War is the best school. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Luoxing thought of the best way with the most painful failure in his memory, and Dawu couldn't help but pat his thigh and applaud loudly after hearing it.

Of the three methods, which one is a good one.

In particular, the third method, which Da Wu felt was the easiest to implement, was that the small river was only about three people wide and could be easily cut off.

Luoxing said that the city wall was worth three or five hundred warriors, and that was right.

But most importantly, once on the flat ground, Dawu was confident that he would defeat those people. Hammer said that the military formation of those men was very powerful, but once the military formation moved, it showed flaws, especially when it had to go.

If you don't want to die of thirst, you have to leave. On the way out, it is impossible to keep the army in order, and his own tribe has a large number of horses, which can follow them, so that they have no time to eat or sleep. Da Wu didn't believe that hundreds of people could maintain a formation for a few days, and as long as the formation showed flaws, he didn't need a few thousand, and he might be able to fight and win with the same amount of people as them!

Not only him, but Hammer and others also applauded, but then a jar of cold water was splashed down.

The witch spirit priest, who had not spoken, said in a muffled voice: "Dawu, the third method is the best, but you can't use the third method. ”

The people in the tent were in a hurry, but Da Wu seemed to think of something, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't speak, Hammer, go outside and keep guard, no one is allowed to approach, and no word of what you just said is allowed to be passed out." ”

The witch spirit priest glanced at the surprised people in the tent and said slowly, "Dawu, I have a story. Once upon a time, there was a tribe that chose a man to take everyone to hunt. On the first day, nothing was hit, and the tribesmen were a little angry. Some people thought it would be better to take them hunting with someone else, while others thought it was just the first day and might be fine later. Tale...... That's it. ”

Dawu looked down at the story, and the rest of the people understood what the people in the story were and what hunting was.

The witch priest set aside the skull filled with ash mushroom powder and said, "This is what I meant, not the guidance of the spirit of war. Dawu, if you use the third method that Falling Star said, how many days can the city last? ”

"No water to drink, up to two days."

"Oh, then I'm not done with the story yet. In the story, two days later, the man who led them to hunt brought back many, many prey. So those clansmen who used to think that someone else would take them to hunt also felt that it was better to change this person and not need to change someone else. But if it wasn't two days later, but twenty days later, what would the tribesmen think? ”

The Witch Spirit Priest smiled and said, "Dawu, you must know that this time it is not you who came here with various tribes, but the old leader. Three days of patience, everyone has it, as long as there is victory, no one will remember the previous defeat. But if you can't beat it for twenty days, and suddenly a man stands up and says, "I can take you to the city, and it will only take you three days, what will the people think?" When the clouds obscure the moon, the stars are at their brightest. ”

Da Wu did not refute, but nodded solemnly, indicating that he understood.

The old priest smiled and said, "Dawu, the falling star has given you three methods, the first two methods are enough for you to shine, just like a meteor in the sky, which will leave an impression on everyone and make them feel that you are as bright as the moon in their hearts." And when the clouds of distrust and disappointment obscure the moon, you twinkle one more time, and people forget about the moon. Go ahead, you know what to do. The Spirit of War will blame me for having such an idea, and I'm going to ask for his forgiveness......"

With his sharp fingertips, he picked up a smear of gray mushroom powder and put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and stopped talking, communicating with the gods in the manner of a witch priest.

Dawu sat on the leather without the slightest hesitation, he knew what he would choose, but he needed to think about how to achieve the result he wanted.

The hearts of the rest of the people in the tent were also on fire, and if it was really as the witch priest said, Da Wu became the leader of the entire grassland, and he would get even more.

As for the people of the rest of the tribes of the same ancestor and the same language, where is there any comparison with their future rights and slaves of sheep and horses?

If you can't beat Yangguan, what can your own tribe lose? Hate? Glory? That's what the people who are fighting the war should believe, not the people who sit around the tents.

Everyone in the tent swore to the gods that nothing that happened today would be spoken.

So the next day, without saying a word in front of the old chief, Dawu quietly selected twenty clansmen, and rode around to the south of Yangguan to see what the enemy's real city looked like...... Perhaps, there are really only old and weak women and children there, and there is not a single man.

Two days later, the old leader still didn't come up with a good solution, and just when the crowd was gradually dissatisfied and the first leader finally said that it was better to return, the story of the golden oak and the eternal reborn pig that Dawu had told the falling star quietly spread.

The golden oak and the pig that never died finally made the leaders once again ignite their faith in the fight.

"Have you heard? The leader of the group in the city had a golden oak tree, and the acorns that produced them had no bitter taste. ”

"Yes, a few days ago, the falling star of the Dawu tribe defeated those people from the grassland, and got some white powder, which is not bitter at all, and it is fragrant. I said, "Well, they don't herd sheep and horses, what do they eat?" So that's what happened. And that pig that will never die......"

"I really want it!"

The leaders were talking, and they couldn't help but have some strange feelings in their hearts.

These two things are too tempting, and right in front of you, only separated by a wall, it seems that you can smell the smell of roast pork with your eyes closed.

But the wall was like a rainbow on the horizon, clearly connected to the sky, and it seemed that you could touch the clouds when you walked up, but you could never walk to the side.

Both wanted and couldn't get it, the leaders asked the old leader hatefully: "You have to find a way, you can't fight like this, many people have already died, but how many people in the city have we killed?" ”

This feeling of jealousy, longing, and helplessness gradually turned into a kind of resentment, which the old chief had brought with them, and it was only because of this that they had come to know the golden oak and the immortal pig, and that if they had not come, they would not have such a great grudge, and this resentment and the recent unhappiness have merged with each other, and have grown stronger and stronger.

At this time, whoever can give a practical way to get them closer to what they want will be remembered.

So Dawu, who had been silent for several days, finally spoke. It's just the best way for the entire steppe tribes, not the best way for the Dawu tribe, so the river is still flowing, but there are more people cutting wood. (To be continued.) )