The Central Committee of the Great Chu, including Luo Yongsheng, has nothing to do with Luo Chengwu, who is now on the grassland thousands of miles away.

What kind of summary and reflection will be what?

Luo Chengwu was never interested in the politician's game, and he was only satisfied with the orders sent back by the central government.

"kill!"

"Can't kill!"

Geng Liancheng looked at the order and widened his eyes incredibly. He seemed to have never expected that the order was issued by the central government, and the three words Luo Yusheng of the entrustment made Geng Liancheng's eyes hurt.

Hundreds of thousands of lives are huge.

"I was going to take action before. You didn't want to. You said you wanted to ask Your Majesty and the Central Master to decide. Now that the Central Master's order has come down, do you still dare to stop him?"

Luo Chengwu laughed, mocking with disdain, pointed at Geng Liancheng's nose and laughed.

"You kid is really overestimating your ability. Why are you planning to ride back to Beijing now and ask Your Majesty to give me advice."

"It is impossible, the central government cannot make such a resolution."

Geng Liancheng was just muttering, and he couldn't figure out why the center would rather kill everyone than save his life.

Is it rare to be more valuable than dead people?

Geng Liancheng was lonely and lost, and returned to the Central Army tent with an imperial edict. Following him, Luo Chengwu also walked in.

Open the box next to the camp bed and take out two jars of wine in Geng Liancheng's incredible eyes.

"Crazy."

The sound of the wine pouring into the bowl awakened Geng Liancheng.

"Ship Luo, no drinking is allowed in the army."

"What does military order have to do with me?"

Military orders have nothing to do with me!

Luo Chengwu poured a full bowl for Geng Liancheng, pushed it to the latter, and called his personal soldiers to get a roast lamb leg in, put it on the table and feasted.

"You can have dozens of instincts to impeach me every day? The political supervisors and supervisors in the army are staring at me every day. So what? They can't stop their military power. They are still staring at me, haha."

As he spoke, he looked at Geng Liancheng who was stunned and picked up the wine bowl and hit it.

The crisp sound of the collision between the bowl wall slightly awakened Geng Liancheng.

"Drink, why are you doing while standing there?"

"It's okay, don't worry, drink it boldly, I will follow you."

Looking at the wine bowl in front of him, smelling the rich aroma of wine, Geng Liancheng was probably greedy, or he was suppressed, so he picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.

"That's right."

Luo Chengwu nodded with satisfaction and said to Geng Liancheng: "I know what you are thinking. You are wondering why the father wants to kill them, right?"

"Isn't this the central government's decision?"

"You believe it." Luo Chengwu smiled: "If my father doesn't want to kill them, this issue will not even be discussed, and it will be decided directly. When will my father need to listen to the minister's discussion?"

Sometimes Luo Yongsheng's attitude is easily speculated.

"I have told you so many times. Don't always treat me as a fool. Although I am a soldier, I understand everything I should understand, but I just don't say it."

Luo Chengwu accompanied Geng Liancheng to drink with him, and it was very relaxed.

"You group of military academies are so self-respecting. They always treat themselves as smart people and use their coach as mud legs. They have a lot of complaints in their hearts. If they hadn't followed their father to fight the country in their early years, how could it be our uneducated commander now?"

The latter smiled embarrassedly.

"The war is over now, and it's not our turn to worry about what we should do, so what are we afraid of when we drink it?"

Luo Chengwu could see through: "After the father knew about it, he would punish me, then demote me, and then demote me, and be idle at home, and he always goes back and forth.

When the war is over, my father will still have to use me. When will I really not be able to use me? Just find an excuse to use a memorial to impeach me and you will be able to take my head."

Patting his neck, Luo Chengwu grinned at Geng Liancheng and said mysteriously.

"I'll show you something."

As he spoke, he got up and flipped over the bed. Soon after, he took a letter and put it in front of Geng Liancheng.

In the latter's puzzled eyes, Luo Chengwu sat down and said lightly.

"Written by Yelu Longxu."

These words made Geng Liancheng jump up.

He pointed at the letter and then at Luo Chengwu, and his mouth began to stutter.

Yelu Longxu?

What letter would the emperor of the Liao Kingdom write to Luo Chengwu?

No, right? The focus should not be on the point now, as the marshal of the Great Chu, how dare Luo Chengwu accept Yelu Longxu's letter!

"Do you want to see what Yelu Longxu wrote in the letter?"

Geng Liancheng shook his head.

How dare he see it?

Now I feel cold on my neck and my hair is standing up.

"Then I'll tell you."

Luo Chengwu raised the bowl and drank, and Geng Liancheng hurriedly followed.

"This guy said, if I destroy him, I will not be able to survive. He advised me to open a crack in Doron so that he could take some of the Khitans to escape and return to his ancestral land.

At the same time, I am willing to become sworn brothers with me and take me as the leader. In the future, they will fight wherever I point. In this way, I will always be the marshal of the Great Chu. When my father is in funeral, the Khitans can even help me seize the throne for the sake of driving me!"

With a thud, Geng Liancheng sat on the ground.

Just now, he felt full of pain in the deaths of the Khitan herders. Now, he has no mood to love others.

Only one thought left.

My death is coming today!

How could Luo Chengwu tell him such a thing? How dare he tell him such a thing?

Do you still have to think about it? You obviously plan to chop your head after listening.

Thinking of this, Geng Liancheng was no longer afraid, so he got up and sat down again, and drank a few bowls of wine to calm down.

"But I didn't agree."

Luo Chengwu smiled and threw the letter into the stove and turned into smoke. He looked at Geng Liancheng with a slanted look and sneered.

"Just Yelu Longxu, even if we bring me with you, we will work together. Do you think you can beat my father?"

The latter shook his head subconsciously.

"Yes, I can't fight."

"Yelu Longxu is too naive. How could he think he is qualified to compete with my father, the hero who has been around forever? What is he like?"

"What is my father thinking in his mind? My son who has been with him for more than ten years can't see through it. Just him, if he reads some books from us Han people, he will really treat himself as a master?"

"I'd better not get enough of such dirty politics. Don't worry about things that shouldn't be thinking about."

Luo Chengwu took out a manifesto and placed it in front of Geng Liancheng with the central reply order.

"I know what you are thinking. What you are thinking is why the father clearly said in the manifesto that he would accept the coexistence of nations, so why do he have to carry out this massacre, right?"

The latter nodded subconsciously.

The end of the manifesto clearly states.

"For example, the Khitan, Jurchen, Shiwei, and Uighurs, although they are not Chinese races, they are born in the world and have those who can know etiquette and righteousness and are willing to be subjects, which are no different from those in Zhongxia.

Therefore, I will tell you that I should know.”

Since I said this, there is no need to slaughter Wuwang again.

Otherwise, what would you think about the other races who are willing to be vassals?

"You don't understand, I don't understand either, so we are only worthy of being chess pieces."

Luo Chengwu laughed at himself: "Let me tell you the past. When I just worshipped my father as my adoptive father, we were still living a humble and humble life in Yangzhou. At that time, my father especially liked to write and draw in a small notebook, but I couldn't read, but I always listened to him.

What is the first step, the second step.

My father and son fled all the way, killing people, robbing goods, and cheating money and goods.

Everything I do is arranged by my father. Everyone has a reason for what they want to do in this matter. The dead have the value of the dead, and the living have the value of the living.

At that time, I didn't understand it even though my father asked me to do whatever he asked me to do. Now I know that since more than ten years, my father has never regarded us as an independent person.

We are only responsible for doing our own things well.

Everyone does it well and this is done.
To be continued...