1316th: Cutting Huangsong, Dongqing 1 Tong (58)

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Huang Song's expression kept flickering, as if he was struggling violently.

Sending Feng Jue back to defend Haozhou can certainly stabilize the situation in Haozhou, but this is not what Huang Song wants.

"Youmo, I know your suggestion is for stability, but it's not what I'm asking for." He declined in a deep voice, and before Cheng Jing could speak, he continued, "There are so many troops in Lanting, and Zhonghe County may not be able to do so." Hold on. If you fail, you can only retreat to Hejian County and even Haozhou. In this way, Haozhou will become an isolated island in the sea, facing a situation of besieged from all sides. I, I don’t want to be that trapped beast, struggling to survive—”

The current situation is extremely unfavorable to Huang Song, and he is not sure that he can win more with less in the face of Jiang Pengji. Although there are many examples in the history books of winning more with less, the conditions for the occurrence are extremely harsh. Under normal circumstances, most of them are crushed by people with numbers and strength.

If Zhonghe County loses, Huang Song will face the situation of being alone in Haozhou, a real battle of trapped beasts.

He is not as arrogant as Shi Jiazi, but he also has his own temper and dignity, and he definitely does not want to fall into that situation.

Cheng Jing understood, and asked Huang Song, "My lord means..."

Huang Song pondered for a while, then said in a solemn tone, "Order Huai Jie to lead the troops to meet up—if there is time—"

It was two days before Jiang Pengji took action, and the news of Huang Song reached Feng Jue, and it would take at least seven or eight days for Feng Jue to bring troops over.

Cheng Jing heard the decadence and despair in his words, and at the same time was shocked by Huang Song's determination.

Huang Song ordered Feng Jue to lead the troops to meet up, this is mentally prepared for a wave to determine the outcome.

The two sides faced each other, blocking everything and the rear, either Jiang Pengji would die or Huang Song would die.

Regardless of who lives and who dies, the end of this battle is the end of one and a new beginning for the other.

Cheng Jing couldn't say anything against it, and after thinking about it for a long time, he could only agree with a sigh.

"Jing is going to draft the transfer order."

Huang Song said, "Yes."

Huang Song's wife, Qi Chaolan, is a woman with a strong personality. When her husband goes to the front to fight, she has to follow her with hundreds of guards and live nearby to help him do what she can and share his worries. It gets better and better over time.

Thinking of this, Huang Song couldn't help but smile wryly. In the past, I was always worried that Mrs. Qi would encounter danger when she came to the front line, and every time I went out to fight, I had to tell her not to follow, but now I think it is good for her to follow, at least I can see each other, so I won't die with regret.

Qi Chaolan looked at him with concern, and asked, "Why is Mr. Lang frowning?"

Huang Song said, "Speaking out about the things outside will only make Madam worry in vain."

The husband and wife are not very far apart, but Huang Song hasn't seen her for half a year, and he has a thousand words to confide in.

When he wanted to speak, he found it difficult to confide and didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Qi said, "Even if you don't tell me, I can make a good guess."

In her eyes, Huang Song is an optimistic person, even if he suffers a blow, he will recuperate as soon as possible. He doesn't like to bring business affairs home, even if he has a lot of troubles outside, when he returns home, he will put on a nonchalant attitude when facing his wife and children, so as not to worry his family. Mrs. Qi knew him so well, but Huang Song showed such obvious sadness this time, it can be seen that it is not a trivial matter, and it is very likely to affect his family and life.

Huang Song thought for a while, lowered his head and whispered, "If my husband can't give you the highest honor, will you be sad?"

When he was young, he suffered enough from his birth, because of his birth, he suffered all kinds of contempt and injustice. He knew what it was like, so he naturally didn't want his children to repeat his life. After getting married and starting a business, Huang Song paid more attention to this point, so as not to let his children be wronged.

If it weren't for the explosion of character and the accidental favor of his father-in-law, Huang Song would not be able to marry Qi Chaolan.

She was wronged to marry him, how could Huang Song have the heart for her to endure hardships with him?

Dongqing was in chaos, and his ambitions were growing day by day. When he dreamed back at midnight, he once thought about the supreme position.

He wanted Qi Chaolan to share it with him.

Mrs. Qi laughed, "As long as Mr. Lang is still here, simple tea and light meals can be delicacies from mountains and seas. Why should you be sad?"

She spoke so frankly that Huang Song didn't know how to react.

Mrs. Qi said, "Regardless of victory or defeat, you have to live. This is the most precious thing to me. No honor status can be exchanged."

Huang Song choked for words and remained silent for a long time.

Madam Qi looked at him, feeling sour in her heart.

She accompanied Huang Song from youth to youth, and was about to enter the age of 40. How much she wanted to continue to accompany him and make an appointment to grow old.

"How can my concubine bear to look at you in embarrassment?" Mrs. Qi sighed, "Do whatever you want."

She and Huang Song are not a couple who respect each other like "ice", so she doesn't want to restrict Huang Song's choice with herself and her children.

Huang Song's throat choked up, not knowing what to do.

The outstretched hands stopped in the air, and it took a long time to wipe away those eyes-obstructing tears with the pulp of fingers.

He whispered, "Don't cry, these teardrops are not hanging on your face, they are clearly dripping on your husband's heart."

Huang Song and his wife have been married for many years, and he only saw each other's eyes turn red once, and that was when Meng Zhan proposed to promise him a clan woman as a concubine to win him over. But now he insisted on making her cry, Huang Song was so distressed that all kinds of love words came out.

Not only did Mrs. Qi not stop, but she cried even harder.

People who seldom cry, once they cry, their tears are like bursting a bank, and they can't stop no matter what, Huang Song was very frightened.

Huang Song could only pick her up and coax her like a child, talking a lot of good things.

"... Being a husband is not a single-minded character. A man can bend and stretch. He will never draw his sword and kill himself when he is defeated. You are still so young, and the child is still so young. Without the protection of your husband, you will be able to do it for your husband." I have to crawl back after going to the underworld." Of course Huang Song knew that if he was defeated, he would raise his sword and kill himself is the best protection for his family, but Qi Chaolan cried so sadly that his reason collapsed, "... Or, as a husband, you may not lose... If you win, wouldn't everyone be happy?"

Salted fish have dreams, let alone people.

The original hopeless and decadent mood was completely washed away by Qi Chaolan's tears, and Huang Song became high-spirited again.

He had to pull himself together, the situation wasn't too bad to be undone.

Huang Song talked and coaxed her for a long time before she stopped crying.

On this day, the husband and wife kept warm for a long time, and Huang Song woke up before dawn the next day.

He thought he got up very early, but Mrs. Qi didn't expect to get up earlier.

In other words, she didn't close her eyes that night.

"Madam, take someone back to Haozhou, and wait for your husband to go back."

She got up to help Huang Song get dressed, lowered her head and said, "Well, good!"

Watching Huang Song lead the people away, her figure gradually turned into small black dots, and her faltering emotions collapsed again.

However, she regained her composure this time without crying for a long time, and ordered her servants to pack up and set off back to Haozhou.