"What do you think, Mr. Zuo Shilang?"

The officials of the Ministry of War asked one after another, and Li Huan, the minister of the Ministry of War, couldn't help but look at Xu Guan.

Seeing this, Xu Guan lowered his voice and said: "We just need to spread the news to the military camp that the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun advocates declaring war on Chu just to protect his sister Princess Yulong... For this reason, the eighth prince did not hesitate to send tens of thousands of troops to the camp.

The lieutenant generals pushed into the flames of war, and they did not hesitate to put the safety of the Wei Kingdom into danger... In this case, among the soldiers and generals in the camp, who would listen to the eighth prince?"

The officers of the Ministry of War were stunned when they heard this, and then looked at each other and smiled.

"What a great idea! ... To sacrifice tens of thousands of people for one person, even if the eighth prince is sharp-tongued and eloquent, he still cannot withstand the wrath of tens of thousands of Wei soldiers and generals..."

"Let's see how he ends up tomorrow!"

All the officials of the Ministry of War nodded in agreement, and immediately turned their attention to Li Huan, the Minister of War.

I saw Li Huan, Minister of the Ministry of War, an old man in his fifties, closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, gritting his teeth and saying righteously: "There is no way that this little kid's short-sightedness will destroy our Wei Dynasty... Okay, let's do it like this.

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That night, news spread in the military camp stationed on the outskirts of Daliang.

It is said that Zhao Hongrun, the eighth son of the emperor, wanted to protect Princess Yulong alone. Regardless of the disparity in power between Wei and Chu, he intended to declare war on Chu and regarded the lives of tens of thousands of Wei soldiers as nothing.
Chapter completed!