During this time, Wen Sheng didn't pay much attention to the news in Jingli because of his injury.

If she had heard of such a big thing before.

Why did Zhang Jibei bother to attack the prison of the Criminal Division and kill all the Dongyi prisoners? With that manpower, concentrate on assassination, maybe he can really kill the old emperor's father and son in one fell swoop.

Wen Sheng couldn't figure it out.

But she quickly put aside the momentary doubts.

Compared with these fights and killings, she was more interested in Ji Nantang's peculiar metaphor.

"General, the division commander who plays the iron flute in Mr. Tan San's team is named Kong Changyi, what kind of weapon do you think his iron flute sounds like?"

This question stumped Ji Nantang, he listened intently for a while, and said calmly: "The way of music and rhythm, I am a layman, I can't understand or understand, but I feel that since it is a team battle, it should be a reason to arrange troops on the battlefield, and everyone understands what division of labor they have in the team, so that they can cooperate with each other and have both offense and defense." ”

Seeing that Wen Sheng was listening carefully, he turned around and instructed his soldiers to find paper and pens.

Ji Nantang's personal soldiers all knew that the general liked to write something even before the battle, on a whim, so the paper was carried with him, and it was inconvenient to carry pen and ink.

Ji Nantang drew a few small people with weapons on paper with charcoal strips.

"If you are in a small team of eight, you usually have to put the long and rattan players at the top, and the long players are responsible for defending the whole team with heavy shields and blocking the opponent's arrows and spears. Rattan is armed with a light shield and a waist knife to assist the long player in covering and can also engage in melee combat with enemies. ”

Wen Sheng tilted his head sideways, looking at the few villains that Ji Nantang had drawn on the paper, and suddenly had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

According to the situation in the team, this long player in charge of the team's defense is none other than her. And the rattan player, who helps both defense and assist, isn't that the master?

"General, according to you, some of the eight are responsible for attacking and some are responsible for defense, is it better than all attackers?"

"All attackers?" Ji Nantang smiled, "Unless the difference in strength is too great, if it is the soldiers I lead, there is no defense against the opponent, and it will not be a problem to take the enemy's two teams lightly." ”

"Then why do we fall behind and fight so hard every time we fight in a team battle because of insufficient attacks?"

Ji Nantang knocked on the piece of paper with a charcoal bar: "That's because you didn't exert the power that this formation should have." You see, after the long card and the rattan card, there should be three pikemen and two short knife players, and the last one is a spear-thrower who kills with one blow, like the Mr. Wang I just told you, it is best to stand in this position. ”

The eight-man army formation introduced by Ji Nantang can change from vertical to horizontal according to needs when facing the enemy, and can be divided into two or three squads, which is exactly the precious wealth he exchanged for an unknown amount of blood in the life and death field of the battle between the two armies.

Wen Sheng listened attentively, if this formation was applied to the eight of them, it would not only be these changes taught by Ji Nantang, because the music in the hands of these musicians can be described as varied, it can be long or short and can be thrown, not a weapon that can be described.

Mr. Tan San's team is all masters, as long as this big array can run smoothly, each of them will face the cooperation of several people on Wen Sheng's side.

This is even more difficult to deal with than Mr. Tan Si's stunt.

Suddenly, Wen Sheng was full of confidence in tomorrow's team fight.

"Stay for a while and finish your business, if the general has time, our whole team wants to go to Ping'an Hutong to ask for detailed advice on this formation, I don't know if it's inconvenient?"

"Welcome." Ji Nantang responded happily.

At this time, the dust settled on the last game on the same music stage, and the team led by Mr. Tan San also won three games in a row and defeated Wei Xingjian, Fei Changlan and others.

Because they still had to wait to send Emperor Jianzhao back to the palace, the musicians of Xuanyin Pavilion did not disperse immediately.

Emperor Jianzhao was accompanied by Tan Lao Guoshi and the ministers to speak, and he seemed to have no intention of getting up for a while, and only a small number of people present knew what he was waiting for.

After a short time, Qin Heze hurried back with a few of his subordinates, and his subordinates scattered the order, and he went to Emperor Jianzhao to report it.

Seeing that Emperor Jianzhao's face changed abruptly, he stood up and rushed away angrily.

No one expected that Emperor Jianzhao, who had always looked spiritless and was old, suddenly walked fast, and the chamberlain trotted and shouted: "Long live the lord!" ”

The sudden change made Wen Sheng's heart move: this trip was not in vain, and it seems that there is a result.

Sure enough, Qin Heze's entourage quickly spread the news to Ji Nantang, and over there, Mr. Tan San and Mr. Tan Si had already set off.

No wonder for so many days, countless officers from various yamen have been busy working on the streets, and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses have almost turned over Fengjing City and have not found these assassins, they are too good at hiding.

The street where they were hiding was very impressive.

Qingyun Street, which is next to Yingtai Street, has a private residence of the eldest prince Yang Haoyu on this street, which is where Liji Xiangyu died, and even she herself almost died in Tiger Roaring Tower.

The house where the assassins stayed was not far from Yang Haoyu's private residence, and the owner of the mansion was surnamed Pan, who was the confidant of the eldest prince.

Who would have thought that when you searched the city, who would have deliberately searched Mr. Pan's house.

Mr. Pan's name is Pan Yingfan, and he had been sick to Yang Haoyu before the accident, Yang Haoyu had sent someone to visit him, and it was said that he looked like he was in shape and was indeed very sick, so Yang Haoyu left him aside.

Pan Yingfan was nowhere to be seen when the accident happened, and no one thought of him.

If it weren't for the negligence of these assassins, they would not have revealed the clues if they ran out today to see if Emperor Jianzhao was dead.

Wen Sheng quietly communicated with Bian Qingchuan, Tan Yaohua and others, and everyone else should be fine, she was mainly worried that the master had other ideas.

However, Bian Qingchuan was very happy, hearing that the assassins had been surrounded by heavy soldiers from the imperial court on Qingyun Street, and they were about to attack when the musicians of Xuanyin Pavilion arrived, so he asked Ji Nantang's own soldiers to bring his war drums and set off immediately.

If nothing else, in his heart, although Emperor Jianzhao's father and son are loyal and traitorous, and it is not a pity to die, the assassin is a Jiangbei thief who does all kinds of evil.

For these thieves, everyone will be punished.

As for that Zhang Jibei, just seeing that he did something to hold the musician of the Yuyin Society hostage, it is not a pity to die.

Wen Sheng and others followed Ji Nantang to Qingyun Street, and a soldier came to report, saying that there was no movement in Pan Yingfan's house so far, and I don't know if the thieves found that they had been surrounded.

Qin Heze and Fu Liangji personally came to the scene to command, and the two of them found Ji Nantang for a little discussion, and then issued the order to attack. R1152