Those who serve in the army do not want to be like eagles and vow to dominate the battlefield. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Blood-stained robes and dying on the battlefield are the glory of soldiers.

At this moment, the soldiers guarding the Great Wall could only hold back their anger and listen to the insults of the barbarians like rolling thunder.

Because the commander-in-chief gave a death order, no one was allowed to go out of the city to meet the enemy.

Thousands of hard bows were erected along the edge of the city, and flint and wood were piled up by the walls.

With these cold arrows and rolling stones, they have already blocked six strong attacks by the barbarians.

Defending the city is effective, but as a general, the turtle can't shrink, and can only let the enemy laugh and scold, and it is inevitable to be a nest.

The deputy general on duty visited the barbarian banner under the city, slammed the city wall with a heavy fist, and was full of hatred: "The imperial court should not send a scholar to be the chief soldier, so that we can only shrink our necks and let people scold, so annoying!"

The lieutenant next to him sighed lightly and smiled helplessly: "How dare a general soldier who can't lift a knife go out of the city to fight? I'm afraid I'll faint when I see blood, right?"

The adjutant general had no intention of listening to the barbarians' scolding anymore, and turned around and walked down the beacon with the captain.

Looking at the past, along the city wall, the two rows of soldiers have set up bows and arrows, rolling wood, thunder and stones, and there is no shortage of things to ignite fire, and the heart is a little settled.

After telling the soldiers, the adjutant general turned his head to look at the lieutenant and squeezed out helplessness: "Take a sip of wine?"

"When the soldiers are in the city, drinking alcohol is a violation of military law, do you dare?"

"If the general soldier asks me about the crime of drinking, I would like to ask him, what kind of military law should I be sentenced if I can't fight in fear?"

The lieutenant nodded, and was bitterly happy: "The nest soldiers drink the nest wine, this wine, it seems that I have to accompany you to drink." ”

The chief soldier also knew that the soldiers had hatred in their hearts.

There is hatred for the barbarians, and there is hatred for him.

But what can be done?

Yan Meixiao doesn't know martial arts, doesn't know blades, is not good at horsemanship, and is not familiar with leading soldiers, but he understands formations.

The barbarians under the city are dressed rudely, with clumsy blades, seemingly chaotic, but there is a hidden murderous motive in them.

There must have been a superior formation in the army of the barbarians, because they discharged five hundred formations.

Five hundred formations are not five hundred formations.

It's just a formation, but its name is the Five Hundred Formation.

It is said that it was created by the mighty Guiguzi.

Guiguzi is a master in the world, and has received a total of 500 disciples.

Among his 500 disciples, he is twice as capable, and all of them do not have the ability to stir up the world.

The Five Hundred Formation is the ultimate formation that Guiguzi learned from his five hundred disciples and created with his life's energy.

It is impossible to grant the five hundred formations to others, how can they be obtained by the barbarians?

Yan Meixiao was puzzled.

Although he came up with five hundred formations, he had no way to crack it, and he couldn't stick to it, so he could only let the barbarians scream and curse wildly.

The barbarians scolded him, but now, even his own soldiers disdained him.

Alas, that's it, how can they understand the fierceness of the five hundred formations?

Scold behind your back, who made me a scholar general?

There wasn't even a single scar on his body.

After sighing bitterly in his heart, he drank enough tea, rubbed his face vigorously, and Yan Meixiao picked up the pen again to sketch and draw.

These days, he doesn't know how much paper he has wasted, and he is all calculating the secrets of the five hundred formations.

But Guiguzi is a great wisdom, how can his ultimate formation be calculated by people casually?

If you can't count it, you have to count it.

In any case, we must find out the flaws, otherwise, wouldn't my Huaxia fall into the hands of the five hundred formations sooner or later?

Drew another piece of paper and tore it.

When the pen was dipped in ink, the lieutenant general broke into the account.

He carried a jug of wine, his face flushed, and when he entered the general's tent, he threw his helmet on the ground.

Seeing Yan Meixiao's dancing and writing, the deputy general raised his tiger eyebrows, smiled in his eyes, and asked: "General Yan Bing, so elegant, do you want to draw a picture of a lady or a picture of the Spring Palace?"

Where did he come to ask about painting, it was obvious that he was here to kick the camp.

After putting the pen on hold, Yan Meixiao frowned in a low voice: "Vice General He, you have drunk too much tea, go back to the camp to rest." ”

Tea?

Vice General He was obviously full of alcohol, but Yan Meixiao said that he drank too much tea.

This is the sin of drunkenness before the battle without asking him.

Vice General He didn't appreciate it, and looked up to the sky and laughed: "Ben will drink wine!"

"As long as you have all the arrows and stones, it doesn't hurt to drink less. Yan Meixiao whispered, taking a step back.

"Ben will drink, and he will always be full!" Vice General He staggered, approaching Yan Meixiao's dragon and tiger case.

Vice General He sat in front of the desk, took off the matching knife, and slapped it under Yan Meixiao's eyes.

Yan Meixiao remained silent, and any lieutenant general laughed drunkly.

He drank in front of the general soldiers, drank the bottom of the jug in one go, and then smashed the jug.

The big hand probed the dragon and tiger case, grabbed Yan Meixiao's clothes, and said drunkly: "Call people, call the guards under the tent to arrest me!"

was caught by him in embarrassment, half of his body was lying on the case, Yan Meixiao was puzzled: "Deputy General He, what do you mean by this?"

"Ask me what I have done, and then behead me in public. ”

Is he drunk and crazy, why does he talk childishly?

However, as smart as Yan Meixiao, he already understood the mind of Deputy General He, so he could only sigh bitterly: "If you hang your head on the beacon tower, you will be able to rectify military discipline, and the morale of the soldiers will be high." ”

After saying the bottom of Vice General He's heart, Yan Meixiao shook his head: "However, I still won't give the order to go out of the city to meet the enemy." ”

"Why!" Vice Admiral He asked, furrowing his thick eyebrows.

"There are masters in the army of the barbarians, and their formation is too mysterious, if our army comes out, it will not survive. ”

"It's you who are cowardly!" Vice General He pushed Yan Meixiao to the ground with a big push.

"The barbarians are not dressed properly, the blades are uneven, the swords and horses are not fast, and there is no military discipline!" Vice General He was full of disdain, and laughed a few times: "It's because you're scared that you are talking nonsense about the master's formation and destroy my momentum!"

Yan Meixiao only sighed and stopped talking.

What's the use of what I say? Should I not believe it or will I not believe it.

"For a general, it is better to die under the enemy's sword than to be killed by a nest!"

Vice General He's eyes were red, and his voice was full of hatred.

Why don't I want to fight the barbarian army?

But knowing that the enemy is strong and I am weak, how can we act recklessly?

"Adjutant General Ho. Yan Meixiao sat up, tidied up his clothes, and said slowly: "Our soldiers are living people, they have mothers, wives, children, brothers, and sisters, if I know that going out of the city is to send them to death, how can I order the city to be opened?"

"The chief soldier said it so emotionally. Vice General He still sneered contemptuously and raised his chin: "I think it's because the general soldier is worried about his wife and children, and he doesn't dare to meet the enemy, right?"

It's wrong to say anything, so why say more?

Yan Meixiao got up, walked out of the dragon and tiger case, and walked straight out of the big tent.

Adjutant General He's chest rose and fell, pulled out his matching knife, cut off a corner of the general soldier's dragon and tiger case, and scolded: "If there is an enemy outside the city, you dare not fight, and you dare not punish me for violating military discipline.

The people are gone, and the scolding continues.

The man of rat guts?

Yan Meixiao lowered his head and smiled bitterly, forget it, let him say it.