In Nanchang City.

The Mansion of the King of Han.

The main generals of the Han army stood on both sides of the convention hall, talking about the sudden attack on the Wu army by unknown people.

They hardly knew that this was Chen Li's actions, only Zhang Bixian, Zou Pusheng, Zhang Dingbian, and Luo Gang knew that the "wolf pack" Iron Guards would certainly not talk about it.

Chen Li doesn't want more people to know their strength. Solving the mystery before the time comes will cause unnecessary trouble.

He asked the generals to read the map of the Wu army camp and said, "Everyone will talk about how to fight this battle."

Zhang Bixian was the first to stand up and said, "Give me a team of people. Before the enemy attacks the city, we will kill him first, and it will be uncomfortable when he is beaten."

Zhang Dingbian said: "No. This time Zhu Yuanzhang brought heavy weapons. Before you could get close, they launched a wave first, so that we would suffer a lot. When you rushed to them, the elite cavalry led by Chang Yuchun would fight. His army is the best at charging, and we are by no means an opponent."

Zhang Bixian glared and said, "Then we'll wait for the beating."

Zhang Dingbian said, "Third brother, if you have the battle, why are you anxious? Our city is tall and strong, and there are nearly 80,000 defenders. In terms of military tactics and experience, 10,000 defenders can be enough to 50,000 soldiers siege the city. In this way, as long as our army sticks to it, Zhu Yuanzhang's 300,000 troops will not do anything to us."

Zou Pusheng said: "We have a lot to stick to, but we are afraid that they will not fight. Over time, the morale of the army will inevitably be shaken. By then, although we have sufficient food, we have too much military damage, which is not easy to replenish.

"As far as I know, although General Zhang has many troops stationed in the city, his combat effectiveness is not strong. As long as they can hold on to the end, it will be great. I really don't like you to let them rush towards the dark enemy."

Zhang Bixian was anxious and said, "Who said that my army's combat effectiveness is weak? My ten thousand veterans have been through a long battle formation and have never retreated."

Zou Pusheng smiled and said, "Didn't the general say that you can have? The combat power you can have is only 10,000, and the 20,000 elite soldiers available to the King of Han are only more than 30,000. The remaining ones are only three, or even four people are worth one."

Zhang Dingbian said: "The Master is very good at plotting. Third brother is still thinking about how to defend the city. It is not too late to fight when the time is right."

Zhang Bixian saw Zhang Dingbian trying his best to stop him from going to the battle, so he had to bulge his eyes and get angry.

Chen Li listened to them having a long argument before saying, "Since the second uncle and the Grand Master advocated persistence, let's stick to it. Let's see how Zhu Yuanzhang reacted first. All generals must be ready to fight the Wu army's siege at any time. You must prepare enough military equipment to fight a protracted war."

When everyone dispersed, Chen Li thought about the promise he had made to Zhang Bixian before, and no matter what he said, he would tell the lies so that he would not doubt it and lose the chain at the critical moment.

Zhang Bixian lives in a large mansion, which is a house given up by the richest rich man. On the surface, it is a gift, but these grass-roots heroes are all bandit-like. As long as they like something they want, they will find everything they want. They hold the army in their hands and want to find fault with whom they want, that is not enough.

This house is built in a very grand manner, with houses coming in and out, pavilions and pavilions standing in a large garden, dozens of tall trees are planted in an orderly manner, and are filled with qinhua and grass.

There is a pond built inside, and the water flowing in the circulating pond is clear and red koi are raised inside. Hundreds of fish are swimming in it and it looks very beautiful.

Chen Li did not let the servants inform him, and walked along the way and slowly watched. When he walked to a temple, he suddenly heard the singing from it.

I have a sharp sword, but I have no sheaths.

I was worried, but why did I live in this Hua room?

Since you live in Huashi, how can you receive the unsuccessful reward?

It's pitiful, but it's a broken skin.

It's pitiful, but the broken skin is a strategy.

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The singing is accompanied by the sound of the piano, repeated over and over again, full of endless melancholy.

Chen Li listened for a while and wondered why this rhythm was not the ancient rhyme he heard in Jiangzhou, but it was similar to modern pop music.

Chen Li was curious and couldn't help but want to go in and see which guy was so advanced that he invented the prototype of his descendants' pop music hundreds of years ago.

He stepped forward and knocked on the carved red painted wooden door.

The person singing inside said, "Please come in, but don't talk."

Chen Li gently pushed open the door and saw a pale, thin and short-sized young man closing his eyes and playing the piano, still singing the song ahead.

Chen Licai doesn't care about his words. Since he comes in, he has to look at the final answer and asks you clearly. You are still pretending to be a slut. He really thinks you are a strange person.

Chen Li smiled and said, "You sang very well, I wonder where I learned it?"

The young man's face was slightly angry, and his eyes closed and he said unhappily: "Don't talk."

Chen Licai ignored him and said, "Where did you learn this song? It's good. Do you have any other songs? Let me listen to it."

The young man then opened his eyes and looked at Chen Li, who was full of vigor and vigorous appearance in front of him.

Seeing that Chen Li was extraordinary, handsome and free, he forced himself to hold back his unhappy words. Of course, he understood that if he could enter here without any scruples, this person must have a background.

He stood up barely, bowed and said, "Brother, who is here? What's the matter?"

Seeing that he was only four feet tall when he stood up, he was too short and looked sickly, he probably was Zhang Xiaowu, the only son of Zhang Bixian, whom Zou Pusheng mentioned.

He smiled and said, "I guess you are the Prime Minister's Young Master Xiaowu brother?"

Zhang Xiaowu couldn't touch Chen Li's background. Seeing that he knew his name, he became even more confused and said, "Brother, it's..."

Chen Li didn't answer and said, "Your song is very nice. Did you write lyrics and compose music by yourself?"

When Zhang Xiaowu heard Chen Li liked his songs, he immediately forgot everything and said happily: "Brother, I really like my songs. I'm afraid you are the only one in the world who says this."

Chen Li said: "Of course, I'll sing a song for you, how about you listen?"

Zhang Xiaowu clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay, okay, please, brother."

Chen Li thought about it and sang to him a song "The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms".

This song was learned by him in elementary school. It was simple and smooth. After he learned it, he still remembered it until he grew up and became a man. He hummed a paragraph from time to time. When he was in Jiangzhou, he sang it to three girls. They had never heard of modern music. They all said it was strange and not good, so Chen Li had to stop talking in disappointment.

There is no way, how can they understand and accept this kind of modern music? The influence of concepts and environment is deeply rooted. If it is separated from this category, almost no one can accept it.

After listening to it with wide eyes, Zhang Xiaowu looked at Chen Li in surprise and said, "Brother, I am really a god. The tune you sang is similar to the song I compiled. I admire you, admire it, it is really high."
Chapter completed!