Hearing Zhiwen ask, everyone thought for a while and expressed their thoughts one after another.

There are hardliners led by Kewang, and what they think is very simple, just one word, do it.

There is a temporary evasion faction led by Xiao Jie, but Xiao Jie's temporary evasion is not to escape, but to leave the official road, escape into the wilderness, and use the complex terrain to deal with it.

Whether it is tough or temporarily evaded, what has not been solved, or what I did not expect, is that once they are caught up by the opponent's fast horse and launch a rush attack, Zhiwen and they are likely to face an avalanche of rout.

"Haha...", just as Zhiwen and they were discussing, Song Kangnian laughed again.

"Boy, what are you laughing at?" Kewang's eyes widened and he was very unhappy, and he heard the contempt hidden in the laughter.

"It's ridiculous, it's all burning eyebrows, you are still chirping here, arguing for a while, I'm afraid that the other party will be killed in front of you."

When the others heard this, they thought that this kid's words were ugly and true, and they were silent.

Only Zhiwen felt that what this person said was a bit exaggerated, after all, he had been walking all morning, and the other party had not long set off, and he had inquired about the news before, even if there was a horse, it was not just a conversation that could catch up.

This kind of exaggeration, first using words to suppress the opponent's method, seems to be the favorite of those lobbyists in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and then, it is time to say their own suggestions, and this suggestion is generally still somewhat insightful.

"So..., what do you suggest?" Although Zhiwen saw his thoughts, he still spoke in time, and did not dismantle the stage, but it was a little funny, where did this young man learn this style.

"There are three strategies, which one do you want to listen to?"

"Let's hear it." Zhiwen couldn't help laughing, this young man really learned the style of those well-known strategists from the Spring and Autumn Period to the Three Kingdoms.

"The best strategy is for your elite men to rush forward immediately after dinner, try not to let your opponent catch up before dark, and at the same time find a suitable place for an ambush on the road, and then, here, wait for the other party's arrival.

By the way, you have to keep a distance from the group of refugees behind you, the farther away the better, even if they are disrupted by the pursuers, it will not affect your formation, besides, a large number of refugees are dragging behind, and they are walking on the official road, which can also play a role in blocking the pursuers. ”

"What about the middle policy?" Zhiwen continued to ask, noncommittal about the so-called best policy, but the others were a little impressed by Song Kangnian, but not only did they have to leave behind the refugees who had been with them for a long time, but also used them to use their casualties to block the pursuers, which made them emotionally unacceptable.

"Zhong Ce, Zhong Ce is what he just said," Song Kangnian pointed at Xiao Jie, "Use the terrain to deal with them." ”

"As for the next step, it is as you are now, not only do you not act as soon as possible, but you are still arguing and arguing here, and you will waste a great opportunity." Without waiting for Zhiwen to ask, Song Kangnian continued, still acting like a great strategist.

When Zhiwen saw him finish speaking, "hehe" laughed twice, saying that it was three strategies, but in fact, the middle strategy was to use Xiaojie, and the next strategy was just, purely making up the numbers.

The best strategy is the only one he has come up with on his own, and it is also the most preferable, the core of which is to use the refugees who are dragging behind to hinder the advance of the pursuers and slow down their movements, while his own side accelerates the advance and finds a suitable place to ambush.

However, what Zhiwen couldn't accept the most about this strategy was not only to treat the refugees as outcasts and abandon them ruthlessly, but also to use them.

Not to mention that after getting along with these people for more than half a year, he already has some feelings, that is, in Zhiwen's vague plan for the future, these people have been integrated and have initially met his requirements.

Song Kangnian stopped talking after seeing Zhiwen laugh twice, and the others were also silent, as if knowing the concerns in their hearts, he sneered, "The kindness of a woman! ”

"You!" , Kewang was enraged by his contemptuous smile, and wanted to refute, but he was speechless, there were many of his acquaintances and friends among the refugees, and if he really wanted to do this, he couldn't bear it.

Zhiwen had already paced to a fire at this time, don't look at his calm appearance, but there is not much time, he knows that if he doesn't make up his mind, it will be too late, his heart is very anxious, he is forced by the flames like this, and there is a faint sweat on his forehead.

As the fire burns brightly, the surrounding snow and ice cubes are baked from hard to soft, and finally turn into snow water, which slowly flows towards the lower ground, and then merges with the snow again.

Pregnant! This scene that Zhiwen saw inadvertently made him have a flash of inspiration in his mind, and there was a way, and everyone was cooking on the fire.

"Ruthless may not be a true hero, how can a poor son not be a husband." Just when Song Kangnian quietly sneered and the others lowered their heads and were speechless, these two lines of poetry suddenly popped out of Zhiwen's mouth.

"What a poem, Zhiwen, is this what you wrote?" Dr. Sun applauded, and at this time he still had the heart to praise, "Sure enough, the article is natural, and the magic hand is even good." If it weren't for this place, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to write such a poem anyway. ”

Xiao Jie and Baqian silently muttered the words "ruthless", "heroic", "pity", "husband" and so on, obviously unable to accept it for a while, and they could actually read such verses from Zhiwen's mouth.

Without waiting for those who had read the book to taste the taste of the verses, Zhiwen continued, "If you want to hinder the pursuing soldiers, you don't necessarily have to fill it with human lives. ”

"Humph!" Song Kangnian snorted coldly, obviously a little unconvinced, "It's up to you, but if you don't act according to my plan, then the corpses of my parents and friends...?" ”

"If you don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to dig a pit now, but this coffin is just this..."Zhiwen said, "I'm afraid it's very simple." ”

"That's not going to work, I can afford to wait." After Song Kangnian finished speaking, he went to tie the three sacks up again, his attitude was very strange, he was disdainful of Zhiwen and their women's kindness, but he was unwilling to bury his parents and friends immediately.

"By the way, this brother Tai has been talking for a long time, and he still doesn't know what to call it?" Zhiwen asked, in a group of people, no one knew his name, but Wang could only call him a kid.

"I'm surnamed Song." Speaking of this, Song Kangnian thought that his parents were dead, and if he couldn't take revenge with his own hands, what face would he have to use the word "Kangnian".

When everyone saw that he was in a daze after he said his surname Song, they couldn't help but complain in their hearts.

Nonsense, shopkeeper Song's son, we all know your surname is Song.

"Famous advice, Song advice." Thinking of his friend Meng Xiance, who had suffered on his behalf and died unexpectedly, Song Kangnian decided that he would make a name for himself in the future, which could be regarded as the only reward for his friends.

After that, he turned his head to look at Zhiwen and asked, "Ruthless may not be a true hero, and a poor son may not be a husband." Did you really write this? ”

It was hard for him to believe that at Zhiwen's age, he could write such a poem.

"Song Xiance? Are you Song Xiance? Zhiwen asked rhetorically, this is one of the limited people he knew at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Li Zicheng's army.