MTL - Golden Age Legitimate Fei-~ 280. The design of the father

280. Father's design

In the Mojiajun camp, Mo Xiaobao's well-behaved sitting on the big account, while not forgetting to listen to the conversation between the ink and the generals. Mo Xiuzhen sent Lu Jinxian and other generals who were able to be the only ones to the south line. Therefore, the northern front line headed by Mo Xiu and Ye Li was left with only Yun Yun and other young generals. However, there is a saying that the youngest will not be afraid of the tiger. These young leaders will be appointed to such a person for the first time. Naturally, confidence is full of enthusiasm. After several wins, I have thrown aside some of my original concerns, and the morale is high every day.

Inklessly looked at the young generals below, and smiled lightly: "How do you feel when you have been down these days? Is it better to tell the king?" The generals looked at each other and looked at each other. At one glance, Ding Wang, who is sitting on the side and laughing, said: "We have won a series of consecutive battles in the past few days. Wang Ye thinks... Is there something wrong?" Mo Xiuxiao said with a smile: "Nothing is wrong, this king is asking you." Any thoughts?"

Everyone was silent for a while, Chen Yun said: "Despite these days, even though Lien Chan has won in a row, it is mostly because the Beibei people are not good at defending the city. If the Beibei people give up the defending city and instead confront the Chinese army, I am afraid... We won't win so easily."

After Chen Yun finished, everyone could not help but be silent. Indeed, they did not have to deal with Beibei people before. If it is really easy to win, then they don't have to play for so long. The Beibei people are not really good at fighting as they think. It’s just that these days’ Lien Chan winning streak has given them a feeling of being a Beibei. It is a good thing not to fear the enemy, but it is not a good thing to despise your enemy too much. Therefore, in the face of the eyes of the people for help, Ye Li is also an uncharacteristic blindness. Chen Yunyun, these generals, have actually gone through many years of study and tempering. They know that the amount will not be worse than the veteran. What they lack is just the experience of gambling and the mentality of victory and defeat. But such a state of mind must be honed in several wins and defeats. This has led to the fact that they are more likely to be ecstasy than veterans when they win, and they are more likely to collapse than veterans when they are defeated.

After a long silence in the big account, Mo Xiuzhen nodded and said: "It is good to be able to understand." It was because of the smugness of these days that the people who were ashamed and shy that they saw the prince were not angry, and they were relieved. Yunxiao hesitated and asked: "Does the meaning of Wang Ye, Beibei will soon change the tactics?"

Ink repair said: "The Lien Chan battle will not change the tactics, the Beibei people are really stupid to the medicine can be saved. You, know what to do?" All people sing: "Understand!"

Ink repaired nodded and didn't ask them what they understood. He said, "If you understand, go ahead and prepare."

The people retire and quit the big account. On the side of the ink repair, he saw the ink on the table, and listened to the conversations of the people with a sigh of relief. The crowd would be led out, and there was still a trace of pity on his face that he could not recover. Ink repaired his eyes slightly, and Mo Xiaobao’s small head quickly bowed his head and made serious writing. Ink repaired and looked at him and asked: "I just heard the conversation, did you understand?" Mo Xiaobao looked up, and the clever big eyes squinted at both sides and found that Mo Xiu was not talking to others. This time, I quickly sent a pleasing smile. "Go back to the father, I understand." Mo Xiuzhen asked: "What do you understand?"

Mo Xiaobao replied: "The father reminds the generals that they cannot be forgotten because of the momentary victory and despise their opponents. The reason why our army can win so easily these days is because the Beibei army is not good at defending the city. The army used my long attack to attack the enemy. A period of Beibei people changed their tactics, and our army was likely to be in a hurry because of the general idea." Mo Xiu nodded, and reluctantly agreed with the words of Mo Xiaobao, raising his eyebrows to look at him: "So, what do you say if the Beibei army confronts us positively?"

"Oh... this..." Mo Xiaobao wrinkled his small face and thought for a long time, and his eyes were bright, and he looked forward to looking at the ink repair: "The Beiqi cavalry is good at fighting in the wilderness, the speed is very fast, we can put them Introduced into the mountains, the Beibei people are not familiar with the terrain, the cavalry is not good at mountain battles, we can win!" After that, Mo Xiaobao proudly blinked his eyes, filled with big eyes: praise me, praise me Let's go.

Inklessly smiled, and raised his hand to his head, faintly said: "With your age, it is not bad to think of so much."

A small treasure of Mo Xiaobao, dissatisfied with his own father: Is this a compliment? Daxie and Taigong will never be so exaggerated. Taigong said that children are so smart!

Deeply felt that Xiao Xiaobao, who was seen by his father Wang Xiao, plunged into the arms of Ye Liu. "Mother, the father bullied me!" Ye Liu patted his little head with a smile, and smiled: "You When the father Wang Mingming praised you, how could he bully you?" Mo Xiaobao whispered a small mouth: "Xiaobao is not young, I think so much is good. Xiaobao's idea is obviously very good. Taigong and Daxie Both boast and be smart."

Ye Liu Nai’s sigh, laughing and watching Mo Xiaobao said: “But everyone you think can think of it, and there is nothing particularly powerful. Otherwise... you go out and ask Chen Yun them, see if they can think of it too. "In fact, it is a very common thing for adults to praise children's intelligence. And Mo Xiaobao really deserves to be praised by others." However, Nai Kui’s people are not ordinary people. Therefore, Mo Xiaobao inevitably has a little bit of a stinking enemy who thinks he is smart. It was a little bit hit by the ink repairing, and it was a little unpleasant.

"Oh..." On the knees of Ye Liu, Mo Xiaobao looked at the glass with pity.

Ye Liu smiled and touched his son's little head: "And your father is right. You don't have a lot of people to read books at a young age. Naturally, there are many things that are unexpected. This does not mean We are not smart, Xiaobao.” Next to the ink repair, he picked up his eyebrows and took two books from one side and put them in front of Mo Xiaobao: “Looking at these two books, then you think that this should be capitalized. Show me down. If you write well, the king will admit that you are very smart."

Mo Xiaobao’s eyes brightened and he was recognized and appreciated by his father. This is something that every child is extremely eager for. However, the relationship between Mo Xiaobao and Mo Xiuqi was born from one attack after another. Although Mo Xiaobao usually hates the appearance of his father, he is more persistent in his appreciation of Mo Xiu. Sure enough, after ink repairing, Mr. Mo Xiaobao grabbed the book and hugged it in his arms: "A word is fixed! If I want to come out with a good method, my father will use my method to fight against the enemy!" ”

Inklessly nodded and smiled and said: "No problem. In these few days, you will stay in the account to study these two books. The father will also let some of the files of Beibei take you to your reference. As long as the method you propose can withstand the test and the test, the king can not only use your method, but also declare to the whole world that you are playing with Mo Xiaobao."

"It’s the ink sorrow!" Mo Xiaobao is dissatisfied and proud. Xiaobao’s is really not too gorgeous. He can’t imagine what he would do if he did something famous in the world. He heard people discussing “Ming Xiaofu’s xxx...” feel?

"Yes." Ink repaired nodded and said: "As long as you have done it, the king will never call you Mo Xiaobao again. But on the contrary... you have to scream three times in the hands of the entire military camp, this world is called Mo Xiaobao. ""

"Okay, a word is fixed, a gentleman said..."

In the disguise of ink repair, he glanced at the five short stature of Mo Xiaobao, lazily added a sentence, "a quick whip."

So, suddenly, the target of the ink Xiaobao picked up two thick books and rushed out to the outside of the account, while turning back and waving to the glass: "Mother, waiting for the baby to glory for you." Hands cover your face and smile. Son, although the mother is also used to calling you Mo Xiaobao, but the mother also does not want people all over the world to know that you are called Xiaobao. [

"Wang Ye, designing a child of a few years, really has a leisurely heart..." Ye Li smiled and looked at the ink repair faintly.

Ink repaired his eyebrows and smiled: "This king is obviously a bright and straightforward agreement with him. How is it called design?" Ye Lidao: "Is it? Waiting for Xiaobao to read the two books you gave, and you let The file sent by the person, and then come up with a way to fear that it will be over a month or two?" Don’t say how to deal with the North Korean cavalry, I’m afraid of the battle between Mojiajun and Beibei. The overall situation has been fixed. Mo Xiaobao is also a child, and the children of ordinary people are just beginning their enlightenment when they are seven or eight years old. The two books given by Mo Xiufu are not only later, but also very difficult and difficult to understand. Even Yunxiao’s reading of this book has been pondered for two or three months, not to mention the word "墨小宝" There is no child to recognize.

Therefore, this gambling has always been the bureau that ink repairs designed to combat Mo Xiaobao.

"A Glass knows, why don't you say it?" Ink repaired with a smile: "I can see that Ari also feels that the king is doing it right?"

Ye Liuyan, Mo Xiaobao is indeed a bit stinky. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as an appreciation of ink. There is nothing wrong with being hit by a small one. There are still many people who are satisfied with his confidence.

Ye Liu, some of Nai’s, looked at Mo Xiu’s smile and said something dangerous. “Be careful, he’s going to talk to you.” Mo Xiu whispered: “The kid’s best is to shun the wind and avoid the wind. He will only make trouble with you." Mo Xiaobao realized the iron heart of his father's king very early, so he would not be entangled with ink repair. Moreover, his goal is to go beyond the ink repair, and then step on his father's head. If he is now lazy with his father, when he wins the father and then he is taken out by the father to take the matter out, will he let him settle the majesty of Wang Shizi?

Wen Yan, Ye Li could not help but look at the black line.

Sure enough, as the ink repairs expected, the next day, the Northern Army had changed its tactics. No longer waiting for the Mohist army to attack the city as usual. Instead, he took the lead and led the cavalry out of the city and directly battled the Mojia army on the ground outside the city. Although the Mo Jiajun was prepared, it was still caused by the rampage of Beibei Iron Rider. Not only did the number of casualties rise, but let alone the siege, even the side of the wall did not touch. Although Beibei also has damage, but at most it can only be regarded as a half-pound, each with damage. It’s a little different from the previous ones.

Upon returning to the camp, the generals gathered together and talked about how to deal with the cavalry of Beibei. In fact, the cavalry of the cavalry of Beibei has been considered to be quite rich in experience. After all, the number of battles between Mojiajun and Beibei is quite numerous. The reason why the black cloud ride of the Mohist army is so strong is to a large extent because of the existence of the Northern Reclamation. But such a large-scale battle is rare in the history of the two countries. Even if the Mohist army suffered a terrible loss in the past, it was also because those soldiers were killed rather than killed. If they were killed in battle, I am afraid that there has not been much this time. Therefore, it is somewhat inappropriate for the cavalry to use the cavalry. Because of the development of these years, the black cloud ride is only about 150,000, but the Beibei is basically a cavalry.

"How? What good ideas do you have?" Chen Yun asked.

Next, Sun Yaowu smiled and said: "The horses in Beibei are really powerful, but if their horses can't run..." Sun Yaowu is a military commander from the wild road, and it is a bit sloppy. Yunxiao is somewhat puzzled and frowns: "Put the medicine to their horses? But the horses are the root of the Beibei army. They must send people to guard and want to take medicine... even if there is a unicorn to help, it is very difficult." What's more, how many medicines do you have to get all the medicines? Moreover, it must be carried out at the same time to be successful, but hundreds of thousands of horses... How many people need to go to the medicine?

Sun Yaowu did not get angry. He said: "Of course, it is not sent to poison. I am afraid that sending people to assassinate Yeluye is more reliable than giving horses to war." Everyone got along for a long time and they all know their temper. I heard that Yunxiao was not angry. I looked at Sun Yaowu: "So what do you think? Can you always say this in white?"

Sun Yaowu smiled and said: "How can this general say nonsense? We can do this..." He leaned over and Sun Yaowu whispered a few words in the ear of Yunxiao. It was said that the eyes of the clouds were bright, and Chen Yun’s ear was next to him. Everyone was surrounded by fire, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively. Sun Yaowu’s method seemed to open up their thoughts at once, and everyone said that I was talking about it.

"I think it can be like this..." Yun said.

"I think this is better..." Zhou Min proudly said.

"Actually, I think this is even better..." Chen Yun added.

Not far from the hidden place, Ye Li stood next to the ink repairing and looked at the crowd in the camp surrounded by a fierce discussion of fire. He smiled: "It seems that the previous reminder is still useful. Today, this trip is completely Did not reduce their morale, then there is more fighting spirit." Mo Xiu nodded and said: "If even this setback can not be considered the trouble can not be overcome, they are not qualified to stay in the Mo family."

“Do you think that their methods can be useful?”

"Is there a time to look at it tomorrow?"

On the battlefield of the next day, all kinds of strange methods of the Mohist army have just emerged. The Mohist army helped the bagged hay and the horse's favorite food on the horseback. At the mouth of the bag, the horse was released to the ground. The grain of the Beibei had already been tightened this month. When the horse smelled the wrath of the forage, it was slashed by the Mohist soldiers who plunged at the beginning. It was not slashed, but it was put down by the medicine in the forage in a moment.

There are also a variety of strange traps, ropes, rifles, long rafts, etc., which can't be imagined. These things are obviously just rushed overnight. Although they are not very easy to handle, they still cause a lot of pain to the Beibei army. On this day, it ended again with the return of Beibei to the city.

In the Beiying camp, Yeluye was once again furious. In fact, he also knows that today's defeat in this battle is really no wonder that He Lianpeng, but under the defeat of Lien Chan's losing streak, he did not know how to vent his anger.

He Lianpeng did not argue, and he waited for the Yelu field to complete the fire in the middle of the big account.

After the fire was over, he looked at He Lianpeng, who was in the big account, and Yeluye was a little embarrassed. He frowned and waved: "General Helian got up." He Lianpeng said: "It’s all bad at the end." "Please ask the seven halls to drop the sin." Yeluye sighed and said: "This is no wonder that you, the people of the palace have always been scheming. They know that they will get along with such a bad idea." And the Mohist army will come up with such an idea. I am afraid that I understand the weakness of Beibei’s shortage of food and grass.

He Lianpeng said: "There is no need to worry about your highness. Today, such a method can never be repeated. After we have prepared for it today, it is no longer useful. But I am afraid that they will come up with other methods."

Yeluye frowned: "What is the way for General Helian?"

He Lianpeng said: "There was nothing wrong with our previous thoughts. The North Korean cavalry did cause a lot of trouble for the Mo Jiajun, otherwise they would not rather consume their own grain to deal with our cavalry. It means that we have to speed up and attack the Mohist army more violently, so that they should not be overwhelmed."

Yeluye indulged in a moment: "Well, just do what you say."

"Ance to His Royal Highness, Wang Ting has a messenger to ask for it." The guards outside the account sue. Yeluye and He Lianpeng looked at each other, and Yeluye frowned. "Wang Ting's messenger, this time... How can the father send someone to come..."

He Lianpeng sighed: "His Royal Highness, this time the king sent the messenger to come, if you don't want to pay for your highness, then I am afraid...the big things are not good." But everyone understands that the current battle of Beibei is unfavorable. It is hard to believe that it is a reward. Yelu’s ambition was also counted. He nodded and said: “Go and ask to come over together.” He Lianpeng screamed: “Yes.”

In a short while, He Lianzhen and He Lianpeng entered the big account, and the messenger of Wang Ting just said. I saw that the man stood in the account and looked at Yeluye in a respectful manner, but He Lianzhen and He Lianpeng were sinking in the heart. This man is a man of Yelu, and at this time the messenger sent by the Northern King is a prince, which explains what is self-evident.

The messenger looked at He Lianzhen and He Lianpeng in the first place and smiled: "Seven of His Royal Highness, can the minister now read the book of Wang Shang?"

Yeluye nodded his face and said, "Give me please."

The messenger did not care about his indifference. He took out a roll of bright yellow cloth and unfolded it. He said: "The king of the king: the seven emperors have come to the army, and they have lost all their losses, and they have lost their soldiers." The messenger yelled at the long script. In fact, it is just a trace of a sentence. Responding to the defeat of the leader of the Yelu field led to the loss of the soldiers in the north, and the Beibei was greatly injured. Even quickly asked to send troops. The Northern King ordered the Yeluye to defeat the ink repair and the Mohist army within two months. Otherwise, the military power must be given to others. Although he did not say who the other person was, but Ye Luye guessed that if he lost himself, the last profit would be the prince.

"Seven of His Royal Highness, I don't know the meaning of the king. Did you understand the book?" After reading the script, the messenger asked with a smile. "The king is in a hurry and is worried, and he is still worried."

Yeluye snorted and said coldly: "Thank you for reminding me of the messenger, this king naturally understands."

The messenger smiled and said: "I understand it. If this is the case, the lower officials will be in the army of the Highness these days. At that time, the news will be slammed into the king."

This is to supervise the army!

Yeluye blinked, and Beibei had no arguments about the army. Whoever listens to the soldiers will listen to them, but this messenger came from the order of the Northern King, and naturally has the right to control the army of the Northern Army. Since then, the prince and the coach of Ye Luye have been subject to punishment everywhere, and will be sue in front of the North King at any time. Ye Luye knew that the current form was extremely unfavorable to himself. Wang Ting was only afraid that his father was very dissatisfied with himself. The best choice is to hand over the military power to He Lianzhen and immediately rush back to Wang Ting to explain to the father. After all, as a prince, nothing is more important than the trust of the Northern King. However, Yeluye also understands that once he has gone, Helian, who has not received a soldier for more than a decade, may not be able to control the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses. When the soldiers fall into the hands of Yelu, they will really have nothing. No more.

Yeluye looked indifferently at the messenger below, and passed a chilly killing in his eyes. A little nodded: "If that's the case... there is a big man."

Since it has fallen behind, I am afraid that Wang Ting’s Prince has already been ready. That being the case... why should he retreat? The trust and military power of the father is the same as holding in his hand.

The messenger did not seem to hear the coldness of his words, nodded and smiled: "Thank you for your Highness."