According to Emperor Otto's later recollections, he did have some hostility towards me at that time, for I was the first to ignore his hints like a fart, and he felt that his authority was flouted and that I had to be punished.

Just like His Majesty the Emperor conquered those Italian noblewomen, let the rebellious me bow my head and bow my head.

To this conquest-hungry pervert, I can only answer: you always think too much, I don't have so many fancy intestines, and the only thing I wanted to do at that time was to leave the land of right and wrong in the Berlin court as soon as possible, and return to my own nest to live comfortably.

But what I didn't know was that my subsequent answer made me officially enter the court and become a congested ruling class.

There were at least fifty people at the scene, thinking that I would be screaming at the stake, the remaining half were stupid and didn't know what was going on, and the other half were still thinking about the important topic of what to eat for dinner.

That is to say, there is no one at the scene, I care about the life and death of a small person, in their eyes I am a speculative courtier, Your Majesty's plaything that is happy for a while, lose what attracts Your Majesty, tease and mess up, and my life will be lost.

To live or to die?

That's a big problem!

I quickly glanced at the tent gate five or six meters away from me, using my little mathematical knowledge to calculate if I said some nonsense to attract everyone's attention, and then suddenly changed my mind to see if it was possible to escape before the guards could react.

"Baron Randy, we are all waiting for your answer, it seems that you have prepared a long speech, and it is indeed a wise man who defeats a strong enemy with a small and a big one."

Emperor Otto continued his glorious career of falling into the ground, knocking me to the ground and kicking me twice, seriously disrupting my mind, the escape route that was being automatically generated, buddy turned out to be a brain hacker!

No way, just bite the bullet! Anyway, he is also a young talent who graduated from liberal arts!

Before the crossing, in the dead of night, I didn't study LOL tactics, and the left and right today is a death, broken jar and broken.

I settled down, licked my lips that were dry from nervousness, and said, "Your Majesty, I am flattered by your shameless questioning, and your wisdom is truly a blessing to Germany. ”

His Majesty the Emperor looked at me expressionlessly, quietly waiting for the following, and the expression seemed to say: Don't play Tai Chi, say the point, or cut you!

I swallowed my saliva with difficulty, scoured the already small amount of ink in my stomach, and gradually organized the language: "There was a sage who once said a classic aphorism about war. When the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy retreats, when the enemy is stationed, we disturb, and when the enemy is tired, we fight. ”

The meaning of this passage is that if the enemy is strong, we must gather our strength, show the enemy weakness, strengthen ourselves and look for the enemy's weakness, and then win with one blow.

"When the enemy flees, we must not be merciful, we must spare no effort to attack, and we must cut down the grass and eradicate the roots without leaving any trouble.

"The enemy stops in one place and does not attack, and we cannot rashly launch an attack, we must constantly harass the enemy with surprise soldiers, so that they can first come out of their breath to seek a decisive battle, and take the initiative of the war into their own hands."

"When the enemy is tired, we will fight, that is, after mobilizing the enemy, we must strike mercilessly at the already exhausted opponent, and we will definitely achieve victory."

Now all I can think of is Chairman Mao's sixteen-character mantra, regardless of whether it is good or not, it will be said that it will be said first, crossing the public back "Qinyuan Spring" is a tried and tested bridge, and Taizu's laws of war should not be bad.

At the beginning, I didn't know how to continue, but as soon as I said it, I couldn't hold it, and I talked like a river, and the big nobles who looked at people with their nostrils at the beginning all sat upright, listening carefully to what I said, quite a bit of a posture that listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years, and Emperor Otto also squinted his eyes and recalled my words, as if he was very satisfied.

"I don't think you still have a bit of real talent, and the despicability of the enemy seems to me to be the resourcefulness of the means of war, and you are quite interesting."

Emperor Otto ordered his attendants to spread out the parchment map on the table, pointed to the place where the Slavs were stationed above, and said to me: "How do you think this battle should be fought?" ”

And there's more! Brother is not your toy, I can't play with you, and I'm really ready to ask Corporal Lixian shamelessly to play to the end, can I pick a picker and stop doing it? The whole point is big and empty theory, I can still talk to you, and I have to count down to the actual action in this room, even the Swabian Grand Duke who looks senile and dementia, has cut more people than I have seen, can I spare my big brother?

"Uh...... I need a detailed map of the enemy's troop deployment and garrison formation, to know that war is not child's play, soldiers, national affairs, the place of death and life, the way of survival, this is what another sage said. ”

I pretended to be very knowledgeable and stared at the map, but no one saw my gurgling eyes, anyway, I was helping the boss, first prevaricating with two sentences, and then looking for an opportunity to run away after the meeting, this place is not able to stay.

Emperor Otto said to the Grand Duke of Swabian very seriously: "Tell him about the enemy's situation, in detail." ”

Do you want to be so cooperative? A room of big nobles looked at me as a small person directing and planning, please discuss with you, take the brothers out to make a fuss, cut off a few heads with a knife, and it's over, how can you suddenly play literature and art after many years of group fighting? Didn't the knights of the Middle Ages all treat one as ten, and the uncle of the Eighth Route Army who will not fall after being shot countless times? Don't play, okay, I didn't even say hello before, let me prepare for class, and I have something to say to you when I stand here.

Just when I wanted to cry and scold this group of nobles who had suddenly become obedient tigers, Conrad I, Grand Duke of Swabia, pointed to the map and said to me:

"The Slavs had always lived in the lands east of the Vistula River, and had gradually migrated to the German borders in the time of His Majesty Charlemagne, with a small number of tribes loyal to the Reich and allowed to live on both sides of the Elbe to guard the borders for Germany."

"In recent years, however, more and more Slavic tribes have migrated to the Elbe and have become increasingly uncontrollable, with the northern and eastern regions of Saxony being attacked by Slavs and the border villages looted."

"During the reign of His Majesty Otto II, the Saxon army defeated the Slavs in the middle reaches of the Elbe in the battle of Tangier, and only then did they keep the old borders of the Elbe and the Saale, but with the exception of the Lauzitz and Meissen regions, all the fortifications built by Emperor Otto II east of the Elbe and Saale rivers were destroyed, and the Slavs gradually became full-fledged!"

The old fellow spoke unfocusedly, and began to discuss the history of the Slavs with me at an endless pace, so that I yawned and could not type it out in front of the old nobles, as if I could not put a fart, and my face turned red.