The dynasty declined, and all parts of the country revolted, and above Huaibei was headed by the "Fu Wang".

The king of Fu was extremely powerful, and everywhere he passed, the soldiers and officers all surrendered, and occasionally resisted, but they were defeated.

The king of Fu is good at riding and shooting, and he is very strict, but the most powerful person in the army of the king of Fu is also known to the king.

Wen Renjun, the words are even, the king is a military teacher, and he is a person in the world of strategy and sophistry.

……

The weak man wearing a white jade crown stood on the high city tower, squinted his eyes into the distance, and after a moment of silence, he turned sideways and whispered a few words to the general behind him before leaving.

When he arrived at the temporary residence in the city, he was summoned to the council room, waved his hand to let the scholar who wanted to speak and stop talking, and Wen Renzi raised his head neatly and drank the bitter potion, gave the bowl to the scholar, and left with the summoned soldiers.

When he arrived outside the council hall, the soldiers stopped, Zijun approached alone, and heard several voices arguing impatiently from a distance, and when he arrived at the door, he saw that although the man at the top did not speak or frown, he was already on the verge of exploding, and the strategists were suddenly unaware, and they were still arguing with their own opinions.

Zijun coughed lightly before walking in, and sure enough, all the sounds disappeared, and the first person to look at it was the first tall and mighty man, and the sudden soft breath made him want to smile, but the thought of the current situation flattened the corners of his mouth.

The man waved everyone back, and Zijun was calm in the indignant gaze of the strategists, and he could even smile and salute.

When the two of them were left, Zijun walked to the map and asked, "What did you just hear about the golden juice?" "If that's what he thinks......

With a heavy back, the man's warm snort sprayed in his ears, and a magnetic voice sounded: "It's the one you think, and I don't know what those idiots think." ”

Zijun looked at the signs on the map and frowned, the so-called "golden juice" is a soup made of feces, which is spilled on people's bodies when defending the city, and it is very easy to get sick and cause the body to ulcerate, because there is no good solution, people often amputate their limbs or even let them flow freely.

But not to mention that the current army is scattered, it is basically impossible for anyone to attack the city, as far as the shape is concerned, it is not advisable to defend the city, after all, their goal is not this city, the most important thing is that at this time, because of the tyranny of the king, the people are dissatisfied, everyone's nerves are very tight, if this time uses the "golden juice" method, it is estimated that the reputation of the cruelty of the king will spread the next day.

I don't know what kind of mind the person who came out of this mention yì is thinking. A dark light flashed in Zijun's eyes.

"We don't need to defend the city, look here," Zijun's fingertips crossed the map, "Follow this road to Liancheng as fast as possible without meeting the rebels on the other side of Liangcheng, I just looked, the weather will be sunny these days, if nothing else, we can get to Liancheng in five days, and then ......"

found that the person lying on his back did not respond for a long time, Zijun stopped talking, did not turn his head, and sighed lowly: "What are you angry about?" ”

King Fu said sullenly: "Zijun, you didn't call me today." ”

“…… Zi'an, hmm...... Relent. ”

"Oh, don't, Zijun, you've been busy for several days, let's rest for a while......"

"No, there's a lot more to ......"

"But I'm tired."

“…… Okay, hmm...... Wait, didn't you mean rest! ”

"That's rest."

“…… This is the council chamber! ……”

"Heh, can anyone hear me?"

"No, General!" ×8

“……”

The soldiers guarding outside the council hall looked dignified and closed the door considerately.

……

Considering Zijun's body, the army still set off a day late. Zijun took the medicine bowl handed over by the scholar, and suddenly, his fingers rubbed the bottom of the bowl without a trace.

Zijun raised his head and asked the scholar gently: "Sanju, did you meet anyone when you came over?" ”

The scholar thought for a while and said, "I met Lord Wang on the path." ”

"Lord Wang, Wang Liang?"

Now it seems that they are the only strategists who will be called adults, and the soldiers and generals generally call Wen Renzi "military advisors" instead of adults.

"Yes."

Zijun's fingertips moved again, he didn't drink the medicine, and put the bowl down: "You help me call Vice General Zhang over." ”

"Yes."

A strategist came to the king of Fu, saying that the king was slandered by the military advisors, and there was no room for the slightest place to order the execution of the king without even informing the king, and his heart was punishable.

King Fu, who was holding a wolf pen next to the low shelf, didn't raise his head, "It's indeed his heart that can be punished." Before the strategists kneeling on the ground showed their joy, they heard him say, "Come, take down all the strategists who are dissatisfied with the military advisors, and behead them tomorrow." ”

It wasn't until the unbelievable strategist was forcibly taken away by the soldiers that King Fu raised his head and asked Deputy General Li standing beside him: "You say, this wolf has a pen, he will like it." ”

Vice General Li glanced at the pen seriously, and nodded sincerely: "The military advisor will like it, as long as it is sent by the general, the military advisor thinks it is excellent." ”

King Fu glanced at him approvingly, and went to find someone with a wolf pen: "You don't have to follow. ”

"Yes."

……

Soldiers are coming to the Imperial City, but unlike everyone thinks, the Imperial City is not only scattered soldiers.

The black army was arrayed outside the city, the two forces expanded, the battle line was lengthened, and it faced the army of the king of Fu who came menacingly.

"This is ......" There are generals in the army who can't help but be shocked by the momentum.

"Crane Wings." Zijun said lightly, glanced at the general, the man suddenly felt a chill, thinking of the military division's usual methods, and swallowed his saliva silently.

The crane wing formation, named after the shape of the crane wing, is an offensive and acceptable formation, if used properly, can cause heavy casualties to the enemy, according to the logic of the formation to crack the formation is the tortoiseshell formation.

Not to mention that there are very few heavily armored soldiers in the Fuwang army that are not enough to form a tortoiseshell array, the opponent occupies a favorable terrain, and his own side is to attack the city, and the tortoiseshell array with heavy defense is not applicable.

The form of the city is not yet known, if they boldly push the city with heavy troops, it will do more harm than good, and they will not have more time to delay, so in this case there is only ......

Zijun looked at the army in the distance, which suddenly became panicked, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Strategist, it seems that the generals have succeeded."

"Yes." The heart that hung high finally fell halfway.

Cheng Wang, sure enough, he is still as rigid as before, and there is no progress at all, Zi'an can be so smooth, it seems that the follow-up preparations can be avoided.

……

Zijun looked coldly at King Cheng in front of him, and calmly said the bloody plot of Totoro for the prince.

King Cheng's dying struggle seemed to be expected, Zijun no longer looked at the person who was directly pierced through the heart, he had already returned the cause and effect of this life, and all that was left was ......

Zijun lowered his eyes and looked at the bandaged arm, listening to the rough voice of the man next to him, obviously angry but full of concern and trembling fear, and smiled lightly.

King Fu glared at Zijun, and he still had a smile on his face! I wonder how worried he is! God knows that when he saw King Cheng pull out the sword he had secretly hidden and stab at this person, his heartbeat was about to stop!

Thinking that this time he must teach a lesson to the military advisor who doesn't care for his body, he overturned his idea of the last second very unprincipledly in the next moment.

Zijun wrapped his arms around the man's neck, leaned his head lazily on the other party's shoulder, and his clear and clean voice was a little ambiguous because of the words he spitted out: "Zi'an, when will you marry me?"

“…… Come! Hold the post-closure ceremony now! ”

Generals: "......"

By the way, general, do you remember that you haven't ascended the throne yet?