It was getting dark.

However.

Xu Yong's complexion at this time was even better than that of the sky.

"I often go in and out of the county government case library and read the military files of the past 30 years."

"He often went in and out of the king's camp, and stayed for a whole day."

"I often go in and out of the homes outside the city of Fuyang, and I always stay until it is dark before leaving."

Xu Yong clenched his fists in one hand and clenched the secret letter from Fuyang City in his hand with the other.

At the same time, he kept muttering a few key words in the secret letter.

A moment later.

Xu Yong slammed his fist on the bookcase in front of him.

The pineapple wood book case trembled incessantly.

It can be seen how hard it is forced.

"That thief is studying the way of war!"

Xu Yonghuo got up, gritted his teeth with an extremely gloomy face.

With his intelligence, it is naturally not difficult to see the intention behind Xu Yi's various behaviors.

In Xu Yong's view, the reason why Xu Yi flipped through the military files of the imperial court against the Xiongnu in the past 30 years.

Not for the sake of getting to know the Huns in depth.

Rather, it is for the art of war as recorded in the military file.

Today, what military book can be as detailed as the records of the imperial court files?

Xu Yong did not look through the court's military files against the Xiongnu.

On the contrary, Xu Yong's first lesson in the art of war was to look through the dossier.

He especially remembered that the crown prince and the prince had said such a thing personally.

"Flip through the dossier, re-read rather than flip it, and the person who reads the dossier should be immersed in the scene, grasp the overall situation of the dossier with his own strength, and break the enemy of the dossier."

Thinking of this, Xu Yong's face couldn't help but become more and more gloomy.

He didn't believe that Xu Yi's intelligence would not be able to see through this.

If it sees through the appearance, it goes deep into the dossier.

Then, with its intelligence, it will inevitably deepen with the art of war.

Since then, he has often been in and out of Wang Daying and Zhuju Nursing Home, which also confirms this from the side.

In his opinion, the reason why Xu Yi frequently went in and out of Wang Daying and Zhuju Nursing Home was nothing more than to encounter doubts in the art of war and seek solutions.

After all, although the lonely and widowed old soldiers in the nursing home came from different military ranks, without exception, all of them had been on the battlefield themselves.

These lonely old men may not understand what the art of war is.

But they can use their own personal experiences to solve Xu Yi's doubts.

As for Wang Daying, there are 21,000 young people there, and with these people, what kind of battle situation cannot be reproduced.

That's what I think about.

Xu Yong's face was gloomy for a while, and he couldn't describe it in words.

"Don't let that thief live again."

"Even if it costs him a lot, he must be strangled in the cradle as soon as possible."

"This ...... This thief is really too ...... It's horrible."

Xu Yong sat down on the Taishi chair with his buttocks and slowly closed his eyes.

Although he is very reluctant to admit it, it is undeniable that he has countless fears for Xu Yi in addition to hatred and accidents.

I don't know how long it took.

Crown Prince Xu Yong, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair, suddenly opened his eyes slowly.

Then he got up and walked to the windowsill.

Reach out and slowly push the half-open windowsill open.

It was so cold that it was not mixed with the slightest emotion, and his gaze looked through the windowsill in the direction of the upper valley county.

A murderous intent that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved suddenly burst out from his eyes.

"Win and lose!" Xu Yong clenched his fists and muttered in a low voice, word by word: "Thief, this is all forced by you!"

The words fell.

Xu Yong closed the window sill.

Then he waved his sleeves,

He turned around and walked straight out of the study.

The night became deeper and deeper at this moment.

......

......

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, when the sky was bright.

Xu Yong appeared on time and on time on the Jinluan Palace.

Whether it is his words and deeds or his official position, they are all the same as ordinary.

The shallow smile raised from time to time at the corner of his mouth gives people a feeling like a spring breeze.

There is no trace of last night's gloom and hideousness.

However.

When the early dynasty dispersed, it returned to the study of the prince's mansion.

The smile on his face was completely gone.

In its place, it is full of coldness and rejection.

"Someone."

Xu Yong sat quietly on the Taishi's chair for a moment and then slowly spoke.

At the same time, the cold feeling around him completely dissipated in an instant.

After a few breaths.

The closed door of the study was gently pushed open from the outside.

Two white-faced and beardless little eunuchs walked briskly into the study with small steps.

"Your Highness, the slave is here." The two little eunuchs bowed in unison.

Xu Yong commanded expressionlessly, "Chuan Han Fucheng will come to see me immediately."

"Yes." The two little eunuchs bowed again, and then slowly withdrew from the study.

After the study door is closed again.

Xu Yong slowly got up and walked to the bookshelf on the side.

Take out a slightly heavy map from the deepest part of the shelf.

Xu Yong took a deep look at the map.

Then he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was weighing something in his heart.

A moment later.

Xu Yong slowly opened his eyes, and then returned to the Taishi chair with the map.

Fang slowly sat down.

I haven't had time to look through the map.

Outside the study, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Your Highness, Han Fu Cheng has arrived." A small eunuch bowed outside the study.

In the study, Xu Yong then placed the map behind a thick stack of folds.

Then he calmly said, "Enter."

With a soft "creak" sound.

Han Xingrong slowly pushed open the door of the study and walked in.

The little eunuch with a white beard gently closed the study door again at the right time.

"Minister Han Xingrong pays a visit to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Han Xingrong walked two steps away from the bookcase and bowed his hand.

"Excuse me." Xu Yong looked up at Han Xingrong, and then ordered straight to the point: "Bring Liu Guixiang to see Gu in the afternoon."

Han Xingrong's heart sank when he heard this, and he quickly bowed his hand and said, "Obey."

"Go ahead." Xu Yong waved his hand slightly.

"Obey the order, and the minister will retire." Han Xingrong bowed again, and then slowly withdrew from the study.

When Fang and his party arrived outside the study, Han Xingrong's complexion visibly changed.

"Something big must be happening."

Han Xingrong said to himself secretly in his heart as he slowly left.

It must be known that Liu Guixiang was originally from the palace, but he was demoted from the East Palace because of his mistakes.

And now, Xu Yong has taken the risk of recalling him back to the East Palace.

With his understanding of Xu Yong, if there is no big event, he will never be so risky.

Thinking of this, Han Xingrong's heart couldn't help but sink again.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind in his heart, "I must disguise it well, so as not to spoil His Highness's big affairs."

As soon as the words fell, Han Xingrong couldn't help but silently speed up his pace.

Inside the study of the Prince's Mansion.

After Han Xingrong's figure completely disappeared in the study.

Xu Yong stretched out his hand and took out the map again from the recital.

Immediately, the public opinion was slowed down

Slowly unfold.

The topography outside the gate is completely visible to his eyes.

Xu Yong's face was solemn and carefully looked at the public picture engraving.

A moment later.

Xu Yong shifted his gaze to several border cities at the bottom of the map.

I don't know how long it took.

Xu Yong's face was gloomy and he put the map back into the bookshelf.

Then he returned to the bookcase.

After grinding ink and laying paper, Xu Yong sat on the Taishi chair, lifted a wolf pen, and slowly wrote on the white rice paper.

A moment later.

Xu Yong paused his pen, and slowly wrote on the rice paper with an extremely hideous face: "If it does not die, I am afraid that it will be variable for life, so this time, regardless of the cost, we must cut it down and eradicate it."

The words were completed, and Xu Yong slowly put down the wolf pen in his hand.

His eyes slowly roamed over the white silk rice paper without the slightest warmth.

After a second look.

Xu Yong solemnly sealed it in an envelope.

......

......

Noon.

A thin man with short black hair followed behind Han Xingrong and slowly walked into the East Palace Prince's Mansion.

When approaching the study of the Prince's Mansion.

Han Xingrong glanced left and right, and saw that the little eunuchs had all been separated.

So he stepped forward quickly and knocked lightly on the study door.

"Your Highness." Han Xingrong silently stepped back half a step and bowed softly.

Inside the study of the Prince's Mansion.

Xu Yong, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, slowly opened his eyes, and then said calmly, "Enter."

"Yes." Han Xingrong agreed, gently pushed open the door, and stretched out his hand to the short-haired man behind him to ask, "Please come in."

The short-haired man didn't say a word, just nodded slightly, and then strode into the study.

After he entered the study, Han Xingrong slowly closed the door with great color, and then stood three steps away from the study and waited silently.

Inside the study.

The short-haired man walked two steps away from the bookcase.

After pausing, he bowed to Xu Yong and said, "Old slave Zhang Xian, see His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Father-in-law Zhang is exempt." Xu Yong looked at the person in front of him and nodded slightly.

"Old slave Xie His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." The short-haired man bowed again, and then slowly got up.

Wait until he gets up.

Xu Yong said calmly with an expressionless face: "Gonggong Zhang will still call himself Liu Guixiang in the future."

Hearing this, Liu Guixiang hurriedly bowed down again and saluted, "Grass people Liu Guixiang knows his mistake."

Xu Yong waved his hand slightly, signaling that the matter would be revealed.

"Lone needs you to personally escort a secret letter to the outside of the gate."

Xu Yong leaned forward slowly, placed his arm on the bookcase, and said word by word with his eyes fixed on Liu Guixiang.

Hearing this, Liu Guixiang bowed down again and saluted, "The grass people will never give up."

Xu Yong nodded slightly, then slowly got up and walked towards Liu Guixiang.

When near its side.

Xu Yong took out a tightly sealed letter from the hem of his sleeve.

It was handed over to Liu Guixiang very solemnly.

Then he advised, "Remember, this secret letter must be handed over to the general himself."

Liu Guixiang's face turned straight when he heard this, and he opened his mouth to reassure: "Your Highness, rest assured, the old slave will definitely hand it over to the general."

Xu Yong nodded slightly, and then said calmly, "Come here with your ears."

"Yes." Liu Guixiang agreed, and then quickly approached Xu Yong.

After a whispered whisper.

Xu Yong patted Liu Guixiang's shoulder with a very solemn face and said in a deep voice: "It is a matter of the life of the lonely family, and I hope you will be cautious."

Liu Guixiang solemnly promised: "Please rest assured, Your Highness, the old slave would rather die than live up to His Highness's trust."

Xu Yong nodded when he heard this, and then patted Liu Guixiang's shoulder again and said, "Live."

Come back and wait for your good news."

Liu Guixiang's body trembled slightly, and then he bowed and saluted preciously: "Please rest assured, Your Highness...... The old slave is gone...... Take care."

"Go ahead." Xu Yong solemnly patted Liu Guixiang's shoulder again.

After Liu Guixiang's figure disappeared into the study.

Xu Yong slowly closed his eyes and stood still for a moment before turning around and walking to the Taishi chair.

......

......

Time flies.

September 15th.

Around noon.

A cavalry of more than 2,000 people drove countless cattle and sheep slowly towards the distant camp.

Between the cavalry and the cattle and sheep.

There are still more than 1,000 people.

Among the more than 1,000 people, there were few brightly dressed people.

Most of them were unkempt and wore sheepskin jackets of no original color.

More than 1,000 people were connected by ropes and were driven by cavalry like livestock.

More than an hour later.

More than 2,000 cavalry drove more than 1,000 people in shabby clothes and countless cattle and sheep into a huge camp.

After one of the generals entered the camp, he immediately drove his horse and quickly ran towards the big tent of the Chinese army in the center of the camp.

When there are still more than 100 steps away from the Chinese army's tent.

The general slammed the reins with one hand, waiting for the horse to slow down.

The general leaped down from his battle horse.

"Old Xiang, look at your posture and gain a lot."

A general in the same armor beside him greeted him with a smile.

"No, no, the places assigned to me this time are basically full of the old, weak, sick and disabled."

"Not even a young Hun has ever been met."

The general, who was called Lao Xiang, replied with a smile after clasping his fists and saluting.

"You kid, you really don't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings."

The general couldn't help but laugh and curse when he heard this.

General Xiang smiled and asked, "General Zheng, what about you, how did you get this time?"

"Me?" General Zheng shook his head with a smile, and then said, "Don't mention it, this time I encountered several Xiongnu elites, and I lost more than 700 brothers."

The words fell.

General Zheng smiled again: "Fortunately, in the end, Lao Tzu won, and he also got 1,500 war horses, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with this time."

"Fifteen hundred horses?!" General Xiang asked with disbelief on his face.

General Zheng said with a smile on his face: "There are only 1,500 war horses, which is not enough to worry about teeth."

General Xiang couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

It has been a whole month since the army left the customs.

The Xiongnu tribes encountered were either empty or full of old and weak women and children.

The advance of more than 200 miles should not have met even the slightest resistance.

How can we kill the enemy? How about capturing war horses? What about military merit?

It must be known that in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the battle merit of capturing a war horse was equivalent to the battle merit obtained by killing two Hun cavalry.

General Zheng's capture of 1,500 war horses this time is equivalent to the battle feat of killing 3,000 Huns.

This...... It's really enviable.

Seeing that the general's eyes seemed to be about to glow green.

General Zheng's face straightened slightly, and then he waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, don't look at Lao Tzu like that of a thief."

"Lao Tzu has a hunch that it won't be long before we meet with the main force of the Huns."

Hearing this, General Xiang's face pale slightly.

After a few breaths, he nodded slowly, "Now it seems that it won't be long."

The words fell.

The two stopped laughing and walked silently towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

On the prairie as far as the eye can see.

A big Li character is slowly fluttering in the wind next to the big tent of the Chinese army.