"Fifth, he values ​​craftsmen but rather literati..."

"Sixth, it has dispersed the elite army of the Northwest Road, but it has not recruited a lot, so that the new army has only more than 100,000, and there is not enough defense..."

"Seventh, he made too many enemies..."

...

With a scattered look, Zheng Changshe was erect and even the many problems of the Northwest Road were a little surprised and suspicious when he heard it.

"General, a small background is nothing, a husband is the only one who can bend and stretch. Then Yang Yu is too domineering and me, he has too many enemies, and his bad habits are too deep..."

"Spy once reported that the people's hearts are clearly attached to the northwest road..."

Li Chuang reacted.

"Wrong."

"The general is very wrong!"

Zheng Changshe shook his head repeatedly:

"What is the heart of the people? Do the general think that the hearts of those peddlers and barracks are the hearts of the people? In fact, it is not the hearts of the aristocratic families, gentry, and powerful martial artists, and literati and poets are the hearts of the people..."

"I don't agree with Mr. Zheng's words."

Li Chuang's face twitched.

These words made him very uncomfortable.

"General! You are no longer the postman of that year. You must change your mind and never give up the roots and ends."

Zheng Changshe's words are very important:

"I want to ask, since ancient times, who has won the world by relying on peddlers and pawns? That is Zhang Yuanzhu..."

"Mr. Zheng, a certain family has little reading and doesn't read much. But what you said is wrong!"

Li Chuang had a rare cold look when he raised his hand to interrupt Zheng Changshe's words.

"General..."

Zheng Changshe's face looked a little ugly.

"I, Li Chuang, are just a postman in Qingzhou!"

After saying that, he left without looking at Zheng Changshe, who looked ugly behind him.

Huh ~

In Youzhou City, there are quite a lot of wind and snow, and there are few people.

Li broke out of the yard and felt open. Over the years, he was actually very depressed.

As Zheng Changshe said, Yang Yu opened up the foundation of the northwest with the Wanxiang Mountain, but wasn’t that the case?

But Yang Yu still has unparalleled force, so what else does he have?

Liansheng Sect, Qiankun Cave, aristocratic families, powerful gentry, and martial arts sects...

All kinds of forces were stirred up together, making him tireless and exhausted both physically and mentally.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

He murmured to himself in the wind and snow.

And beyond his expectations, a response came from the wind and snow:

"Yes, it shouldn't be like this."

"who?"

Li Chuang was shocked, pressed the knife, was alert, and turned around.

At the end of the alley in the wind and snow, there seemed to be scattered flames that had not dissipated. When he walked slowly, he saw a small temple that was half a height of only one person.
Chapter completed!