Wang Xiaolai was waiting for this sentence, and snapped his fingers at the time: "Since this is the case, then let's say it, you have to help me." ”

The Eight Sages didn't understand: "Help? What lining? ”

Wang Xiaolai smiled: "Even when I ordered the general, you also helped me press the point, and your old subordinates were disobedient." ”

The Eight Sages King patted his head: "No problem." ”

So, Wang Xiaolai coughed twice: "Raise the account, point the general." ”

As the words fell, a samurai standing outside the tent turned away.

The drums sounded, and after a while, the generals brought by Wang Xiaolai, as well as the generals under the account of the Eight Sages King, arrived one by one.

Wang Xiaolai looked at the audience and coughed twice: "Ladies and gentlemen, after the unanimous discussion between the general and the eighth prince, three days later, it was decided to use troops against Huyan Zhuozhuo. ”

After speaking, Wang Xiaolai closed his mouth and looked at everyone's expressions.

The generals bowed their heads and began to whisper.

Wang Xiaolai waited for them to finish discussing, and then asked: "I don't know, but there are generals who dare to take the lead and be the vanguard of the front." ”

When the words fell, Shen Xiping stood up directly, stretched out his hand and said, "My lord, I'll come, I'll be the front pioneer." ”

Wang Xiaolai didn't speak.

The Eight Sages King looked at Shen Yijing.

Shen Yijing was originally a rough man, and he didn't know what Wang Xiaolai meant if he didn't speak just now, but now, being hinted at by the Eight Sages King, his heart came up at that time, and he stepped out in one step, and said in a ramming voice: "I'll come." ”

Wang Xiaolai looked at the father and son in embarrassment: "Tsk, it's difficult to do now, the two of you are competing for the front pioneers, who will it be good for?" ”

Shen Xiping pointed to himself: "Give me, give me, adult, give me, my father is old, not better than me." ”

Shen Yijing was annoyed when he heard this, slapped Shen Xiping's head and beat him up: "Little rabbit cub, you still want to fight with Lao Tzu, general, give it to me." ”

Shen Xiping almost didn't lie on the ground, and after standing firmly, he looked back at Shen Yijing, not daring to reason with his father, so he looked at Wang Xiaolai, hoping that Wang Xiaolai would give his name.

Wang Xiaolai is also cheap enough, and sighed: "Uncle Shen, the general also knows that you are brave and good at fighting and dedicated to the country, but that Huyan Zhuozhuo is not given for nothing after all, and the generals under his account are not dry meals, you are also close to fifty years old this year, if you are a pioneer, it is a little reluctant, it is better to sit in the rear with this general, and give this task to the young people?" ”

Shen Xiping nodded hurriedly, and was about to say a few words in agreement, but was glared at by his old son Shen Yijing, and was stunned at that time.

I saw that Shen Yijing roared loudly: "General, what, do you think I'm too old!" ”

Wang Xiaolai hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, how can you, Uncle Shen, you are in your prime, you don't look old, you don't look old, I just worry about you, worry about you." ”

Shen Yijing sighed in annoyance: "Okay, since that's the case, then let's make a military order, if I can't resist the grassland barbarians, please behead me!" ”

Shen Xiping was taken aback, and looked back at his father: "Dad, it's too big, right?" ”

Shen Yijing raised his leg and kicked it over, and Shen Xiping immediately dodged it far away, not daring to say a word.

Wang Xiaolai wanted this is what he wanted, and immediately stroked his palm and said: "Okay, since that's the case, then Uncle Shen can make up our minds, and we can't regret it." ”

"Repentance is grandson!"

Shen Xiping pointed to his nose and muttered, "If my father is a grandson, then wouldn't I become a great-grandson?" ”

Wang Xiaolai: "···"

Shen Yijing, who took the position of the pioneer officer, hummed straight music, and Wang Xiaolai also used the excuse that the grassland should not be underestimated, and asked Uncle Shen to go back and transfer the elite to take him away, so that Wang Xiaolai could make the next arrangements.

It's not that you have to hide it from Shen Yijing, but the next arrangement is somewhat out of line with the rules of the fighting array, and Shen Yijing has a violent temper and gets angry when he hears it.

Here, Shen Yijing led his eldest son Shen Xiyuan out, and the two of them went out of the account, Shen Xiyuan sighed, he understood that his father had fallen into Wang Xiaolai's trap.

Such an obvious agitation method was drilled into it by his father.

Alas.

Thinking of this, Shen Xiyuan shook his head, only hoping that Wang Xiaolai would have some good way to defeat Huyan Zhuozhuo.

Thinking about it, he went with Shen Yijing.

After the two of them left, Wang Xiaolai in the tent did not point Wu Yexing or Min Chao, but called Shen Xiping, Ning Xi, and Liu Mianyi, and said something in the ears of the three of them.

After speaking, the three of them looked up in surprise and asked Wang Xiaolai, "My lord, is this immoral?" ”

"What's wrong with this, is there a war, only those who win are worthy to speak."

The three of them snorted.

After taking the three of them away, Wang Xiaolai looked at Wu Yexing and Min Chao, who were obviously confused.

"How do the two generals feel that Helian is mighty?"

The two looked at each other and nodded: "Although it is a hostile relationship with Helian Weiwu, this person is a hero. ”

"How sure are those two generals going to deal with Helian Weiwu?" Wang Xiaolai asked.

The two of them were shocked when they heard this, and they both shook their heads: "Zero." ”

Wang Xiaolai snorted: "The two generals will go to deal with Helian Weiwu." ”

The two were shocked and looked up at Wang Xiaolai: "Ah? ”

"Don't worry, the two generals only need to be suspicious soldiers to scare Helian Weiwu, no need to make more efforts, it's best to attract his attention, after all, we will deal with Huyan Zhuozhuo soon, what should he do if Helian is mighty to disrupt the situation." Wang Xiaolai said with a smile.

The two of them saw that Wang Xiaolai didn't speak, and said in their hearts that you should be Huyan Zhuozhuo is cabbage, and you will deal with it when you say it.

In the end, he set his eyes on the Eight Sages King, and when he saw the Eight Sages King nodding secretly, the two of them hugged their fists.

After the two of them left, the Eight Sages King looked at Wang Xiaolai and said, "You guy still hasn't changed, you always like to play the tricks of the Yin people." ”

Wang Xiaolai stretched his waist and said: "After all, the prince is famous for his integrity, and Huyan Zhuozhuo also knows it." In addition, he didn't know that I was on the front line, so wouldn't he be sorry for his conscience if he didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity? ”

The Eight Sages King shrugged his shoulders and said, "But Huyan Zhuozhuo and Helian are mighty and distributed in two lines, and Li Baiyi is only one, can you take care of it?" ”

"Don't worry, this prince, Yu Qingxie is coming soon."

That's what I said, but the Eight Sages King is somewhat bottomless.

"This time the mobilization of soldiers and horses, but no less than 200,000, in case something happens, but the good situation will be buried in vain, you have to understand."

"This is clear, Lord Wang, you can rest assured."

The two discussed, and the matter was settled.

···

Three days later, Nahuyan Zhuozhuo really gathered 50,000 soldiers and horses and rushed to the Feiyan Plain.

And Wang Xiaolai also disguised himself as a soldier, followed behind the Eight Sages King as a personal guard, and arrived in front of the two armies.

"Zhao Jue, you have been a shrunken turtle for eight months, and you are finally willing to show your head to fight! (Grassland)"

In front of the two armies, Huyan Zhuozhuo shouted loudly.

The people below also thoughtfully translated this into Sui Yang official dialect.

For a moment, the Northern Legion was extremely angry, while the Prairie Army laughed loudly.

Wang Xiaolai quietly said to Shen Yijing: "Uncle Shen, Huyan Zhuozhuo's dog thief insulted the eighth prince so much, I can't help it, you sweep the battle for me." ”

Saying that, Wang Xiaolai made a gesture to move forward.

Shen Yijing raised his eyebrows: "What kind of formation, I am the vanguard officer of the front." ”

As he spoke, he let out a loud shout, grabbed the saddle and saddled the broadsword, and slapped the horse forward.

After the Eight Sages King saw Shen Yijing go out, he looked back at Wang Xiaolai speechlessly: "I said, it's all this time, what are you still provoking him to do?" ”

"Isn't that trying to make Uncle Shen more realistic."

The Eight Wise Kings: "···"

Shen Yijing patted him right away, took Huyan Zhuozhuo directly, and shouted loudly: "Huyan Zhuozhuo, your Grandpa Shen is here, you have the ability, you can fight with Grandpa for three hundred rounds!" ”

As the commander of the Central Legion of the Northern Territory, Shen Yijing and Huyan Zhuozhuo have met a lot.

As for Shen Yijing, a man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, Huyan Zhuozhuo just pursed his lips and snorted.

There is no need for him to speak, and there are naturally people under him to greet him.

I saw a scimitar's beard slapping the horse rushing out, shouting, and a thunderclap on the ground: "Shen Yijing, don't fart words, how can the king of my family see you as a waste, Timuda will come to meet you." (Grassland)"

As he spoke, he had already rushed forward.

Shen Yijing understood the grassland dialect, but in front of the two armies, he pouted: "In the end, it is a grassland barbarian, can't he speak human words?" ”

After speaking, he clamped the horse's belly hard, the horse came out with a knife, and a touch of cold light flew into the sky, followed by Timuda's head to the ground.

With a knife, he slashed Timuda, Shen Yijing reined in the horse, and pointed at Huyan Zhuozhuo with the tip of the knife, with a look of contempt on his face.