Seeing Du Zhongxiao's indifferent attitude, Shisanlang said, "To be on the verge of control, in my opinion, the Khitans are nothing great! In today's battle, I rushed in and out of the five hundred iron armored enemy formation, and no one was killed, but only more than 30 people were injured. Although I had iron armor, I could fight four, and I was not weaker than the Khitan!"

Du Zhongxiao said: "When did I say that I am weaker than the Khitan? The Khitan elite soldiers come from the king's tent and from the various divisions of the great nobles. Your newly added elite soldiers are the fourth army. How could they be weaker from the selected number of people?"

Shisanlang touched his head: "I heard from Shi Tuanlian that the Khitan soldiers are strong, but the soldiers of this dynasty are not as good as those of the army. After hearing this, I feel it is like this."

Du Zhongxiao shook his head: "When did I say that the Khitan soldiers were strong? What I mean was that the Khitan army was strong. Over the past century, the Khitans had the upper hand in the Central Plains, and basically had no defeat. Everyone thought they were strong. When they were defeated, no one would say that."

It’s not that Du Zhongxiao recognized what Shi Quanbin said, but that he had long been numb to this statement, and history has proved that this is just a self-deception of the loser. Because of failure, because of failures again and again, smart people began to find the cause and prescribe medicine. Seeking truth from facts is too low in their eyes. We must find Ichinato and find the most fundamental reason they think.

Some people say that because there are no horses, some people say that nomadic people are tall and hardworking, some people say that the political system is not good, some people are smarter, saying that it is because the Han culture is not good, and some people are not good at humanity. Of course, Du Zhongxiao has seen history and knows that there is no reliable horse, and that the army with horses cannot be defeated even if it is corrupted. There is no way to start with the tall and hardworking army. The imperial guards are much taller than the Khitan and Dangxiang Army at this time. The Han people are hardworking, and the Hu soldiers are the ones who are extravagant and lewd. Those who say that the political system is not good, are even more magical. If the army can fight, they must give enough benefits to leading troops. The best is the hereditary aristocratic system, which uses other people's flesh and blood to support them, and they are determined to reverse the history. If culture is not good, the idea is It is extremely strange. It is obviously the army that cannot defeat the enemy, but it is said that it is national culture, especially literati. It is bad for two thousand years of civilization, but it is bullied because it is a cesspool. The more the army that is defeated repeatedly, the more favored it is, the more they are attracted by them. Those who are combat-capable will be identified by them. As for those who are denied from culture to race, the simpler opinions are. Being foreigners in culture and introducing foreigners in genetics. Men marrying foreigners is to bring glory to the country, and women marrying foreigners is to change their races to their nation. No matter what happens, it is a good thing. In newspapers and species programs, countless people are praising mixed-race children. They are the most beautiful and the smartest. This group has been discriminated against for two thousand years and has returned them in decades.

Du Zhongxiao had seen too many of them, because he failed, not only on the battlefield, but also on culture, so he knelt on the ground and could not stand up again. At this time, the habit of calling the Hu people a fishy wind. He never took a bath all year round, ate raw meat and blood, and was cruel and cruel, and became masculinity in their mouths. Even their pores were large, covered with hair, and body odor became manly. And gentleness, courtesy and conciseness, became pedantic in his eyes and became pedantic and unwolf-like. They felt that they wanted to be beasts.

When kneeling on the ground, even the spirit is crawling on the ground. When licking other people's stinky feet, how can they know truth, goodness and beauty? In addition to praising the smelly feet they lick, can they smell the fragrance and smell? People who like to say that they are not good at culture are mostly cultural people. One is to reflect seriously, and the other is to pursue a stunning success. They may not have the ability to oppose culture. What they prefer is to step on the former cultural people, and use some nouns from their own unknown places to look around, and listen to the few nouns that come from the ears, and feel proud.

It is better to be able to say what you can do than do, it is better to be sarcastic than to be able to say what you can sarcastic than to be able to sarcastic than to be able to sarcastic than to be able to be able to be arrogant, it is better to be able to be arrogant than to be able to be arrogant than to be able to be arrogant. It is nothing more than that literati are afraid of literary sticks, literary sticks are afraid of literary sticks, and literary sticks are afraid of group of literary sticks and literary sticks.

Du Zhongxiao once organized a training class by his unit, and the teacher he invited was like this. The podium was full of nonsense, and nothing was useful, and his favorite was boasting. Which university he was from abroad, who was his mentor, and after returning to China, they became the ancestors. The biggest record was because the boss of a huge enterprise did not recognize what they said, and organized a group of classmates, colleagues, and all kinds of magazines to swear. Is this a typical literary gangster? They organized it and raised the banner, and scolded others so that they dared not speak. What is the solution? How could so many people be shameless?

Du Zhongxiao learned history lessons, and the textbooks confronted the Chinese history: the feudal autocratic empire of the Song Dynasty was basically mature, and the more mature the later it went, and reached its peak in the Qing Dynasty. Why? It was nothing more than that the army was a mess in system, with more internal suppression and insufficient external combat. The later it was more and more difficult to return, and foreign enemies became more and more ugly. This statement, feudalism and autocracy combined, revealing a strange feeling.

The issue is not discussed because of recognition, but because Du Zhongxiao has seen it, which is much more serious than the fear of the enemy at this time. In a battle today, Du Zhongxiao understood that it was not difficult to defeat Yelu Chongyuan this time to rescue Tanglong Town, but he just didn't know the final result. If Yelu Chongyuan was strong, he must continue to fight. When the infantry and artillery all came up, he would run away if he wanted to.

He Sanlang was accompanied by officials, inspecting various warehouses, inspecting grain and grass, and military storage. After seeing several warehouses, there was no problem and he was in a particularly relaxed mood. It was almost evening, and he said to the public official Qi He who had been with him: "At the festival level, what good restaurants are there in the city? I will invite my colleagues to have a drink tomorrow."

After hearing this, Liu He smiled and came up, whispering: "Does Tixia just eat wine? Do you like listening to singing songs? There is a young lady here, and singing songs may not be good. You can tell that it is cold and hot. In this cold weather, it is very helpful to warm the bed."

He Sanlang shook his head repeatedly: "How can this be done? Don't say that I'm not good at that, I can't imagine it! This is just a wartime drink, just drinking a glass of wine, calling prostitutes is a death sentence! Why, are you not in charge of the city?"

Liu He shook his head repeatedly: "It's not a matter of siege like this for a day or two, so how could he ban such a thing? Didn't Tixia think it's costing money? I told you that you have your own way and don't have to spend money."

He Sanlang heard this and said, "There is still something that doesn't cost money? It's really weird here!"

Qi He smiled mysteriously: "Tixia doesn't know that we, the people in charge of the city, have this benefit. We don't spend money on drinking and eating, and we don't spend money on sleeping, and we have our own way. Everyone is used to it. If you don't do it, you can't continue to do this job."

He Sanlang took over the situation when he entered the city. He did not have the time to care about the matter in the city, but just took it as interesting news.

In a small courtyard in the city, Cheng Yue entered the door, glanced at the girls sitting together in the corner, gestured to the guards, and whispered: "After killing Cui Duying, um--"

The guard nodded quickly, Cheng Yue patted his shoulder and entered the inner room.

A girl named Shaoyao in the corner saw all this, her heart tightened, and guessed that something big was wrong. They were either captured or sold to these people, and they had been knowing how these people were. Since yesterday, Cui Duying, who had been regarded as distinguished guests, was suddenly tied up and locked up in the inner room for interrogation. In the past, they were cold and ruthless when they turned against each other, and they were really scary when they turned against each other.

Cheng Yue entered the inner room, looked at Cui Duying tied to the legs of the table, stepped forward and stepped on it, and said, "Mr. Cui, I have been thinking about it for a day. I should think clearly, right? As long as you tell me how many Khitan works are in the city and how many people know about it, I will let you out of the city. Now there is still a Khitan camp outside, and you are still rich and prosperous all your life. If you don't say it, I can't wait. The reinforcements of the Song Dynasty have arrived outside the city, and they will win a big victory today, and they will continue the battle another day. In my opinion, the Khitans outside the city are no match for the reinforcements and will retreat soon."

Cui Duying spat: "How can I trust you, a capricious villain? If you say it, you will be killed by you!"

Cheng Yue said coldly: "If you don't say it, it's not a knife. Grandpa cuts you one by one today! I want to see how hard your mouth is! It's just killing a few Khitan's meticulous works, or a military merit from Grandpa!"

Cui Duying said: "Do you think others are stupid? How many years have I been in Tanglong Town? Who doesn't know that we have a close relationship? You have always treated me like a guest! Everyone in the town knows that I am a member of Lord Yelu of Khitan!"

"From today, you will be nothing! If you cut you off today, you will not leave your entire body to you!"

After saying that, Cheng Yue said to the soldiers on the side: "Come on, peel off this guy's clothes, cut it with a sharp knife, and cut it alive! Finally, he took this guy's heart and grandpa wanted to bring it to drink!"

A soldier crossed his hands and praised Nuo, took out a bright wrist-removing knife, stepped forward and tore off Cui Duying's clothes.

Cui Duying closed his eyes, his face pale, and he squeezed out two lines of tears. He regretted that he had done too many things in violation of national laws in the past few years. The Song Dynasty could not stay anymore and wanted to join the Khitan and hand over Tang Longzhen. He was shocked and went to find Yelu Chongyuan for him. He thought it was a great achievement, but he didn't know that when the Khitan army arrived, Yu Jingyang put himself in house arrest, and today he wanted to take his life.

Cheng Yue sat aside, holding a wine pot in his hand, taking a sip of wine, and watching the soldiers cut a piece of bloody meat from Cui Duying's body.
Chapter completed!