Chapter 416
What Are You Waiting For?
Chapter 416 What Are You Waiting For?
Wei Zhong, the general of Youwuwei, has a steady and steady temperament, and his emotions and anger are invisible.
But at the moment his eyelids are twitching.
The old thief whispered: "Are you waiting for your husband?"
Lin Feibao glanced at Wei Zhong, "Wei Zhong...was only a lieutenant general back then."
The old thief asked: "But you climbed up by yourself?"
"Do you think that when you reach the position of a general, you can climb up by yourself?"
At this point, it is not just a question of ability, but also a question of attitude.
That is to say, political ideas, that is, to stand in line.
If you don't want to stand in line, then I'm very sorry, this position is not for you.
Therefore, at the top floor, few are alone.
It is inevitable to form cliques and even form cliques.
Therefore, the so-called maverick is just a bragging.
"It looks like a very honest person, but I didn't expect to form a party." The old thief was a little disappointed.
"The official life is difficult, and if you walk alone, you will either be drowned or stabbed to death with a knife."
"Isn't it clean?"
"Clean...a beggar has several friends, let alone a high-ranking official."
"Hey!"
"You, have some regrets?"
"Originally, the old man was still thinking...to use Wei Zhong as a benchmark."
Lin Feibao frowned and looked at him.
"Wei Zhong seems to have a high position and authority, but the time to fight is not long. If it is a gentleman...he cannot be in a high position."
"Old man... just thinking about it."
"Think differently!"
"it is good!"
The old thief began to look for his own life benchmark again.
Lin Feibao looked at Wei Zhong, and thought of the lieutenant who smiled shyly in front of the filial emperor back then.
Honoring the emperor was just a smile, and Wei Zhong was very excited, as if he had been rewarded by the emperor.
Time flies, the deputy general of the year has become one of the giants of the Tang military.
Less original innocence, more so-called stability.
Lin Feibao shook his head slightly, putting this thought aside.
Yang Xuan couldn't get over it, and Wei Ling'er saw that her father's face was not looking good, so she realized that she had lost her composure.
However, there is no turning back when you open the bow!
Wei Linger rolled her eyes, "I have a letter for you."
Someone entrusted me to write a letter to Zitai, and it happened that Zitai came to my house... I am such a clever little guy!
But she forgot that she didn't have a letter in her hand.
Wei Zhong's mouth twitched.
Huang Chunhui glanced at Liu Qing: Why does this little brat like women so much?
Liu Qing whispered: "Beautiful, talented, there is no way."
Huang Chunhui said indifferently: "It would be a good thing if he could be pulled over."
"He's married."
If Yang Xuan dared to hook up with Wei Linger, Liu Qing felt that Wei Zhong could fight all the way from Chang'an to northern Xinjiang.
Yang Xuan walked over.
"It's a letter from Holly. She's written some poems lately."
Wei Linger then whispered: "Hey! Those people from Southern Xinjiang are here, good guys, they are so aggressive, I asked the people around me to watch..."
Also sentinel, worthy of being the daughter of a great general.
"What did they say... Be careful of Beijiang's meddling in this battle. For this reason, today I will give you a blow to the head... No, I will give you a blow to the head."
Yang Xuan touched his head, "Thank you very much."
"Why are you polite?" Wei Ling'er lowered her voice, "By the way, Dongqing originally wanted to invite Chen Zimao to hold a poetry meeting, but she heard that Chen Zimao fell ill and was talking nonsense. Could it be a ghost?"
"It shouldn't be!"
This is not a ghost encounter, but a stress response after a murder.
Talking nonsense... The Chen family was afraid that they would be out of their wits when they heard his nonsense, so they quickly blocked his mouth.
Wei Linger pretended to touch and feel in the cuffs, because Yang Xuan turned her back to everyone, blocking everyone's sight, so she was able to calmly play the role of delivering a letter.
"Be careful." Wei Linger patted Yang Xuan's palm, as if passing a letter.
"I know." Yang Xuan nodded, pretending to put the letter into his sleeves.
Wei Zhong watched Yang Xuan approaching, and asked inadvertently, "Whose letter?"
This smell is like a flower farmer's vigilance when he finds that someone is going to plan his delicate flowers.
"A poetic friend."
"Can you still write poetry?"
"It's just nonsense."
"Nonsense is better than ignorance. When we go back to the northern Xinjiang gathering, we can compose poems to go along with it." Huang Chunhui was in good spirits.
Ha ha!
Yang Xuan snorted.
Huang Chunhui coughed dryly, "Old Wei, that girl of yours looks pretty, but are you optimistic about her?"
"The little girl is young, it's still early."
"What do you like?"
"It's really hard to say, the little girl has no personality, she likes those who are literary at one time, and those who are bold and bold, or those who are gentle and elegant."
"These can't be eaten as food."
"Isn't this the truth between husband and wife? What's bold, what's gentle, after getting along for a long time, the most important thing is... Mutual consideration!"
"Hey! Old Wei, you have realized it."
"It's not enlightenment, these are the truths that have been learned day by day."
"Well! This life is not just living. It's useless to live a life with any boldness, literary talent, or flying over walls."
"Yeah! It's just to coax those young people who are just in love."
The two big bosses talked about children's scriptures, which made the people behind them stunned.
"It's useless." Lin Feibao said.
Yang Xuan said: "These talents are just weapons to attract each other when men and women meet for the first time. It's like opening a peacock's tail."
"Lang Jun, what is a peacock spreading its tail?"
"The peacock is a big bird. It looks green. Every spring, the peacock will spread all its feathers. It looks like a screen, with gorgeous colors and beautiful scenery."
"Then why did it turn on the screen?"
"Courtship."
Wang Laoer understood, "It's like a gentleman recites poems when he sees a woman."
This baby can't be saved.
The old thief said with a smile: "It should be said that when you see the opposite sex you like, you will be shy, talk a lot, and show off. This is also a show."
Wang Laoer sighed, "It's a beautiful day."
Yang Xuan smiled, "It was only a moment before the peacock retracted its feathers and turned around, but it was an extremely ugly butt."
The front approached the backyard.
Followers are here to stay.
Wang Laoer asked: "Old thief, what does your lord mean when you say about the ugly butt?"
The old thief shook his head, "I don't know either."
Tu Chang said indifferently: "Just like people, men and women will try their best to show their beautiful sides to each other at the beginning, but after they get married, they will show their ordinary or mediocre sides when they get along day and night. "
The old thief had never been married, so after hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Wang Lao Er suddenly realized, "Yes, no matter how beautiful a man and a woman are, they have to shit and pee, but they only show their faces when they are wearing clothes."
Yang Xuan and others entered the back garden.
Zhang Huan and others have arrived.
Huang Chunhui raised his eyelids.
Zhang Huan got up.
Behind him, a group of people stood up together.
Huang Chunhui stood still.
There is also a group of people standing behind them.
Their gazes were like arrows, crossing the space between the two sides and colliding suddenly.
The leaders of the two major military groups of the Tang Dynasty met.
Zhang Huan stared at Huang Chunhui, cupped his hands, "Mr. Huang, long time no see."
Huang Chunhui cupped his hands, "Mr. Zhang, it's rare."
But the two talents will meet together.
This long absence refers to the people on both sides.
As the host, Wei Zhong's most important task today is to mediate the atmosphere.
"Everyone, please sit down. Someone has brought you food and wine."
This is an open space in the back garden, and mats have already been laid on the ground, and desks have been arranged.
The servants walked carefully through the middle, serving wine and food.
The big piece of mutton was very fat, but Yang Xuan had already eaten breakfast and couldn't whet his appetite.
After drinking for three rounds, Zhang Huan put down his chopsticks and stroked his long beard, "Today, the civil and military gathering in southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang is a prosperous time. My husband and Huang Xianggong have known each other for many years. Today's gathering, you and I should catch up on the past. It is."
Huang Chunhui said indifferently: "What's the old story?"
"The last battle with Lin Ya, I heard it was very thrilling. I yearn for it, but unfortunately there is no chance in Southern Border."
"Ok!"
"The rudeness of the Southern Zhou Dynasty aroused His Majesty's anger, so the court began to plan to attack the Southern Zhou Dynasty. The old man's long-cherished wish for many years is about to be fulfilled. But someone intervened. Mr. Huang, what should we do with such people?"
Liu Qing glanced at Yang Xuan and shook his head slightly.
Do not talk!
Yang Xuan did not expect that Zhang Huan would bring this matter up so seriously.
And I want Huang Chunhui to give me an explanation.
Huang Chunhui coughed dryly, "What kind of meddling?"
"Someone was talking nonsense in front of the imperial court in front of the important officials of the Manchu Dynasty, implying that the Southern Zhou Dynasty should not be attacked."
"Oh! Is there such a thing?"
"Is Mr. Huang trying to protect him?"
As soon as Zhang Huan came, he fired with all his firepower.
Liu Qing shook his head again.
Softly said: "Dread!"
Yang Xuan understood instantly.
Is it safe for the southern Xinjiang army to attack the Southern Zhou alone?
Hard to say.
Yang Xuan's words in the court last time successfully made the monarchs and ministers murmur in their hearts.
If it is an ordinary battle formation, it will be fine.
Is this an attack on a country, or is it considered a weak Southern Zhou Dynasty.
If you can't fight...
What will be the result?
The tofu-like Nan Zhou can't even beat him?
Countless people in Datang Kingdom will come to a conclusion: Datang is weakened.
The careerists began to move around.
The powerful began to lose their purpose.
The morale of the army is scattered.
This is just Datang's internal reaction.
external.
Those in the Southern Zhou Dynasty who have reaped unexpected joy will be ecstatic.
It turns out that it is not us who are weak, but Datang!
Nian Xu will urge his generals to drill the army, staring at the south of the Tang Dynasty ambitiously, and may invade massively at any time.
And Beiliao's reaction will most likely be very strange.
Datang can't beat Southern Zhou?
What about us?
We were actually blocked by the Northern Xinjiang Army.
Afterwards, the army of the Northern Liao Dynasty will gather in the north wind and sweep southward.
The so-called, when the house is broken, the neighbors will itch and kick their feet frequently.
At that time, Datang is that broken house.
There are air leaks everywhere, the so-called flourishing age is just a piece of thin paper, which can be broken with a light poke.
Therefore, the emperor is cautious, and the important ministers are cautious...
Many times, thinking is actually associating.
Can the Southern Border Army solve the Southern Zhou Dynasty alone?
If not, how to solve it?
The monarchs and ministers in the temple will naturally turn their eyes to the north.
The Northern Xinjiang Army, which can independently carry the army of the Northern Liao Dynasty, naturally became the savior in their eyes.
But once the Northern Xinjiang Army got involved, no matter how the battle was fought, Zhang Huan would vomit blood.
If they win, the outside world will say that it is the bonus of the Northern Xinjiang Army.
If it is defeated, the outside world will say that the Southern Border Army is incompetent.
Therefore, Zhang Huan's goal is simple.
This battle belongs to the old man.
Old Huang, roll as far as you can!
How will Huang Chunhui respond?
Let me argue?
Yang Xuan has already prepared a way to deal with it.
Huang Chunhui spoke slowly.
"Yes!"
……
"Is Mr. Huang trying to protect him?"
"Yes!"
The two words were spoken in the most flat tone.
The drooping eyelids suddenly lifted.
"You, feel something wrong?"
Yang Xuan: "..."
Liu Qing was a little stunned.
Zhang Huan sneered, "Is this trying to turn your face?"
"Whatever you want!" Huang Chunhui seemed to be arguing with the old man next door.
"Huang Chunhui!"
Zhang Huan held the wine glass.
"Finished?" Huang Chunhui asked.
Zhang Huan sneered and said, "How many years can you protect them?"
"One day, just protect it for one day." Huang Chunhui was a little impatient, "It's rare for this old man to come to Chang'an, and I still want to go home and have a look. Do you have anything else to do?"
Zhang Huan said, "I have 50 guards on this trip."
See you in the picture!
Sergeant Fifty came over.
He was tall and tall, and he knew that he was a real soldier in the army just by looking at his blood and indifference.
Zhang Huan said: "I know that the guards accompanying you are all fierce soldiers. Today, you and I will use these fierce soldiers to perform martial arts, okay?"
This method is very good.
The victory of Yanwu proves that the Southern Xinjiang Army has defeated the Northern Xinjiang Army.
Then, the northern Xinjiang officials' finger pointing about the war in the Southern Zhou Dynasty is particularly ridiculous.
These 50 people must have been carefully selected by Zhang Huan, and they are all very powerful.
But Huang Chunhui was not prepared, and the accompanying guards were still those people.
The strong soldiers are naturally strong soldiers, but they are not carefully selected!
Shi Zhongtang suddenly said, "Master, I heard that Yang Shijun is a new famous general in northern Xinjiang, can you let him try?"
Gee!
This suggestion is poisonous!
It's useless for you, Yang Xuan, to talk nonsense in the court. Let's practice it?
Huang Chunhui coughed dryly, "Xiao Yang."
He didn't refuse, but asked... Zhang Huan smiled and said, "Let him direct?"
Getting rid of Yang Xuan's arrogance is Zhang Huan's main goal today.
And Shi Zhongtang cooperated just right.
Liu Qing glanced at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan said: "There is no need for guards."
"Why?"
"Don't say I'm bullying!"
In an instant, the eyes of the civil and military officials on the opposite side turned into knives.
Shi Zhongtang stood at the forefront as the vanguard today, "Your envoy Yang wants to humiliate our southern border army?"
"This hat is too big." Yang Xuan said, "You probably didn't hear what I said in the court. The meaning of my words, in the final analysis, is one..."
"The soldiers of the Southern Zhou Dynasty are also human beings. Why can't our soldiers be trained to become elites?"
"Practice? It's not a day's work!"
"Could it be possible in the short term?"
"Really!"
"Who?"
"I tried. 300 people from Zuo Wuwei."
Shi Zhongtang smiled, "How about giving it a try?"
Yang Xuan first looked at Huang Chunhui.
Sir, what do you think?
The kid knows the rules.
Liu Qing nodded in relief.
But this exercise is related to the reputation of the Northern Xinjiang Army...
Huang Chunhui asked: "Do you think it can be done?"
Yang Xuan nodded, "It can be done."
"What are you waiting for?"
(End of this chapter)
Wei Zhong, the general of Youwuwei, has a steady and steady temperament, and his emotions and anger are invisible.
But at the moment his eyelids are twitching.
The old thief whispered: "Are you waiting for your husband?"
Lin Feibao glanced at Wei Zhong, "Wei Zhong...was only a lieutenant general back then."
The old thief asked: "But you climbed up by yourself?"
"Do you think that when you reach the position of a general, you can climb up by yourself?"
At this point, it is not just a question of ability, but also a question of attitude.
That is to say, political ideas, that is, to stand in line.
If you don't want to stand in line, then I'm very sorry, this position is not for you.
Therefore, at the top floor, few are alone.
It is inevitable to form cliques and even form cliques.
Therefore, the so-called maverick is just a bragging.
"It looks like a very honest person, but I didn't expect to form a party." The old thief was a little disappointed.
"The official life is difficult, and if you walk alone, you will either be drowned or stabbed to death with a knife."
"Isn't it clean?"
"Clean...a beggar has several friends, let alone a high-ranking official."
"Hey!"
"You, have some regrets?"
"Originally, the old man was still thinking...to use Wei Zhong as a benchmark."
Lin Feibao frowned and looked at him.
"Wei Zhong seems to have a high position and authority, but the time to fight is not long. If it is a gentleman...he cannot be in a high position."
"Old man... just thinking about it."
"Think differently!"
"it is good!"
The old thief began to look for his own life benchmark again.
Lin Feibao looked at Wei Zhong, and thought of the lieutenant who smiled shyly in front of the filial emperor back then.
Honoring the emperor was just a smile, and Wei Zhong was very excited, as if he had been rewarded by the emperor.
Time flies, the deputy general of the year has become one of the giants of the Tang military.
Less original innocence, more so-called stability.
Lin Feibao shook his head slightly, putting this thought aside.
Yang Xuan couldn't get over it, and Wei Ling'er saw that her father's face was not looking good, so she realized that she had lost her composure.
However, there is no turning back when you open the bow!
Wei Linger rolled her eyes, "I have a letter for you."
Someone entrusted me to write a letter to Zitai, and it happened that Zitai came to my house... I am such a clever little guy!
But she forgot that she didn't have a letter in her hand.
Wei Zhong's mouth twitched.
Huang Chunhui glanced at Liu Qing: Why does this little brat like women so much?
Liu Qing whispered: "Beautiful, talented, there is no way."
Huang Chunhui said indifferently: "It would be a good thing if he could be pulled over."
"He's married."
If Yang Xuan dared to hook up with Wei Linger, Liu Qing felt that Wei Zhong could fight all the way from Chang'an to northern Xinjiang.
Yang Xuan walked over.
"It's a letter from Holly. She's written some poems lately."
Wei Linger then whispered: "Hey! Those people from Southern Xinjiang are here, good guys, they are so aggressive, I asked the people around me to watch..."
Also sentinel, worthy of being the daughter of a great general.
"What did they say... Be careful of Beijiang's meddling in this battle. For this reason, today I will give you a blow to the head... No, I will give you a blow to the head."
Yang Xuan touched his head, "Thank you very much."
"Why are you polite?" Wei Ling'er lowered her voice, "By the way, Dongqing originally wanted to invite Chen Zimao to hold a poetry meeting, but she heard that Chen Zimao fell ill and was talking nonsense. Could it be a ghost?"
"It shouldn't be!"
This is not a ghost encounter, but a stress response after a murder.
Talking nonsense... The Chen family was afraid that they would be out of their wits when they heard his nonsense, so they quickly blocked his mouth.
Wei Linger pretended to touch and feel in the cuffs, because Yang Xuan turned her back to everyone, blocking everyone's sight, so she was able to calmly play the role of delivering a letter.
"Be careful." Wei Linger patted Yang Xuan's palm, as if passing a letter.
"I know." Yang Xuan nodded, pretending to put the letter into his sleeves.
Wei Zhong watched Yang Xuan approaching, and asked inadvertently, "Whose letter?"
This smell is like a flower farmer's vigilance when he finds that someone is going to plan his delicate flowers.
"A poetic friend."
"Can you still write poetry?"
"It's just nonsense."
"Nonsense is better than ignorance. When we go back to the northern Xinjiang gathering, we can compose poems to go along with it." Huang Chunhui was in good spirits.
Ha ha!
Yang Xuan snorted.
Huang Chunhui coughed dryly, "Old Wei, that girl of yours looks pretty, but are you optimistic about her?"
"The little girl is young, it's still early."
"What do you like?"
"It's really hard to say, the little girl has no personality, she likes those who are literary at one time, and those who are bold and bold, or those who are gentle and elegant."
"These can't be eaten as food."
"Isn't this the truth between husband and wife? What's bold, what's gentle, after getting along for a long time, the most important thing is... Mutual consideration!"
"Hey! Old Wei, you have realized it."
"It's not enlightenment, these are the truths that have been learned day by day."
"Well! This life is not just living. It's useless to live a life with any boldness, literary talent, or flying over walls."
"Yeah! It's just to coax those young people who are just in love."
The two big bosses talked about children's scriptures, which made the people behind them stunned.
"It's useless." Lin Feibao said.
Yang Xuan said: "These talents are just weapons to attract each other when men and women meet for the first time. It's like opening a peacock's tail."
"Lang Jun, what is a peacock spreading its tail?"
"The peacock is a big bird. It looks green. Every spring, the peacock will spread all its feathers. It looks like a screen, with gorgeous colors and beautiful scenery."
"Then why did it turn on the screen?"
"Courtship."
Wang Laoer understood, "It's like a gentleman recites poems when he sees a woman."
This baby can't be saved.
The old thief said with a smile: "It should be said that when you see the opposite sex you like, you will be shy, talk a lot, and show off. This is also a show."
Wang Laoer sighed, "It's a beautiful day."
Yang Xuan smiled, "It was only a moment before the peacock retracted its feathers and turned around, but it was an extremely ugly butt."
The front approached the backyard.
Followers are here to stay.
Wang Laoer asked: "Old thief, what does your lord mean when you say about the ugly butt?"
The old thief shook his head, "I don't know either."
Tu Chang said indifferently: "Just like people, men and women will try their best to show their beautiful sides to each other at the beginning, but after they get married, they will show their ordinary or mediocre sides when they get along day and night. "
The old thief had never been married, so after hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Wang Lao Er suddenly realized, "Yes, no matter how beautiful a man and a woman are, they have to shit and pee, but they only show their faces when they are wearing clothes."
Yang Xuan and others entered the back garden.
Zhang Huan and others have arrived.
Huang Chunhui raised his eyelids.
Zhang Huan got up.
Behind him, a group of people stood up together.
Huang Chunhui stood still.
There is also a group of people standing behind them.
Their gazes were like arrows, crossing the space between the two sides and colliding suddenly.
The leaders of the two major military groups of the Tang Dynasty met.
Zhang Huan stared at Huang Chunhui, cupped his hands, "Mr. Huang, long time no see."
Huang Chunhui cupped his hands, "Mr. Zhang, it's rare."
But the two talents will meet together.
This long absence refers to the people on both sides.
As the host, Wei Zhong's most important task today is to mediate the atmosphere.
"Everyone, please sit down. Someone has brought you food and wine."
This is an open space in the back garden, and mats have already been laid on the ground, and desks have been arranged.
The servants walked carefully through the middle, serving wine and food.
The big piece of mutton was very fat, but Yang Xuan had already eaten breakfast and couldn't whet his appetite.
After drinking for three rounds, Zhang Huan put down his chopsticks and stroked his long beard, "Today, the civil and military gathering in southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang is a prosperous time. My husband and Huang Xianggong have known each other for many years. Today's gathering, you and I should catch up on the past. It is."
Huang Chunhui said indifferently: "What's the old story?"
"The last battle with Lin Ya, I heard it was very thrilling. I yearn for it, but unfortunately there is no chance in Southern Border."
"Ok!"
"The rudeness of the Southern Zhou Dynasty aroused His Majesty's anger, so the court began to plan to attack the Southern Zhou Dynasty. The old man's long-cherished wish for many years is about to be fulfilled. But someone intervened. Mr. Huang, what should we do with such people?"
Liu Qing glanced at Yang Xuan and shook his head slightly.
Do not talk!
Yang Xuan did not expect that Zhang Huan would bring this matter up so seriously.
And I want Huang Chunhui to give me an explanation.
Huang Chunhui coughed dryly, "What kind of meddling?"
"Someone was talking nonsense in front of the imperial court in front of the important officials of the Manchu Dynasty, implying that the Southern Zhou Dynasty should not be attacked."
"Oh! Is there such a thing?"
"Is Mr. Huang trying to protect him?"
As soon as Zhang Huan came, he fired with all his firepower.
Liu Qing shook his head again.
Softly said: "Dread!"
Yang Xuan understood instantly.
Is it safe for the southern Xinjiang army to attack the Southern Zhou alone?
Hard to say.
Yang Xuan's words in the court last time successfully made the monarchs and ministers murmur in their hearts.
If it is an ordinary battle formation, it will be fine.
Is this an attack on a country, or is it considered a weak Southern Zhou Dynasty.
If you can't fight...
What will be the result?
The tofu-like Nan Zhou can't even beat him?
Countless people in Datang Kingdom will come to a conclusion: Datang is weakened.
The careerists began to move around.
The powerful began to lose their purpose.
The morale of the army is scattered.
This is just Datang's internal reaction.
external.
Those in the Southern Zhou Dynasty who have reaped unexpected joy will be ecstatic.
It turns out that it is not us who are weak, but Datang!
Nian Xu will urge his generals to drill the army, staring at the south of the Tang Dynasty ambitiously, and may invade massively at any time.
And Beiliao's reaction will most likely be very strange.
Datang can't beat Southern Zhou?
What about us?
We were actually blocked by the Northern Xinjiang Army.
Afterwards, the army of the Northern Liao Dynasty will gather in the north wind and sweep southward.
The so-called, when the house is broken, the neighbors will itch and kick their feet frequently.
At that time, Datang is that broken house.
There are air leaks everywhere, the so-called flourishing age is just a piece of thin paper, which can be broken with a light poke.
Therefore, the emperor is cautious, and the important ministers are cautious...
Many times, thinking is actually associating.
Can the Southern Border Army solve the Southern Zhou Dynasty alone?
If not, how to solve it?
The monarchs and ministers in the temple will naturally turn their eyes to the north.
The Northern Xinjiang Army, which can independently carry the army of the Northern Liao Dynasty, naturally became the savior in their eyes.
But once the Northern Xinjiang Army got involved, no matter how the battle was fought, Zhang Huan would vomit blood.
If they win, the outside world will say that it is the bonus of the Northern Xinjiang Army.
If it is defeated, the outside world will say that the Southern Border Army is incompetent.
Therefore, Zhang Huan's goal is simple.
This battle belongs to the old man.
Old Huang, roll as far as you can!
How will Huang Chunhui respond?
Let me argue?
Yang Xuan has already prepared a way to deal with it.
Huang Chunhui spoke slowly.
"Yes!"
……
"Is Mr. Huang trying to protect him?"
"Yes!"
The two words were spoken in the most flat tone.
The drooping eyelids suddenly lifted.
"You, feel something wrong?"
Yang Xuan: "..."
Liu Qing was a little stunned.
Zhang Huan sneered, "Is this trying to turn your face?"
"Whatever you want!" Huang Chunhui seemed to be arguing with the old man next door.
"Huang Chunhui!"
Zhang Huan held the wine glass.
"Finished?" Huang Chunhui asked.
Zhang Huan sneered and said, "How many years can you protect them?"
"One day, just protect it for one day." Huang Chunhui was a little impatient, "It's rare for this old man to come to Chang'an, and I still want to go home and have a look. Do you have anything else to do?"
Zhang Huan said, "I have 50 guards on this trip."
See you in the picture!
Sergeant Fifty came over.
He was tall and tall, and he knew that he was a real soldier in the army just by looking at his blood and indifference.
Zhang Huan said: "I know that the guards accompanying you are all fierce soldiers. Today, you and I will use these fierce soldiers to perform martial arts, okay?"
This method is very good.
The victory of Yanwu proves that the Southern Xinjiang Army has defeated the Northern Xinjiang Army.
Then, the northern Xinjiang officials' finger pointing about the war in the Southern Zhou Dynasty is particularly ridiculous.
These 50 people must have been carefully selected by Zhang Huan, and they are all very powerful.
But Huang Chunhui was not prepared, and the accompanying guards were still those people.
The strong soldiers are naturally strong soldiers, but they are not carefully selected!
Shi Zhongtang suddenly said, "Master, I heard that Yang Shijun is a new famous general in northern Xinjiang, can you let him try?"
Gee!
This suggestion is poisonous!
It's useless for you, Yang Xuan, to talk nonsense in the court. Let's practice it?
Huang Chunhui coughed dryly, "Xiao Yang."
He didn't refuse, but asked... Zhang Huan smiled and said, "Let him direct?"
Getting rid of Yang Xuan's arrogance is Zhang Huan's main goal today.
And Shi Zhongtang cooperated just right.
Liu Qing glanced at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan said: "There is no need for guards."
"Why?"
"Don't say I'm bullying!"
In an instant, the eyes of the civil and military officials on the opposite side turned into knives.
Shi Zhongtang stood at the forefront as the vanguard today, "Your envoy Yang wants to humiliate our southern border army?"
"This hat is too big." Yang Xuan said, "You probably didn't hear what I said in the court. The meaning of my words, in the final analysis, is one..."
"The soldiers of the Southern Zhou Dynasty are also human beings. Why can't our soldiers be trained to become elites?"
"Practice? It's not a day's work!"
"Could it be possible in the short term?"
"Really!"
"Who?"
"I tried. 300 people from Zuo Wuwei."
Shi Zhongtang smiled, "How about giving it a try?"
Yang Xuan first looked at Huang Chunhui.
Sir, what do you think?
The kid knows the rules.
Liu Qing nodded in relief.
But this exercise is related to the reputation of the Northern Xinjiang Army...
Huang Chunhui asked: "Do you think it can be done?"
Yang Xuan nodded, "It can be done."
"What are you waiting for?"
(End of this chapter)