In the middle of the allied camp, Xinling Jun and Lian Po were looking at the feng shui map in front of them. The map showed the present Hangu Pass.
"What are your plans, Your Majesty? Are you going to wait for the siege equipment to arrive, or just pile up people?" Lian Po looked for a long time before asking.
Xinling Jun chuckled and asked, "Even if I were to take over a group of people, would those losers agree?"
Lian Po sneered and stopped worrying about it. After all, he knew the answer to this question even without being told.
"Then, Your Majesty, can you guarantee that once the weapons arrive, we will definitely be able to capture Hangu Pass? If not, then lead the troops and retreat early. Your Majesty is not caring about his own life, so I cannot ignore it either."
Lian Po's words were full of sarcasm. His good personal relationship with Xinling Jun was one thing, and the current state affairs were another.
Personal relationships and state affairs are two different things. Since Xinling Jun said such words a while ago, and we are on the march, we naturally have to treat them with the attitude of state affairs.
Lord Xinling seemed not to have noticed the sarcasm in Lian Po's words. He stared blankly at the feng shui map for a few seconds before saying:
"Old General, tell me, if the Crown Prince of Qin was shot dead while beating drums to cheer on the enemy at Hangu Pass, how much would the chances of taking Hangu Pass increase?"
Lian Po's eyes lit up. Since Xinling Jun asked this, he must know something.
"If the Crown Prince of Qin really ascends the city walls and beats the drum, I can surely shoot him down with a single arrow. Then, if the soldiers shout, 'The Crown Prince of Qin was shot dead by Lian Po with a single arrow!' Qin's morale will be halved, and it will only be a matter of time before we capture Hangu Pass."
Lord Xinling asked again, "What if the morale of the Qin soldiers does not weaken, but instead rises, and they become a desperate army? What should we do then?"
"Although I'm away at war, I know the current Crown Prince of Qin is the son of Ying Yiren, the hostage held in Handan. That boy has only been back in Qin for less than two years. How can he possibly hold such prestige within the army?"
Your Majesty, do not need to dwell on such an impossible matter. Simply tell me everything you have learned, and it will not be long before Your Majesty enters Xianyang."
Lian Po waved his hand, not considering what Xinling Jun meant by the pitiful army.
It is true that the army of the underdog will win, but how many such people are there? The only time a soldier of the underdog appears is when a highly prestigious figure is gone or falls into a desperate situation.
Now their coalition forces only want to break through Hangu Pass, not to kill prisoners like Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an.
Since the Qin soldiers were not in a desperate situation and the Qin prince did not have such prestige, why should we consider the so-called pitiful soldiers?
As for the commander of Hangu Pass, Biao Gong, Lian Po really didn't take him seriously. Ever since Bai Qi passed away, Lian Po had never been intimidated by anyone!
The lights in the tent flickered again, and the voices of Lian Po and Xinling Jun talking became quieter, as if they were discussing some secret.
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