Hua Qisheng snorted angrily while pressing the formation command, and pressed the formation command after snorting and exhaling, the smell of blood on the battlefield became stronger, the broken blades and remnants of the arrows gradually increased, and the corpses of the battle dead were scattered everywhere, but they did not add more or decrease. Even the real leader of the Big Gun Mansion, Boss Zhao, brought reinforcements with the ink-shirted steward of the Double Knife with Love, but it didn't make his cold and hard face look a little better.

If he could have the ability to perceive like those legendary martial arts masters who had advanced to the innate level, maybe he would find that there were people on a small peak near the left who were snooping without respect for the honor of the Han soldiers, and if he learned the martial arts master's technique of seeing and hearing all things in heaven and earth with the power of one person, maybe his face would be even colder and harder than now.

"From this moment back to six hundred years, the soldier saint Sun Wuzi and his old man said a very remarkable thing: Fan Xing Shi 100,000, go on a thousand miles, spend thousands of dollars a day, internal and external turmoil, do not do things to win for a day, and love Jue Lu 100 gold, do not know the feelings of the enemy, not the general of the country, not the king's Zuo, not the lord of victory. ”

Dressed in a green shirt moving with the wind, the mustachioed scribe Wei Ye shook his head and recited the famous article about military intelligence espionage in "Sun Tzu". However, at this moment, there is only a trace of blood twilight left in the west of the remnant sun, and the bright moon has not yet reached the middle of the sky, such a style, I don't see any strategizing demeanor at all, maybe the mustachioed scribe wants to create an artistic conception of a crane independent Spring Mountain, but unfortunately the blood and fire under the peak are boiling in the sky, the real crane cherishes its feathers, and only the vulture on stilts likes to squat here to pay attention to the unilateral slaughter scene.

In a place where the cold wind could not blow and the scout harriers of the Big Gun Mansion could not see, Sima Ling, who had been accompanying her uncle over the mountains and mountains and the trailer to cushion the road, yawned and sat on the heavy wooden box, nodding and saying, "Yes, yes, so at this time, it should be the turn of Uncle You rubbed over in a wheelchair with a white fan, and asked the disgusting talking tuberculosis boss in a friendly manner: 'This general, I have three tips, which can solve this misfortune, and the big special price is also free shipping, do you want to have one?' So the chatty boss was very moved to ask Uncle you to go out of the mountain to be the mastermind, but Uncle resolutely said, "The people of the mountains and fields are not restrained, thank you for the general's love", so the chatty boss asked him again, Uncle, thank you again, like three times, isn't it?"

The green-shirted scribe who was blowing the wind at the peak and pretending to be a vulgar crane shadow touched his short mustache embarrassedly, coughed lightly and said: "Although the Big Gun Mansion has just established itself here, it is an old brand after all, with high treatment and good benefits, and Zhao Yalong is also kind." If you ask for a job, this thigh is also worth hugging. ”

However, his gaze moved from the sky to the almost one-sided battlefield, and he continued with some regret: "It's a pity, no matter the second-in-command like Yulin Langhua Qisheng, who has a great view of the overall situation, or the black-clothed brother who plays well with double knives, just this set of wolves is a very high-level brother, and he has turned the battle between mortals and aliens into the strength of extreme sports, which is worthy of many students who are interested in the great cause of dominating the world." ”

Speaking of this, the bearded scribe couldn't help but sigh: "The Big Gun Mansion is full of talents...... The cone is in the bag, revealing itself, but if you throw it into the toolbox, it will be nothing. ”

The truth is the same everywhere it goes. Therefore, it is better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, and to be a happy marquis in the capital, how can he compare to a lonely vassal king in a foreign land.

The green-shirted scribe, whose status was 108,000 miles away from the vassal kings and princes, stood on the top of the peak and sighed, and the soldiers of the big gun mansion who did not know where they came from were fighting and killed the big guns, and they were charging again and again in vain, and they couldn't help but sigh. There are a lot of good players in the Big Gun Mansion, and if you put it together carefully, you can even make up a martial arts alliance, but it is such a new strong army with many masters, but it can't help but have a beast that has nothing special except for being tall and strong and thick-skinned.

At this moment, they all seem to have become eagles that have just caught a mountain turtle out of the nest, and a little monkey that has just picked up a nut from the nest, the tortoise shell is too hard, the claws cannot be torn, and the teeth cannot be cracked, it is the time when guidance and learning are needed.

Just learning comes at a cost, like a bunch of dried meat, a plate of bonuses, or a miserable bleeding head.

Zhao Yalong didn't want to use his head to break the blood as tuition.

He rode a very tall war horse, the horse's hooves were white, but the whole body was like fine black satin, this horse has a name called Snow Hoof Wu, it is said that it is the Dawan species introduced by the horse merchants of Xiliang, and his black armor is very lined. However, at this moment, Snowhoof was digging the ground restlessly, and the man it was carrying was about to turn in circles.

However, there were two people beside him who had never ridden horses, one on the left and one on the right, so that he did not even have room to go around in circles.

The young man on the left, with a black shirt and black boots, holding a pair of jet-gold short knives in his arms, was Zhao Yalong's nominal steward of the house. The tall and strong man on the right is clothed and straw sandals, with a large number of beads hanging on his fist, his head is hairless, and he is holding a stick with high eyebrows, and his face is calm.

Although the first emperor invited two bald-headed Hu people from the Western Regions to build a temple in Luoyang to explain the teachings, after all, monks are still a rare profession that is explicitly forbidden for the people of the Han Dynasty to join, and even the little school who is accompanying these people can't help but look at this tall and strong man a few more times.

However, in the eyes of the people, this tall monk who was too sharp only stood on his chest with one palm, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Tou'er, behind you is the banner of the Chinese army, and you have now taken over the position of Second Brother Hua as the general of the first army." If you also go to feed the wolves, this time it will be a big loss, don't think about the flop. ”

"What's more, you're the one who is considered to be the worst in our house. The young steward in the ink shirt took advantage of the situation to make up for the blow, not caring at all about the auditory hallucinations like broken porcelain pieces appearing in his ears.

"Lose?" Zhao Yalong patted the saddle with some anger, "The armor will always break, the sword will always break, the brothers are not afraid of death and rush over and over again, I, the leader, are sitting here?

This is said very sincerely and beautifully, and Emperor Gao, the Taizu of the Han Dynasty, is nothing more than that. However, the tall monk and the ink-shirted steward saw the majestic posture of their own lord, and they tacitly glanced at each other, and tightened the protective ring a little more.

If you really want to let this mansion lord with a tongue stronger than his arm go into battle, not only must he be separated to take care of him, but even the steps of the queue attack will be disrupted. It's better to let him honestly stay in the Chinese army and do a good job in stabilizing the heart of the army The auspicious beast is a promising career.

The debate over whether to let the nominal supreme leader of the West Park Army go to his death like a rookie who had just entered the battlefield, because a young girl came out of nowhere.

Although the Chinese army of the Big Gun Mansion was not as well-guarded as those of the state pastoral department that really guarded the place, it was also an orderly and secret art of war, but there was such a little girl who looked harmless and cute, and she easily penetrated through the guards guarding them. The little girl was holding a very chic bun, and a long package was carried on her shoulder, and it was vaguely obvious that there was a pair of short knives inside.

As soon as she appeared, she became the focus of everyone's attention, which made the little girl bow her head a little embarrassed, raise her finger to close her somewhat messy sideburns, and then raised her head and smiled: "Uncle Zhao, we meet again." ”

Although Zhao Yalong has always loved to pretend to be a stable and dignified superior in front of people, he is not too old beyond the age of the crown ceremony, listening to the girl's cordial "uncle", and then thinking of the girl's real uncle with a mustache, I don't feel a little bad in my heart. However, he still showed his usual familiar and amiable smile, jumped off the horse and rubbed his hands: "Sister, why did you come to such a dangerous place?

However, the next conversation made his enthusiastic smile quickly turn into a dry smile, because the little girl in front of him blinked her eyes and said in a very serious and pleasing tone: "The next thing is my uncle's words, he said-'The Big Gun Mansion is also full of talents, why don't you even do some enemy reconnaissance work and pull the team over to practice.'" Follow the cool officials of the Cao family, who want to be the minister of Zhongxing, but they are bent on seeing your jokes, if the moon is full and the sky has not yet been decided, then there is no need to fight, honestly Mingjin collected his troops and returned to Luoyang City to eat a warm pot. ’”

There is a lot of information in this passage, and there is a smell of sour vinegar, and even the little girl Sima Ling, who recited this passage, felt a little unbearable. After taking a few deep breaths, she barely showed a lovely smile and said to several important people in the Big Gun Mansion who were already unkind: "The above words are all relayed from my uncle, look at the faces of several people, you can know why he threw my poor cousin and niece as a microphone so bloodless and tearless, right?"

Sima Ling betrayed her uncle without any guilt, trying to deflect the anger of people who were already big names relative to her, but the next sentence completely exposed her long-stained nature around the sour and slippery mustachioed man: "But my sour uncle is a regular clerk who received a waist card document in Shizhong Temple, not a military member, and your forbidden army can at most block him in a small alley and beat him, and wearing small shoes or something is not as convenient as the northern lieutenant's office, right, right?"

If the people of the Big Gun Mansion are willing to pay a high price to let their niece pass on the word to mock their own green-shirted scribe at this critical moment, it seems that Sima Ling doesn't mind charging a small consultation fee. However, although Zhao Yalong's facial muscles twitched a little, he still accurately captured the implicit meaning of the words that the green-shirted scribe entrusted his niece to.

As soon as he raised his hand to stop the young man in the ink shirt who was silently slowly moving his right foot forward by half a step, Zhao Yalong still said to the seemingly delicate but cunning girl in front of him with his greatest sincerity: "It seems that your uncle seems to know a lot. ”

The words "know a lot" are very good, and there are big names who don't really know the style but go straight to the point. It's no wonder that Zhao Yalong took this kind of way of being a witty official, and anyone who listened to a sour and disgusting cynicism didn't have a very good demeanor.

Sima Ling listened to Zhao Yalong's unintentional polite words, but clapped his hands lightly: "Uncle Zhao, you are a good person, don't force yourself." My uncle said that if Uncle Zhao was like Liu Bang's old rascal and said "Why did Mr. teach me" with a very happy look, then it would be better for the two of us to win as soon as possible, and it would be not fun to make trouble like Li Sheng who didn't get mixed with Wuding food but earned a Wuding cooking. ”

Sima Ling didn't care about calling Emperor Gaozu of this dynasty an "old rascal", which caused a shock from the small schools around him, although he didn't mess up the formation under the monk's very threatening eyes, but he still unconsciously spread out a little.

Although these little schoolers didn't understand what "old rascal" meant, looking at the expressions of the few people who were talking, they also knew that it was definitely not a good word.

The whispers of the big guys, as expected, still don't listen to it.

The girl who was relaying someone's rebellious words slandering the founding emperor shrugged her shoulders and continued: "But Uncle Zhao, you are obviously a normal person who will get angry with blood and tears, so Uncle still has one more sentence-"

She paused, unwrapped the long package, and raised her eyebrows in the person's tone: "It's better to leave this kind of thing to a professional to deal with." ”

Inside the package, a pair of wooden knives with crooked and twisted words were written.