"Brother, isn't this way of camping like this for the barbarians a matter of fire!" Hal was a little unclear, but in the past year, he had endured all kinds of training and learning, and instinctively saw a huge flaw in the camp of millions of barbarians.

At this time, the brain clone was probably a little higher than the level of the original brain that Wen Zhong experienced when he returned to the past, basically not much different from before the liberation, and it still had a great impact on him. He also knew what he was about to say next, but at this time, he couldn't help but glance at this little brother with appreciation.

In the original movie, although the third prince Wu also has ability, it is far from the current level of Hal, which is probably "I regard millions of barbarians as grass mustard, and I can kill them with an army, and I will return with a big victory!" "Such a level. I don't have basic combat quality, but my vision is still quite big.

Wen Zhong smiled slightly, resisted the pressure from the movie script, and pointed to the camp of the million barbarians, "If, I give you an army, do you dare to rush into the camp and burn the baggage?" ”

A flash of joy flashed across Hal's face, and in his 'memory', his brother was a genius who was stubborn and self-serving, but full of military strength. It is precisely because of this confidence that the elder brother has never easily relinquished power, and almost all the armies are firmly in his hands. Now that his brother is willing to hand over an army, he is naturally overjoyed.

"Why don't you dare! Brother has a plan! A gleam flashed in Hal's eyes, and he hurriedly clasped his hands into fists and gave a military salute, for fear that Wen Zhong would regret it. It's a pity that if he can pay a little attention to the other staff general who is next to the two of them, he may not be full of confidence in his plan. But now Hal has long been carried away by military power, and he is bent on making military achievements, so he can't wait to tell Wen Zhong about his tactics.

Wen Zhong nodded with a smile, secretly satisfied with Howl's growth, and passed down the military order for Hal to lead an army to act according to the plan.

The second prince, who had a happy face, did not be able to look at the staff general standing on the side until he left, and left in a hurry. This time, the elder brother gave him 20,000 horses.

It wasn't until the figure of the second prince disappeared under the hillside that the general staff walked up. Wen Zhong recognized this person, his name was Gongsun Yu, and he was as gentle as jade as his name, and he was an elegant soldier. According to the setting of the script, he is a die-hard fan of himself... Uh, it's a hardcore little brother.

Gongsun Yu said with some concern: "Your Highness, I don't understand, are you going to let His Royal Highness the Third Prince go to death?" ”

Wen Zhong listened to Gongsun Yu's words, turned his head to look at the barbarian tent that stretched for thousands of miles, and his tone was a little low: "Send to death?" Why? ”

"In the seventh year of the king, 300,000 barbarians Koubian, General Yan led an army of 100,000 to burn the Qilin Valley and destroy the barbarians;

In the ninth year of the king, 130,000 barbarians broke through the northern pass, colluded with the local city guards to divide the land and rule, Li Shuai led 70,000 troops, after throwing stones to break the city, he took the south mountain road as a prison and burned a hundred miles, and the barbarian leader was burned to death;

In the twelfth year of the king, 500,000 barbarians entered the Central Plains, and even broke the three important towns of Huangbei, Nongchuan and Xiding, and the prince led a large army to burn the barbarians for 700 miles in Nanlinchuan;

In the seventeenth year of the king, 340,000 barbarians once again invaded the realm, and His Royal Highness personally led an army of 70,000 to fight with the barbarians in Nanlinchuan. In the end, the old trick was repeated, and the fire bull array was laid in the upper reaches of the Nanlin River, breaking the barbarian army;

In the twenty-third year of the reign, 700,000 barbarians, led by the big leader Tuxi, captured the northern route and attacked the Central Plains in an all-round way. It was still Your Highness who led an army of 170,000 to meet him, and set fire to the city in Sanqi, Maijiang, and Liuchen, tearing apart the barbarian attack arrows. Hundred miles of attack on the camp to behead the big leader Tuxi and return, the big leader clan was burned by His Royal Highness. "Gongsun Yu is like a few family treasures, telling the time and events of the barbarian tribe's large-scale attack on the Kou realm over the years.

Even Wen Zhong didn't know that the second prince division with this identity was so explosive, and his combat effectiveness was simply off the charts. Hearing Gongsun Yu's words, he secretly smacked his tongue in his heart, and at the same time he didn't understand: "Oh? What do you want to say? ”

Gongsun Yu's face was worried: "The barbarian army has invaded five times, but all of them have been repelled by our royal division, and the small fights have never stopped over the years. This is not the first time that we have defeated its army with fire, especially in the battles of recent years, when these barbarians have become more cautious. Although the third prince's strategy is good, according to what he can see, these in front of him are only afraid of traps! ”

"I know!" Wen Zhong was very reasonable, which made Gongsun Yu a little uneasy. Even fools can see the battle for the crown prince. The head of the Lao He family is a bit of a mistake, giving the military power to the second prince, but making the boss the crown prince, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the rhythm of the fight, and these soldiers who eat behind the second prince have basically drawn a clear line.

In this battle, with only 300,000 people facing a million barbarians, the vast majority of people were not optimistic about this battle, and even threw all the black pots to the new dynasty's kings and comrades, pointing out that this goods should be killed with a knife, and the second and third children who were most likely to compete for the throne were sold. But only these soldiers who followed the second prince knew that the millions of barbarians were just a game of chess that could be used for recreation in the hands of His Royal Highness the Second Prince.

When Gongsun Yu heard the words of the second prince, his heart jumped, and he thought that the battle for the crown prince had not officially begun, and His Royal Highness the second prince had already planned to clear the obstacles. But soon his face turned from sad to happy, and listening to His Royal Highness the Second Prince's eloquent conversation, he felt that he must not have followed the wrong boss.

...

That night, a certain teenager took off his silver armor that was very powerful, put on the armor of an ordinary soldier, stood in front of a large number of soldiers who had rested, and started to mobilize before the war in high spirits.

After saying a few words, the 20,000 troops quietly left the entrenched Shangqiu camp and disappeared into the night.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the army had left, several carrier pigeons flew out of the camp in unison. Before it was vacated, it was very tricky in the raid of some birds of prey, and hit the street!

After hovering in the sky for a while, the birds of prey slowly fell into the barbarian camp, and the prey on their claws was quickly taken by the barbarians they raised in exchange for a bloody piece of meat. The letter on the pigeon's leg was also officially placed in the hands of Ptolemy, the barbarian leader of this generation.

This... It's going to be a night to remember.

...

The moon was gradually shrouded in dark clouds, as if the curtain was lowered for the upcoming fight.

Less than 100 meters away from the barbarian camp, about 100 soldiers appeared nearby. The soldiers considered themselves lucky that in the decades of war, the highest rate of loss in battle was always the scout battalion that fell under the barbarian rangers. But today they were lucky enough to touch the vicinity of the barbarian camp, and did not encounter any barbarian rangers.

The idiots would never have known that they also considered themselves lucky to be sent out by several other hundred-man squads.

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