At that time, in Yuzhou City, Zhao Haoyi was escorted to kneel in front of Liu Xiong, at this time, his legs and feet were wasted, and he knelt on the ground weakly, his hair was messy and he had no confidence in his usual days.

The old man looked at the middle-aged man in front of him calmly, and said in a calm tone: "What's your name?"

Zhao Haoyi's expression was a little humiliated, and he snorted unwillingly: "Qi country, Zhao Haoyi." ”

When Liu Xiong heard Zhao Haoyi's name, he seemed to remember something, and his fingers tapped on the table and slowly spoke: "Soldier student, the heir of Wei Wuhou, not bad." ”

Zhao Haoyi didn't understand what the old man in front of him said well, he only felt that the other party was insulting him, so he said angrily: "Falling into the hands of you, it's not my unwise work, if you want to kill you, why does the old general want to insult?"

Liu Xiong shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not worth it if you're dead, I'm in the north of Xinjiang, and the country is short of money, so I have to exchange you for a good price." ”

"The old general is not afraid to let the tiger return to the mountain?"

The old man sneered when he heard this: "Let the tiger return to the mountain? You think too highly of yourself, and the battlefield is changing rapidly, how can you understand it by only reading a few books on the art of war and talking about it?"

"What are you saying today that you were captured by my northern frontier and are not unwise? This is just an excuse for your defeat, how can a general who is proficient in battlefield combat recklessly break into the enemy's city without knowing any information like you? The students of the military family, the descendants of the Wei Wu, in my opinion, are just a group of people with wine bags and rice bags, why do you say that the tiger will return to the mountain?"

In order to destroy the other party, the old man continued: "The student of the military family, the successor of Wei Wu, may seem like a great title to you, but in the eyes of the old man, these are just some more cattle, sheep and horses. ”

Zhao Haoyi listened to Liu Xiong's words, his heart was full of blood and blood, and his teeth were clenched: "Old horseman, my Qi country will not let you go in the northern frontier!" ”

"Really? Just by your puppet king? Although my northern frontier is small, I am also united, and you are in the same country? It's just a group of flies and dogs, the generals are afraid of death, the Wenchen is drunk all day long and dreams of dying of his own power, the king is not the king, the minister is not the minister, so what is the country to fear?"

"You ......"

Before Zhao Haoyi finished speaking, his eyes went black and he fainted, and he thought a lot of things at the moment when he passed out.

At the age of seventeen, he traveled to study all over the world, and then joined the army, learned battlefield strategy, and was accepted as a closed disciple by Wei Wuhou after returning to China, and his reputation resounded in the Qi country.

After studying hard, the art of war and strategy for 11 years is just as Liu Xiong said, just talking on paper.

The old man looked at Zhao Haoyi, who had fainted on the ground, and said disdainfully, "Drag it down, repair a book, go out of the city and give it to Situ Kong, tell him, the student of the military family, the successor of Weiwu, in our hands, tell him that he wants someone, and the armor will be exchanged." ”

"By the way, I sent someone to the Death Word Camp to inform the little monk that he sent someone to arrest him."

At the end, the old man smiled playfully, and after a long time, a helpless sigh resounded in the empty room.

Today's morning was not as warm as it had been for the previous days, with the cold wind blowing the scattered snow from the treetops in the valley, and the howling wind mixed with the snow echoed and roared through the valley.

The teenagers of the Death Word Camp stood neatly dressed in the open space of the valley, waiting for the black-clad youth at the front to give an order.

Ye Yan stood at the forefront, feeling the cold brought by the wind, stretched out his hand to cover the snowflakes brought by the wind, and said with a smile: "Today is a good day." ”

The teenagers didn't know why, and complained in their hearts, "Good weather? I'm afraid the strategist isn't crazy, right?"

Ge Dongtian was fifteen or sixteen years old, the age of courage and activity, so he opened his mouth and said, "Strategist, how can such a strong wind be good weather?"

Ye Yan still likes the young man in front of him, he is bold and careful, and he reveals a touch of wit in his honesty.

"Training in the cold wind can greatly improve your ability to resist the cold, how can it not be good weather?"

"Okay, the stinky boys are divided into twenty teams, first run five kilometers, then five hundred push-ups, and set off."

After Ye Yan finished speaking, he led the group of teenagers to run, and neat footsteps resounded in the valley.

Zhang Jiu and Shi Kong were also talking in the camp tent at this time.

Zhang Jiu looked at Shikong with a strange smile on his face, and Shikong was full of murderous intent, and seemed to have become the murderous demon monk again.

"Monk, or you will feed the tiger with your body, then the girl is willing to pay such a high price for you, rather than cheapening Qi for nothing, it is better for us to earn it ourselves in Northern Xinjiang."

"Zhang Dian, are you looking for death?"

Zhang Jiu heard that Shikong even shouted out his own family's name, and understood that the other party was really angry, so he stopped laughing, and said seriously, "Monk, let it go." ”

Shikong looked at Zhang Jiu and sneered: "Put it down? The Southern Barbarian Demon Girl used the people of Qin to coerce me to break the wine ring, the people of Qin regarded me as a demon monk, Lingbao Temple destroyed me, drove me away from the temple, when the master passed away, I was not allowed to enter the temple to take a look, I was like a lost dog was driven out of the Qin State, these are all harmed by the demon girl, how do you let me go? Now that the Qin State has formed an alliance with the Nanban, do you want my Qin State and the Nanban Demon Girl to marry and marry forever? Do you think it's possible?"

Zhang Jiu was speechless when he was released, he understood the knot in his heart, he had seen the monk take out the torn Du Mu many times and stroke it.

The monk is homesick, thinking about the Lingbao Temple where he has lived for more than ten years, whether out of brotherhood or national interests, Zhang Jiu wants him to go back.

The words of the old general Liu Xiong are not without this meaning, maybe this will make the monk feel a gap, but the conditions that the Nanban gave to the Qi State are too rich, if the northern Xinjiang is won over, the border battlefield in the northern Xinjiang of the Qi State may end.

Shikong didn't speak, stood up and left lonely, the black robe rustling in the wind, and the back looked depressed.

Zhang Jiu didn't chase after him, he sat there and looked at the back of Shikong, he knew that the other party wanted to be quiet.

Thirty miles east of Yuzhou City is the 80,000 troops stationed in the Qi State, and because of this heavy snowfall, the double defense chose a truce. As the commander-in-chief, Situ Kong is looking at the hanging Kanyu map.

He is one of the few veterans of the Qi State, the elder of the two dynasties, and the current monarch of the Qi State was entrusted to him when the first king of the Qi State died.

This old man is also one of the few royalist generals in the Qi State.

The monarch of Qi wanted to gather the hearts of the people and eradicate the benevolent party, in the eyes of the monarch of Qi, there was nothing more than opening up the territory and expanding the territory to win the hearts of the people, the northern Xinjiang country was weak and lacked iron armor, and the total number of troops was less than 150,000, so he set off this three-to-four-year war.

What the monarch of Qi didn't expect was that the northern Xinjiang was so difficult to bite, and the four or five coaches failed to take this small country, so he had to invite Situ Kong, who had returned to his hometown, to take command again.