"The opportunity to take revenge?" Bian Wushuang slowly put down the teacup in his hand, stroked his long beard, and looked at Bian Wenzhong.

"The Death Camp, the Death Camp, did not enter the city but was stationed on Maoer Mountain about three miles away from the city. Do you think they are stupid or arrogant?" Bian Wenzhong's eyes revealed an excited expression.

"Are you stationed outside the city?" Bian Wushuang's eyes showed a thoughtful look. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Let's go, let's see what's going on?"

On Maoer Mountain, the military flag of the Death Camp was flying high, but there was nothing but the military flag, and there was no figure. From the location where Bian Wushuang stood, the specific defense arrangements on the mountain were not visible, except for the red-repelled antlers and tunnel chest walls spread all over the hillside.

"Excellent!" Bian Wushuang stared at Maoershan with a look of admiration in his eyes. This was the admiration among his peers. "It is worthy of being the most capable army among the border troops in the western Chu State. I used to hear that this army was fierce in combat, but I didn't expect that when defending, I was also a first-class player."

"No matter how powerful it is, there are only two thousand people. It is easy to take them down." Bian Wenzhong said contemptuously: "Father, there are many people who have been handed over to their death camp. This time, it's just right to take revenge."

Bian Wushuang glanced at his son and said coldly: "War fighting on the battlefield is either you die or I die. Each of them is their own masters. There is no personal grudge at all. They die at the hands of the death camp. They are not capable of it. Even if you want to hate them, they will not hate them."

"I don't hate who do they hate?" Bian Wenzhong said very strangely.

After looking at his son, Bian Wushuang shook his head, "Boy, look at the matter and see the whole story. Don't be blocked by the scattered shadows in front of you. Isn't it so simple for the Bian family to die in the battlefield between the people in the border army?"

"Yes, father, I know the weirdness here, but after all, they eventually died at the hands of the people in the Death Camp. How could I not be angry when I saw them? How could we let them go when they sent them to us?"

Looking at his indignant son, Bian Wushuang laughed, "Wen Zhong, how much do you plan to take down the death camp in front of you?"

Bian Wenzhong was stunned for a moment, then looked at Maoershan in front of him, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, but he didn't say anything for a while.

Looking at his son who was not chanting, Bian Wushuang's eyes showed a hint of praise, "This is almost the same. He did not speak wildly, nor did he be careless about underestimating the enemy. The death camp has become famous over the years, but is not blown out, but real. Although it is trampled on the blood of our Qin border army, you also know that although our border army is a little simpler, it is not a fish barefoot, and its combat effectiveness is not bad."

Pointing to Maoer Mountain in front of him, Bian Wushuang said seriously: "In my experience, if we want to take down Maoer Mountain and wipe out the death camp, we will have to pay almost twice the casualties of the enemy."

"Our Thunder Army took action personally, and it would take such a large casualty to take it down?" Bian Wushuang opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Not bad." Bian Wushuang looked at his son, "Now, do you still insist on fighting?"

"Father, what if we organize the masters in the army to form a vanguard?"

"How many are you going to die?" Bian Wushuang sneered: "In the Thunder Army, there are 38 good players above level seven, and there are eighteen people who come here with us. If you recruit them all together, you can indeed break through the opponent's defense, but how many can they survive?"

Bian Wenzhong was silent.

Bian Wushuang turned over and got off the horse, just sat on the ground, patted the ground beside him: "Come on, sit down, Wen Zhong, I am usually busy with military and political affairs, and I rarely talk to you. Today, let's have a good chat. Let's talk to my father, are those martial arts masters who decide the outcome of a battle?"

"No." Bian Wenzhong sat next to his father as he was, but his expression was a little excited. Usually, his father is extremely majestic and rarely has such a kind look at him.

"Yes, martial arts masters have never been the last factor that determines the outcome of a war. The ones who can really determine the outcome of a war are the most ordinary warriors. Otherwise, the Cao family of Daqi would have been unified in the world long ago. To talk about martial arts masters, the four kingdoms in the world are not as good as Daqi. But after so many years, what can Daqi do to deal with our three kingdoms? Isn't this a stalemate?"

"It's not that martial arts masters are not important, but that they are not the winners and losers. The winners and losers are always the general trend. What you just said about summoning masters to form a commando can indeed easily break through the opponent's defense line, but according to my estimate, there will be no more than ten people who can survive in the end, and it will take at least ten years for an ordinary person to reach level seven or above. However, on the battlefield, they are likely to be easily ended by an ordinary soldier with an armor-breaking cone. Do you think this is cost-effective?"

Bian Wenzhong shook his head.

"More importantly, is this battle worth it?" Bian Wushuang laughed, "I told you all this to make you understand that the life of a soldier is precious, but when it is worth it, the life of a general is not worth cherishing."

"I understand my father." Bian Wenzhong nodded.

"Just like in front of me, it is not worth the life of a soldier. What is the purpose of our battle this time? Two, kill the main force of the western border army of Chu, the second, grab all the Anyang County and help our Qin through this natural disaster. Now our goal has been basically completed. Zuo Lixing has finished, and the western border army of Chu has finished. Now our army is taking everything we need in Anyang County. So, what else is worthy of a small suicide camp? From now on, we have controlled the Luoying Mountains. Chu wants to get back, but it's not even a few years. Don't even think about it, let alone from now on, will we watch him build a powerful border army again? Furthermore, Zuo Lixing has only one, and if he dies, there will be no more." Bian Wushuang smiled. "No matter how fierce the suicide camp is, he will be nothing if he leaves the entire western border army of Chu, which is a large group."

"My father said that there will be opportunities to deal with them in the future." Bian Wenzhong said.

"Wen Zhong, letting you come out with me this time is to let you learn more from this war. War is always just a means, not an end. War has always served political goals, just like we can easily conquer Anyang County and sweep the entire western part of Chu, but why don't we do this?"

"Just asking my father, many generals think so, and this is a good opportunity to strengthen my Daqin." Bian Wenzhong said: "It's a pity to let it go like this. Many people say that our upper class of Daqin is too timid."

"You think so too? Do you think I, Li Shuai, the emperor, and even Deng Pu, are timid people?" Bian Wushuang said with a smile.

Bian Wenzhong shook his head repeatedly.
Chapter completed!