"My scouts are only responsible to me! Moreover, the information transmitted between the various units must pass through the central army, otherwise it will be impossible to distinguish the authenticity of the information." Wu Sangui said solemnly, "He Jin's troops are stationed on the edge of the right wing. He should send out scouts to investigate the situation within a few miles."
"Today, he was attacked by Jiannu cavalry over a long distance. Obviously, there was something wrong with his own scouts. What does it have to do with me?"
"You're talking nonsense," Gao Yigong was furious. "It's clearly your responsibility, but now you're turning the tables and blaming He Jin."
Wu Sangui's face was filled with helplessness: "Gao Yigong, it's not the one with the loudest voice who is right! He Jin died on the battlefield, and everyone feels uncomfortable, but this is a fact that has already happened. You can't bring He Jin back to life by accusing me of this crime."
"Oh, I get it." Gao Yigong gritted his teeth, "Anyway, He Jin is dead, you can say whatever you want. After all, there is no evidence after death!"
Bang!
Wu Sangui slammed the table and stood up: "Gao Yigong, why don't you, a bandit surrendered general, slander me? No one wants He Jin to die, but he is already dead. Instead of arguing with me here, you should lead your troops to find the Jiannu and avenge him."
Wu Sangui’s other words were not a big deal, but the words “bandit surrendered” made more than half of the generals stand up at the same time.
Gao Yigong of the central army, Ma Shiyao, Liu Tichun, Li Guo and Li Laiheng of the right wing were all bandits who later surrendered to the court.
Compared with those generals who come from military families or are military candidates, they are more or less inferior.
Everyone knows it, so they won’t talk about it openly, let alone use it as an excuse to attack others.
Now that Wu Sangui has brought this matter to light, it is an attack on their self-esteem.
Gao Yigong pointed at Wu Sangui's nose and said, "What's wrong with the bandits? Good birds choose trees to roost in since ancient times. If you can't stand it, you can speak out openly. There's no need to play dirty tricks."
"When did I ever play dirty? You'd better explain yourself clearly!" Wu Sangui rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight Gao Yigong.
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