The solar system is broken

The moment the writer sat down, Professor Wang's eyes were firmly locked on the writer.

The conflict between doves and hawks is really based on personal emotions, and even a person who has never met can be so angry.

However, the doves are currently on the defensive. As Huo Shan's army grows stronger and the war begins, the hawks become completely tougher.

"Are you a subordinate of that rogue general?" The tone was very contemptuous, with a natural sense of superiority.

The writer ignored him. He was a man with corrupt personal ethics.

"Boy, you'd better not meet me again!" He pressed the table hard with his hand.

The round table was tilted slightly, and the soup was full of soup on the table.

"What are you barking at?" the writer winked at him.

"You..." Angry.

"Okay, okay," the anger turned into a smile, with a threatening tone, "What's your name?"

"A dog doesn't deserve to know my name." The writer pulled a piece of paper and gently wiped away the residual burn from the corner of his mouth.

"My name is Wang Shu, and if you're named Han, you're dead."

Wang Shuo left the scene angrily, and when he walked past the writer, he tripped hard on the corner of the table.

"Humph~" the writer sneered.

You simply don’t know how to live or die. As a general, Huo Shan will not be shaken by you no matter what.

"Young man, you may be in trouble," the old man sitting opposite said.

"That Professor Wang?"

The old man nodded, "Well, Professor Wang is a close confidant of Durance, and he is parachuting into the General Staff these days!"

Durancy was naturally the speaker who was not killed last time. As a representative of the dove faction, he started to jump out again.

"Staff?

The General Staff Department is really a big dyeing vat, and anyone can get involved.

I don’t know what consensus Huo Shan reached, allowing them to randomly place their spies throughout the army.

"Yes~" the old man breathed out.

"You don't have to worry too much," the old man looked at the writer's solemn expression. "Initially, their army will send troops to Hequ in the middle of next month, so they won't be able to offend you."

As a staff officer in the army, wouldn't that be the same as myself?

Isn't this...the world too small? With every meal you have, your enemies will increase by one.

"Hmm..." The writer nodded dully, it was really wonderful.

Which group of writers do you belong to? Neither.

The hawks in Huoshan are mainly military figures, mainly red-blooded people.

The doves are headed by Durancy, and together with the congressmen, they are considered the upper class.

As for Moss, he is a pure politician, he is not in any faction at all.

The writer's embarrassment is that his friend is the leader of the hawks, but he has to act under the instructions of the centrists. But his own emotions are more inclined to the doves.

They are totally different.

But it doesn't matter which faction you belong to, as long as you have enough chips in your hand, no one will dare to mess with you.

Looking at the retreating figure, the writer didn't think much.

After drinking some more juice, I stood up and said goodbye.

The groom's father looked at the writer thoughtfully.

He said to the groom, "This son will become a great person. The future is limitless, so it is better to..."

"Get rid of it?"

"Except for the head," the old man knocked on the groom's head.

The groom was puzzled, "Dad, didn't you say that..."

"That's a novel," the old man shook his head. "That Professor Wang is just a clown. You don't need to pay attention to him. General Huo will deal with him sooner or later."

"Dad means..."

"This young man is a big shot," the old man was speechless about his son with an impressive brain, so he could only say it clearly.

"He is not General Huo's friend." Shocked.

"I don't know, but he is very popular, has quick thinking, and with his outfit, he is not a simple person."

When the old man was toasting, he glanced at the writer's cane.

The cane was very new, which meant that the person did not use it because of mobility issues (it might have been a new one).

Since it is not worn because of illness, it has other purposes, such as self-defense weapons.

I wonder who would need to carry self-defense weapons in such a harmonious city.

Of course, the fact that he has no bodyguards also shows that his status is not particularly high.

The old man squinted his eyes and asked someone to check the writer's gift list.

Seeing the word "Han Lin", the old man thought for a moment and had no impression of this name.

...

...

evening.

River meander, city suburbs, top of Nanshan Mountain.

"One hour, three horses."

"A total of 8 riders came out, 7 came back, and one person was injured."

"There are four copper pots on the city tower, guarded by 40 people, with a team of 5 people patrolling once an hour."

...

Huo Shan, wearing a telescope and camouflage, lay on the mountain and looked at the open impact plain under the scorching sun.

Behind him was Chrissy, holding a pistol in his hand and looking nervous.

"Ahem~" Huo Shan spat, but his throat was dry and astringent.

The sun after autumn is still scorching, and the so-called flowing gold is nothing more than that.

"General," Chrissy handed over a kettle.

Huo Shan did not refuse this time, opened the kettle and took a sip.

"Ah~" Huo Shan moaned extremely comfortably.

Chrissy was very nervous. The merchant cavalry ran past the mountain several times. He could even hear the conversation of those riders from a distance.

But I don't know what Huo Shan grew up on, so instead of returning, he just watched the cavalry for a while.

Following such a general is really a bit disturbing.

"General, what do we want to see?" Chrissy didn't understand why Huo Shan came to the front line in person, since the scouts had obviously been here many times.

Huo Shan held the kettle and shook his head. Krissy was still too young.

"Seeing and seeing are different."

For the entire army, Youzhou's spies have penetrated like a sieve, and all military defense matters have been gathered on the table of the staff office.

Chrissy really didn't understand why Huo Shan came to investigate at this time.

"You know, eyes can deceive, we have to see it with our own eyes to know..."

In the second half of the sentence, Huo Shan did not say that the intelligence was provided by the Doves and people under Moss. Although it was not false, it was still possible to conceal the information.

Although the doves do not necessarily want Huo Shan to lose this war, they certainly do not want Huo Shan to win smoothly.

Hui, a large northern city on the south bank of the river, has a five-foot road connecting it to the mainland.

It borders Gaocheng Observatory to the west, Xu, the largest vassal fief, to the southeast, and Meng and Hao to the south.

It is considered a traffic thoroughfare.

The staff unanimously believed that by capturing this city, they could threaten Chaoge along the entire impact plain to the southwest.

However, this city is not that easy to fight. The city is three feet high and two feet thick. It is entirely built with green bricks, and the plaster is made of thick glutinous rice. The entire city wall is extremely stiff.

The main firepower of the city-state now is a cannon with a caliber of only 30mm.

For such permanent fortifications of the city wall, it cannot be said that it is useless, it can only be said that it is basically useless.

It is estimated that hundreds of pieces may not be able to be knocked down.

The traditional siege of a city and climbing the wall, with the other side being condescending, Huo Shan is not a fool, so he will not engage in such tactics.

The city has 1,000 enemy cavalry and 800 civilians. With temporary transfers, more than 1,000 strong men can be organized.

Huo Shan only has 800 soldiers capable of fighting.

The remaining 1,500 people are still in the industrial zone to fool the useless useless consultants.

It is not easy to capture the entire city.

"General, how do we fight?"

Looking at the tall walls of the city and the patrolling merchant troops, he started to get angry slightly.

"It's a little difficult."

It is not impossible to blow up the city wall, but it is too wasteful of explosives and the long supply line cannot withstand such trouble.

The golden sun slowly sank from behind.

The setting sun dissipated from the mountains little by little, and Huo Shan's figure was continuously stretched by the glow.

The remaining power of the evening gradually faded away, and the citizens who had been farming for a day slowly walked back to the small road from the outer city with their old cows, in a tranquil and peaceful way.

The armored sergeant on the tower held a gleaming spear in his hand and stared at the sunset.

An ancient painting, very ancient.

Huo Shan tightened the kettle, squinted his eyes, and looked at Huocheng under the sunlight.

"But it's not impossible," the writer said with a cold expression, sweat beads rolling on his dark skin.

"General, is there any solution?"

"Go back first!"

Huo Shan said nothing.

The two turned around and descended Nanshan Mountain, walking into a dense forest.

The dense forest has completely darkened, and Huoshan's body is covered with shadows.

"Click~"

It's the sound of a bullet being loaded.

The leaves of an ordinary tree flickered, a black gun barrel stretched out, and a cold voice floated down.

"Password!"

"City-state!"

"Must win!"

"General, welcome back."

Bullet unloaded.

Chrissy was slightly shocked. This was not even the slightest difference from his municipal guards.

"Walk!"

Huo Shan waved to Chrissy and walked deeper into the jungle.

There, Chrissy saw a scene that shocked him through the dim light.

Hundreds of soldiers sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly lined up in several rows.

They held rifles in their hands and gnawed on a kind of hard bread with one hand, mixing it with water and munching it.

No one was moving around noisily, just like sculptures.

They took the time to rest, replenish food and water, and quietly waited for something.

Seeing Huo Shan coming, he didn't react at all.

Chrissy had witnessed Huoshan's army management and understood that his failure at that time was not accidental.

What is a profession? This is a profession.

Two adjutant-looking officers unfolded a map on a boulder and were drawing circles with pencils.

Several people who looked like messengers were half kneeling on the ground, listening to the officer's orders.

When Huo Shan came, the two officers stood up and silently saluted Huo Shan.

Huo Shan nodded, slowly raised his hand, and returned a military salute.

"The arrangements are in place," the officer whispered.

"Very good," Huo Shan nodded with satisfaction, "Let the artillery speed up. Even if your legs are broken, you have to cross the river four hours after sunset. I can't shoot you."

"yes!"

The officer shuddered.

Huo Shan's military laws are extremely strict, and any slightest problem will be severely punished. No one dares to disobey what he says.

"Pay attention to rest," Huo Shan stretched out his hand, patted the officer's shoulder, and walked straight to the map.

This move can be regarded as a combination of sweet dates and a big stick, shock and care.

The officer did not dare to neglect and immediately began to write military documents with pencil.