At present, the Taiping Cult must be strictly guarding Lu Long, the western gate of the Taiping Holy Kingdom in their minds, in case it is necessary to counterattack itself. It will definitely be quite difficult for it to retake it in a short time. When I think of Wufeng, the weapons he threw at Lu Long, including improved catapults and special crossbows, I feel even more frustrated. I don’t know if Mi Feng and the others destroyed it when they evacuated Lu Long. If they all fall into the hands of Taiping Cult, it will be even more troublesome. But if the Taiping Cult allows people to occupy Lu Long, over time, the people will be determined, and if they want to capture this mansion, they may have to pay a greater price.

Thousands of sorrow surged in his heart. Wufeng felt a rare feeling of frustration in his heart. He started his entrepreneurial career since he entered Qingyang. He defeated Luo Beiren, went west to Luzon, suppressed the rebels in the west, captured Yinchuan Taixuan in the north, and was invincible. He was in his own hands. Unexpectedly, since he returned from the imperial capital, the situation seemed to have become a little uncertain. Although the Shuangdui Mansion in Northern Luzon was lost and recovered, the sudden efforts of the Luzon people made him feel that some things were not fully controlled. This time, Lulong's unexpected fall, and the three elite divisions took advantage of the geographical advantage, the Kaman people suffered such great losses, which made him feel that the changes in the battle situation were unpredictable and difficult to distinguish between enemies and friends. It seemed that he still underestimated the heroes of the world.

But it's a bit too late to regret it now. The loss of Lu Long's mansion will not only add some pressure to Molington's defense, but also Guide and Queqiao Pass are both within the enemy's direct attack range, especially Queqiao Pass. If you are attacked from three sides, you will be under greater pressure. Your dream of advancing east seems to be even more slim.

He was very sad that the three main divisions suffered such great losses. On the other hand, he thought that the Kamans claimed to be the number one military power in Liberia, and it was not just a false reputation. If they performed mediocrely, it would be really suspicious. However, this loss was really hard for him to accept. These were all elites trained through countless hard work, especially the third and fifth divisions of the divisions were their own starting troops. At this time, they had to return to their original state. I don’t know how much manpower and material resources would be spent. Moreover, the current situation in the east is cloudy and foggy, and there are murderous intents inside. War may break out at any time. This damaged power seems even more precious.

But now it is too late to think about these things now. Thinking about future strategies is the priority. It is not in line with your own style of being a person. Thinking of this, Wufeng tried hard to improve his mood while rubbing his cheeks to return to normal.

After taking a few deep breaths, Wufeng walked out a long way with his hands behind his back, and slowly walked back to the central position. The generals following behind all held their breath and followed quietly. Even Mulige and Long Zixing were considered old men in the Northwest Army, but they had never seen the head coach look so ugly. Mulige and Long Zixing were even more sarcastic in their hearts, not knowing how to explain the casualties of these three divisions to the head coach.

"Come in, don't be too slow outside." Wufeng, who was sitting still, had regained his usual calmness, but his face was a little unsightly, but it was a huge difference compared to the expression when he inspected the camp just now. The people who heard the sound were slightly relaxed.

"Sir!" Mulige said in a deep voice, "This time he was trapped by the Kamans, and there were huge casualties. His subordinates should bear all the responsibility."

"The same is true for subordinates--" Long Zixing quickly stepped out and agreed.

"Enough, needless to say, I'm not here to discuss responsibility today. If you want to discuss responsibility, maybe I, the head coach, should bear more. Everyone has seen the strength of the Kaman people. It's okay, just give us a lesson and sound a wake-up call, so as not to think that some of us are the best in the world and do not take anyone seriously." Wu Feng waved his hand to stop the two of them's review. Although his tone was plain, the meaning contained in it made the four division commanders, including Sha Lang, sweat coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you lose the battle. The problem is that we must realize why we defeated the battle? What is the reason? Lu Long's loss, the crime is not others, and I have to bear the main responsibility; I have to bear considerable responsibility when the southern front is not good, but you three must also think carefully about whether there are any mistakes?" Seeing that several people quietly lowered their heads, Wu Feng still analyzed slowly: "Although the Kamans' combat effectiveness is strong, our three divisions are mainly infantry, and heavy infantry is the leader of our Northwest Army. Relying on the favorable terrain, why did they still suffer in front of the Kamans? You should all think carefully and find out if there is anything worth improving in the middle."

The four men, Mu, Long, Xiong and Sha, dared not say much, but just silently thought about the meaning of the coach's words.

"Okay, I don't want to say more about the others, let's go down and rest first." Seeing that the four of them were in deep thought, Wufeng stopped saying anything, but he also hoped that his three subordinates could take this opportunity to reflect. Wufeng himself also vaguely found that some pride and complacency in his army began to grow, especially in some troops that had won several battles. He looked at the world as nothing, and even he was more or less involved in this view. If it weren't for the two consecutive beats this time, he might not have been able to wake him up.

Situ Mingyue leaned on the soft chair, looking out the scorching summer window with her eyes blankly. Occasionally, a cool breeze slipped in quietly, and endless sorrow was entangled in his heart like a vine. Not all this was the current situation that affected his mood. Although the situation in the north and south was not too good, nothing was too bad.

Guanxilin and Lang families were slanderous, especially Lin Guoxiong, who denied the imperial army to take over Lujiang for various reasons. The northern city guards did not have the mighty spirit of the Qinghe victory. They simply fought against the enemy in Qinghe Prefecture. They fought on small and medium-sized battles, but the major battle did not happen. Taiping Cult changed their strategy, restrained the city guards from multiple routes to the north, and sent small and small cavalry to harass the supply line of the city guards, so that the city guards did not dare to advance easily. The internal affairs department tried their best to contact Qinghe Prefecture, and there were no two people who were willing to be loyal to the empire among the gentry. They either made a false concession or sat and watched. What's more, they turned to Taiping Cult. The infiltration and incitement of the Taiping Cult was so terrifying that Situ Mingyue felt incredible.

What bothered him even more was his own body, which was sometimes good and sometimes bad. Even the best imperial physician in the empire could not confirm what disease he had. It was his mood that affected his body, or was he already terminally ill? He was not afraid of death. He had been in control of such a large empire for decades, and was so tired. Since taking power, all kinds of troubles have never stopped. From the Sanjiang Incident to the Lang Yongquan's guarding of the Fengxian, it seemed that he had participated. Although the former emperor was still in charge of the government in name at that time, the three northern kingdoms were frequently harassed, the outbreak of the Yinchuan crisis, the invasion of Luo Beiren, and the changes in recent years have come one after another, as if they had never stopped. It was really tiring.

If you can get rid of these annoying things, and relax alone in a place where no one knows, fishing, reading books, tasting tea, or looking for two monks and Taoists to practice Zen and ask, how good it would be. Unfortunately, all this seems to be a kind of unattainable luxury for you. Looking out the window with regret, Situ Mingyue didn't even pay attention to the eunuch standing at the door and shouting softly.

"Your Majesty, Lord He has been waiting for your summons outside the palace at his will." The little eunuch raised his voice slightly and said in fear.

"Oh, I understand, let him come here directly." Although it was his own arrangement, Situ Mingyue was still a little angry that the other party interrupted his imagination. Even this little freedom would be deprived of. This feeling is really annoying.

"Your Majesty." Seeing the old figure appearing in his eyes, Situ Mingyue felt that he was not as easy as the emperor, but looking at the old man in front of him was also suffering from pressure, the word "same illness and pity" suddenly jumped into Situ Mingyue's mind.

What happened to me today? Why do I always think of these inexplicable things? Situ Mingyue shook her head, smiled at herself and returned her thoughts to her.

"Sit, my dear, there are only me and you here, so you don't have to be too polite." He greeted gently, Situ Mingyue sat upright with a little tiredness.

"What is the urgent matter for Your Majesty to invite me?" He Zhiqiu was stunned. It seemed that there should be no emergency. His Majesty's expression could not be anything unusual. But now he was recruiting himself to attack and talk. Is there anything else that would be possible?

"No, it's nothing important, don't have to drink the archer's shadow." Situ Mingyue smiled faintly, "I just want to find someone to chat. This Tian was so upset."

"Oh, I thought there was some urgent military situation on the front line." He Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately felt relieved. His Majesty the Emperor summoned him to the palace at this time. Although he was talking about the matter, the royal family had no trivial matters. The royal family had no selfless affairs. He might not involve the matters that were discussed in the court and the opposition. He really did not want to get involved in it. Such things were really not something that these outsiders could talk about.

Seeing the other party's careful appearance, Situ Mingyue sighed in her heart. How could he know that Qiu Lao Shen is really his loyal minister? But in theory, some things should not be asked about him, but his health is getting worse and worse. If he didn't make a decision earlier, I'm afraid that some people with ulterior motives will be disturbed here. Perhaps the more he goes, the more difficult it will be to control the situation.

He asked casually: "How is the progress of the Machikhans in South Ronesia?"
Chapter completed!