Duan Mingyu's estimate was correct. The tribal soldiers of the Khitan and Xi tribes could only draw more than 200,000 people, but Yelu Deguang general Yan Dihan general who surrendered to the Khitan was also incorporated into his own team. In this way, the army would have 400,000 people, and the logistics of the civilians had a total of 500,000 people, and the sea of ​​overwhelming pressure came over.

Among the people, Li Cunxu was calm and contented. He knew that with the 100,000 troops in Yanjing City, even 600,000 people could not help King Zhao. There were fewer examples of winning with less than the more? Fu Jian, the Former Qin Dynasty, led a million troops to cross the south, but in the end he was defeated by only 100,000 people. It can be seen that if the number of people is large, he may not be able to win. What's more, the Khitans had more than 100,000 Han generals in Yan. These people were originally fences, which was a huge variable. The variables of more than 100,000 people were enough to determine the war.

Duan Mingyu quickly swept away the generals' faces and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, this is really God helping me!"

The generals were shocked and looked at King Zhao together. Shang Rang couldn't help but ask, "Prince, 500,000 enemy troops are approaching, why is the prince so surprised?"

Duan Mingyu couldn't stop smiling and said, "The barbarians are harsh and have a tough personality. Now they are granted 500,000 people, which is like a trap. Khitan, the defeated general, is Zhao Kuo, who is talking about war on paper. What are you afraid of?"

He looked at the generals with a smile and said proudly: "Do you think the more troops, the better? Wrong, it's a big mistake. Han Xin's army is the better. Not everyone has the ability to lead hundreds of thousands of troops. In the past, Emperor Gaozu of Han had admitted that he could only lead a hundred thousand people at most. No matter how many, it would be beyond his ability to general soldiers. Yelu Deguang was young and had a ease in small battles. Although he had 500,000 people, what kind of virtue could he be able to surpass Emperor Gaozu of Han? Give him 500,000 troops without fighting, he would be confused by himself. Isn't this good news?"

When the generals heard this, they felt relieved and smiled relaxed again.

Duan Mingyu pointed forward with whip easily and said, "The whole army is ready for war. When Yelu Deguang arrives, I will beat his ancestors to accumulate virtue, and it will be difficult to eradicate the humiliation of defeat in the war!"

In the evening, Duan Mingyu immediately stepped back from the tent, and the guards outside the reconciliation said in a deep voice: "Shortly bring Wang Yanzhang, Li Cunxu, and Li Cunxiao to see me."

Wang Yanzhang was taking people to inspect the military camp and check the military discipline. Suddenly, he heard Duan Mingyu's news that he hurriedly abandoned Feng Ji's troops and rushed to the central army camp. Wang Yanzhang called and reported it to the central army tent. After entering the central army tent, he was stunned. In addition to Zhao Wang Duan Mingyu and sitting in the case, there were also Li Cunxu and Li Cunxiao. He was familiar with these two people. Li Cunxu was young and brave, and had good command of the troops. Li Cunxiao fought bravely and his personal combat power was above him. Speaking of being strong and brave in fighting, he had never been convinced of anyone except Li Cunxiao among hundreds of thousands of people.

A candle was lit in front of the desk, reflecting half of Duan Mingyu's face. The slight wind brought the candlelight to sway. Duan Mingyu's expression also became unstable. Seeing Wang Yanzhang coming in, before he could come forward to show his salute, Duan Mingyu said in a deep voice: "Yanzhang, don't be too polite, come, sit close to you!"

Wang Yanzhang was stunned and replied, "Yes!" Seeing that there was only one chair left in Duan Mingyu's table, Wang Yanzhang walked over and sat down with his body.

Duan Ming stared at Li Cunxu without turning his eyes and said, "Today, Xu Jing came from news that the Khitan army arrived in an instant. The generals all had a change of color on their faces and were panicked. I looked at the generals all over the world, but you were the only one who was calm. Why is that?"

Only then did Li Cunxu understand the reason why he summoned him and others, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Didn't the prince explain the reason before everyone?"

Duan Mingyu said seriously, "That's just a word I made to calm the morale of the army. The Khitan army is 500,000, and I am now 300,000. How can I match it? Moreover, the Khitan people are extremely brave. There are still 100,000 troops in Yanjing City, so it's not a decoration. After hearing the news, all the generals were shining. Only the three of you are calm and composed. I think I am already confident. Now I am in danger. What are your tricks? Please give me some advice!"

As he said that, Duan Mingyu Jing flashed away from the position of coach, bowed a long time to the three of them, then straightened his waist and looked at the three of them in a flash. His white and clean face was full of expectations.

Wang Yanzhang sat upright on the chair with a few **kills and golden swords. Duan Mingyu looked at the people. The three of them had bright eyes and flashed with infinite light of wisdom. Her peaceful expression seemed to be the one who saved the suffering. In a trance, there seemed to be circles of soft Buddha light rippling behind the three people's heads.

The above is what Duan Mingyu feels when he looks at the three of them at this moment.

In fact, the so-called "stable and stable" and "golden sword" are actually Wang Yanzhang and the other two were shocked and forgot to stand up while sitting on the chair.

The so-called bright eyes and flashing with infinite light of wisdom is because Xia Xun's eyes are already straight and he can't move his eyes at all.

And that peaceful expression like Guanyin Bodhisattva..., let's go, my guy is just dull and confused, okay?

Li Cunxiao was still fighting, and he was still able to rush to the front line. He was really stunned now, and he said in his heart: "I have a lot of confidence, brother! I'm not calm because you have been Xiaoqiang's life from beginning to end, and you can't kill you no matter how you fight? Why are you asking me for advice? How could I have a good way to teach you? If I had known this would be like this, why would I laugh at me at that time? This big-tailed eagle is awesome. You can ask the fortune teller. You ask me, who will I ask?"

"What do you think about filial piety? But please speak frankly." Duan Mingyu encouraged softly.

"Prince, just spare me. I just think that the soldiers come to block the enemy and the water comes to cover the enemy's body. How can there be a good solution?"

Wang Yanzhang also said with a sweating profusely, "Prince, I mean that. The 500,000 army will come when it comes. I am afraid that he will be a bird. At worst, I can kill him in seven or seven. I will still be a hero in twenty years."

Only Li Cunxu slowly adjusted his thoughts and said slowly: "Yanjing is the important foundation of the Khitan, and there is no need to lose any mistakes. Otherwise, all this foundation will be eliminated and all the morale of the army will be lost, and the defeat of the Khitan will inevitably be inevitable!"
Chapter completed!