Just as Chen Li and Zhang Xiaowu were having a good chat, Zhang Bixian hurried over. Seeing Chen Li inside, he hurriedly said, "The King of Han is here, I am in a hurry to welcome you. Please move to the hall to use tea."

Chen Li smiled and said, "Isn't this a happy conversation with the third uncle's young master? It's better to be here."

Zhang Bixian glanced at Zhang Xiaowu fiercely and smiled apologized: "The dog is not doing his job well all day long and is not serious. Don't be surprised by the King of Han."

Chen Li said: "Isn't this good? What are you familiar with? Brother Xiaowu is only learning superman, so why don't Uncle San let him come out to do things?"

When Zhang Xiaowu heard that the person in front of him was the King of Han, he hurriedly knelt down and bowed.

Zhang Bixian sighed and said, "I have read a lot of Tuzishu, but my body is too weak and I often sleep in bed. How can he be of great use? In recent years, I have been cynical and have compiled some weird songs and sang them everywhere, just like a brothel singer."

Chen Li smiled and said, "Who said that Brother Xiaowu is weird? I like to listen to the lyrics and songs he makes."

Zhang Bixian smiled awkwardly and said, "Is that right? Only King Han praised him. Let's go, let's go and use tea. Our uncle and nephew will have a few cups later."

Chen Li said: "This place is pretty good, let's talk here."

When Zhang Bixian saw Chen Li say this, he had to pull a small table away and let the servants serve tea.

After sitting down, Zhang Xiaowu bowed to Chen Li again, and sat aside in a manner, looking at Chen Li attentively.

Of course, he heard Zhang Bixian talk about Chen Li. He always disagreed before. Today, he was so excited that he realized that the King of Han in front of him was really not an ordinary person, and how could he compare with Chen Li he had seen before?

When Zhang Bixian talked about the past, he not only sighed for a long time, but also sighed that the world was unpredictable and fate was impermanent.

Chen Li was thinking about how to explain his adventure to Zhang Bixian, but Zhang Bixian's face was dim and looked at Chen Li and said solemnly: "There are no outsiders here, let's talk about our uncle and nephew."

Chen Li hurriedly said, "Of course, it should be true. If you don't say it at this time, when will you say it?"

Zhang Bixian said: "What is your nephew's opinion on the upcoming war?"

Chen Li said: "Didn't you set a basic strategy in the morning? Does Uncle San have new ideas?"

Zhang Bixian sighed and said, "Zhu Yuanzhang's 300,000 army surrounded the city like a bucket. Although everyone was preparing for war, everyone was panicked and afraid behind their backs. Everyone knew that if the city was captured, Chang Yuchun would like to kill prisoners the most, and many soldiers were thrilled in their hearts, and they were not optimistic about us."

Chen Li frowned and said, "If everyone has this kind of worry, there may be civil strife in the city. Maybe someone wants to chop my head and give it to Zhu Yuanzhang."

Zhang Bixian picked up the white porcelain tea bowl, used the lid to pull the tea leaves on it, took a sip, and said, "Does the King of Han know why I have to fight desperately today?"

"Oh, why?"

Zhang Bixian put down the tea bowl and looked at Chen Li and said, "Of course I know that going to fight is useless, but many people are secretly speculating on our relationship. I do this to show them a clear position and let them know that I, Zhang Bi, are going to fight to the end."

Chen Li was savoring the meaning of Zhang Bixian's words, and Zhang Xiaowu said, "Did my father mean that someone secretly encouraged you to persuade the King of Han to open the city to surrender?"

Zhang Bi first glared at Zhang Xiaowu and scolded, "You are just smart, don't you know that the King of Han?"

Chen Li was shocked. Only then did he realize that the city of Nanchang was obedient quietly, but behind the scenes were surging behind his back. Maybe someone would rebel that day and wanted to take him down and open the city to surrender.

Chen Li glanced at Zhang Xiaowu with approval and said, "How did Brother Xiaowu judge it?"

Zhang Xiaowu said: "Zhu Yuanzhang's momentum is huge and his army is boundless. How many soldiers in the city are not afraid? How many are they optimistic that the heroes will win?"

"Except for Uncle Zhang, his father and the Grand Tutor, a few others loyally support the King of Han, the others have already had a strange intention, but they are afraid of the King of Han's dignity and timidity. At least the soldiers and people in Nanchang City think so. They all hope that King of Han, you will surrender voluntarily, so that their lives can be saved."

Chen Li suddenly felt cold all over, and his previous ambition disappeared. Yes, perhaps the one who was loyal to him was the Jiangzhou army and the fear of the people in Nanchang City. Even Zhang Bixian could not reverse it. How could they be willing to follow him to the end?

Besides, whether he can hold on to the end is not up to him alone. It has to work together for everyone to succeed. If the original military and civilians in Nanchang City are not optimistic about him, then he will definitely lose if he persists.

It turned out that he thought that with his immortality and invincible skills, the whole world was in his pocket. Now it seems that he has greatly underestimated everyone's wishes. Maybe Zou Pusheng already understood it, but he didn't have the right time to say it.

The so-called "tree" falls and scatters, and there are many birds. People in the world only choose to take sides based on existing facts. Who knows that Chen Li has the ability to shock the sky and cry ghosts?

Thinking about these days, not only did their soldiers, generals, and officials not only gradually decreased, but they were just decreasing. It turned out that everyone was not optimistic about him and was unwilling to defect to him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that one person's courage can only be a master. If you want to make the cake bigger, you must have all kinds of talents to join in and serve. You have to find ways to expand your influence and let everyone in the world know that Chen Li is a master worth following.

What can be done to achieve it? This is really a huge problem.

Chen Li looked at Zou Pusheng and said, "Brother Xiaowu is very knowledgeable. Why don't Uncle San let him follow me to do things?"

Zhang Bixian sighed and said, "A child has a lot of books and is not smart enough to be smart, but he just keeps talking about the overall situation. The whole world always makes me feel that he is so happy that he can't do it."

"He has also read a few books of military books, and he has a slight look. He is not as weak as a child and cannot practice martial arts. If a person who leads troops to fight does not have good health and skill, how can he lead his subordinates to charge into battle?"

Chen Li said: "Then let him plan just to give the soldiers a war?"

Zhang Bixian laughed and said, "Is the King of Han really confused or joking? Look at the moment, the one who led the army to fight is not a great martial arts. Since you are the leader of the entire army, everyone's eyes are staring at you. If you don't take the lead and rush forward, who will do their best? If you want to convince the public, the only way to establish prestige is to hold a sword and rush in front forever."

Chen Lixiang thought it was the same. Whether it was Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Youliang, Zhang Shicheng, Lu Zhen and Fang Guozhen, they were all warlords killed by swords and guns in their hands, without force as a support. Who would be willing to obey your command?
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