and resourceful. Although he lacks experience at the battle, he is instinctively sweating in the face of the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Who has no process? Even the butcher who killed a pig would tremble involuntarily when he first pinched the knife and stabbed the pig's neck. What's more, killing people? Changsun Hong felt that after the battle in Hanzhong, Li Tingzhi would follow the right path to the footsteps of a famous general, and would become more and more steady and faster. Supporting this famous boss in official history for a journey is also a merit of Changsun Hong.

At this moment, the two of them were standing in a lobby in Hanzhong General's Mansion and talking to the sand table.

The sand table is very large, and the city is covered with mountains and rivers. The entire four roads of Chuanxia and Qinfeng Road are all on it. It is very detailed, so small that the direction of a river is clearly marked. Of course, it depends on the contribution of the Ran brothers. These two are simply born geographers. They walk through the green mountains and rivers and paint in their pens. Accurate and few mistakes are born on the knees of the two who are used as picture board brackets. Changsun Hong relies on these maps to copy the outlines on the map and restore them to the sand table in three-dimensional form.

Li Tingzhi looked at a protrusion on the sand tray with a worried face, which was made of brown clay into a hill, and a small strip of cloth was pasted on it. The three small words "Qingniling" written in cinnabar were on the brown clay, which was very eye-catching.

"Natuzhi has only five thousand people under his command, but this mountain is full of passages and it is difficult to defend. The news ahead said that Wang Liangchen had brought a total of fifty thousand people..." Li Tingzhi looked at Changsun Hong who was standing aside and silently: "No matter how you look at it, it's very dangerous."

"Lord Wang Kui has sent reinforcements to calculate the schedule and you will arrive soon." Changsun Hong's eyes did not leave the sand table, and he kept spinning on his head, staring at this place and looking there.

Li Tingzhi licked his mouth. He felt that Changsun Hong did not correctly understand the meaning of his words: "When Chengdu goes to Qingniling, no matter how long it takes to travel day and night, it will not be possible to reach the place for less than half a month. Lord Wang's reinforcements are mostly infantry, and the armor is heavy. I am afraid that the schedule will be a little slower, but the Tuozhi..."

"No need to worry." Changsun Hong interrupted him. There was no worry on his face full of healthy wheat-skinned skin that arose because of what Li Tingzhi said: "Even if Na Tuozhi dies in Qingniling, he will not let the Mongolian soldiers step over the mountain."

Moreover, when he was talking, his eyes did not look at the direction of Qingniling, but stared at the edge of Qinfeng Road, near the limit of the sand table, and there was nothing left.

Li Tingzhi felt a little strange. He also looked in that direction and knew that the places close to Monan and Shanxi were all the territory of thousands of households in Monan.

Well, that part is very important. Li Tingzhi also understood that the next step for Changsun Hong was to be the powerful households in these places. After all, the main force of the Mongols was in the west, and the rule of these places was to rely on the ten thousand households in the Han area. Controlling them would be equivalent to controlling the north.

But that was a matter of Ying'er. It was not that Li Tingzhi didn't believe in Changsun Hong's ability. But it seemed that it was too early to set up chess pieces and operate them carefully. However, the most critical thing at the moment was the Mongolian soldiers on the front of Qingniling.

Once Qingniling is lost, Hanzhong of Xingyuan Mansion will be like a stripped naked little lady, exposed to Wang Liangchen without any concealment. When he was at the city, Changsun Hong, who could not even get two thousand soldiers at hand, could he have other ways besides running away?

So seeing Changsun Hong touching his chin absently, thinking about other issues, Li Tingzhi was anxious and angry.

He cleared his throat and wanted to say a few words about this matter when he opened his mouth, which would inevitably attract Changsun Hong's attention.

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, Changsun Hong touched his chin and spoke first.

"Xiangpu." He called Li Tingzhi's word, and to those who were familiar with each other, the ancients used to call it, and Changsun Hong was no exception: "You said, if your uncle and cousin were jealous of your property and wanted to steal your stuff, would you be angry?"

Li Tingzhi was stunned for a moment and didn't understand.

Unresponded, Changsun Hong looked up and smiled, "I forgot, Xiangpu Qianqian gentleman, naturally the family is a kind of person, and of course there will be no such shameless brothers and sisters."

Li Tingzhi's face was red and white, and she didn't know how to answer. She stood there, her eyes were dumbfounded, and after a long time she put on a sentence: "Master, sir, where do you start this?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I just made an example, but I got the wrong partner." Changsun Hong patted his shoulder and said, "I'll say that there is a man whose family is rich and rich, and his family's fields are beyond his sight. Well, he is very rich anyway, and he has many relatives. He has distributed a lot of land to his relatives. Later, the man died and his son inherited the property. If an uncle came to the door at this time and said that these property cannot belong to him, and if it belongs to his uncle, do you think this family will be in chaos?"

Li Tingzhi thought about it for a while. As an aide, he had some involvement in Changsun Hong's daily thoughts. Although he did not know much about the dark ghosts in his own system, he also understood that Changsun Hong had inserted a nail in the internal power struggle in Mongolia and had been in the layout for a long time. The problem at this time was probably related to this.

"This person must be dissatisfied. It is natural for the son to inherit his father's business. How can an uncle get into a thrust?" Li Tingzhi shook his head and said, "This move does not conform to the ethics of the rules and regulations, and will definitely be in chaos."

Changsun Hong smiled and said, "Yes, we Han people seem to be contrary to common sense, let alone the barbarians on the grassland. They don't talk about the principles of the rules, but they talk about reality. What is the reality? The population territory in their hands is reality."

He waved his fists: "In the words of Genghis Khan, if you want to steal my people and land, I will fight you to the death!"

Walking to the table on the side, he took a sip of water.

"The rich man's family is in chaos. Are you still in the mood to take care of the tenants?" Changsun Hong, who had drunk water, continued: "The tenants in the Han area are those tenants. Of course, they are not qualified to intervene in the war within the master and Mongolia. If someone is their new master at this time, it will be an excellent opportunity."

Li Tingzhi listened silently, the more he listened, the more he understood, and the more he listened, the brighter he felt. He was an extremely smart person and he didn't need to explain many things too clearly.

"Sir, this is... taking millet from fire and making profits in chaos!" His eyes lit up a little.

However, the calmness in his character made Li Tingzhi immediately say: "However, the master should use a clever plan to mess up Mongolia. Whether it is successful or not, we must first overcome the current difficulties. How is Qingniling in front of us?

Changsun Hong shook his head, lowered his head and looked at the sand table: "Xiangpu remembers Qingniling, why don't I behave like that? Na Tuozhi dared and resolute, followed me all the way from Dali, and was my arm. If there is any mistake, no one can make up for it. I care more about Qingniling than you."

Li Tingzhi looked confused and said hesitantly: "Since that's the case... why don't the adults look worried?"

"Because I know that as long as Wang Kui's reinforcements arrive, the siege of Qingniling will be resolved, which is only a matter of time." Changsun Hongdao, he approached the sand table and pointed his hand at a thin white line under Qingniling: "Wang Liangchen is a powerful general, I have heard of it. He followed his father Wang Shixian and killed Cao Youwen, a famous general in Sichuan many years ago. From then on, there is no more army in Sichuan that can fight with the Mongolian army, nor a single general. The success of this man's head is very useful for us to revitalize our morale."

"Look, this line is Baihe. The Baihe winds for 500 miles. It flows from Tubo and flows to Qingniling. It is blocked by the mountains and wraps around the mountain and walks eastward. Invisibly, this river has become a waterway around the mountains."

Changsun Hong explained: "I brought a message to Wang Kui. Reinforcements do not need to go up the mountain to meet Natuzhi. Just follow the Baihe River to the back of Qingniling, and lead their camp behind the Mongols, burn a fire, and cooperate with night attacks and other strategies. If he is Wang Liangchen or Wang Yaochen, in the dark environment, the soldiers cannot find generals, and generals cannot find soldiers. Apart from being sentenced to death, they may not be able to escape!"
Chapter completed!