Wu Sangui's expression soon returned to normal. He glanced at Murong Fu who was immersed in eating and drinking, and said to the messenger, "The messenger Wang Dayou allows him to change his formation, but he must not attack. In any case, he must be guarded by me, otherwise he will come to see you with his head."
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"I will obey Jun's orders!"
The messenger said respectfully and was about to stand up and leave. At this moment, Murong Fu suddenly spoke, "Wait a minute."
The messenger didn't know him, and even if he did, he wouldn't listen to him. But for some reason, as the man finished speaking, his legs became slightly numb and he was unable to move.
Wu Sangui's expression changed slightly, he winked and signaled the messenger to leave quickly, and asked in a calm tone, "I wonder if Mr. Murong has any advice?"
The messenger couldn't get up. When he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was constricted, as if someone had pinched him, and he couldn't make a sound. For a moment, he was frightened and knelt there motionless.
Murong Fu wiped the grease on his mouth and said with a smile, "I don't dare to take advice from you. I'll tell you the truth. In addition to visiting the prince in your camp this time, I also have some questions about the art of war that I would like to ask for advice from the prince.
"
While Wu Sangui was annoyed that the messenger was ignorant, he couldn't help but be shocked after hearing this. This man has always been so crazy, why did he become humble today? But no matter what, his words must not be believed, so he immediately became humble.
He declined and said, "Young Master's words make me confused. Although I have a military background, I have been idle for decades and wasted half my life. I can't teach you any brilliant military skills."
"Your Majesty is too modest." Murong Fu laughed and continued, "The so-called art of war is the experience and know-how gained from the battlefield. Who doesn't know that Your Majesty has experienced hundreds of battles with few defeats, so he must have many valuable experiences and know-how in his mind.
, I hope the prince can give me some advice."
"No prizes, no prizes. My son's battle in Xiangyang City has made him famous all over the world, and is known to all women and children. How dare I, the king, ask the great master to do whatever he wants to do?"
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's face suddenly darkened at this time, "Your Majesty, I sincerely asked you for advice, but you refused and refused. Is it because you are self-conscious? Or do you have any prejudice against me?"
As he spoke, a murderous aura suddenly shot out from his eyes, as if he would take action if he disagreed with her.
Wu Sangui's heart was beating wildly, and he forced himself to remain calm, "Well, since it comes to this point, it would be hypocritical for me to refuse any more. Young Master, just ask whatever you want."
"Well, I won't be polite. I see that although the prince was attacked tonight, he was not without resistance. Why did he only defend but not attack?"
"Young master, what you said is wrong. When marching and fighting, we must pay attention to the right time, place, and people. Unfortunately, I, the king, are not close to any of the three. Also, the disparity in military strength between that of the Golden Snake Camp and that of the Golden Snake Battalion is too great. Defense should be the priority."
"Oh? Really? I thought the prince had some conspiracy."
"What the hell, sir, it's a joke."
While the two were chatting and laughing, the messenger on the ground resumed his action. He glanced at the two people above him and did not dare to ask or say anything. He stood up silently and conveyed Wu Sangui's order.
Almost immediately, another messenger hurriedly came to report, "Reporting to Marshal, our army is about to fall due south. General Wang requests the Marshal to order reinforcements."
"Trash!" After hearing this, Wu Sangui became furious and slapped the table, but he did not lose his mind. His eyes changed sharply, "Send me the command to command the Feihu Camp and Feibao Camp to march out to meet the enemy!"
After thinking about it, he warned again, "Tell Zhang Guozhu to just cut off the opponent's forward and don't get entangled."
The implication is still to focus on keeping.
"As you command!"
The messenger was about to leave when Murong Fu spoke again, "Wait a moment."
Before he finished speaking, the messenger below was the same as before, unable to move or speak.
Wu Sangui was stunned and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"
"Your Majesty, please be patient. I have a question." Murong Fu seemed not to hear his dissatisfaction and said to himself, "Then Yuan Chengzhi dares to advance alone. Why not, Your Majesty, take this opportunity to attack his rear army and call him head and tail?"
Can’t we take care of each other?”
"I still say what I said, the time and place are favorable, the enemy is not with us, so we cannot attack rashly."
"Then it is always possible to capture Yuan Chengzhi, right? Without a leader, they will surely be defeated in one blow."
"The subordinates have their own ideas. I am only responsible for dispatching troops and generals. How to fight is their business. Even if I am the commander of an army, I cannot dictate."
This is true. As a general, the most taboo thing is for someone to be gesticulating when giving orders. Wu Sangui was like this at this time. He was extremely dissatisfied with Murong Fu but could not get angry. It could be said that he was extremely frustrated.
Suddenly, he noticed that the messenger below was still there, and he immediately became angry and shouted sternly, "Damn you, what are you doing standing there?"
At the same time, the messenger regained his freedom, but when he saw Wu Sangui's lustful eyes, he only responded and hurriedly exited the tent.
There were discerning people in the tent who saw something, but because of Murong Fu's overpowering momentum in his previous attack and Wu Sangui's cold-blooded treatment of Gui Xinshu, no one said anything.
After a while, another messenger came to report the situation. The situation became increasingly unfavorable to Wu Sangui. However, as a veteran who had led troops for many years, he was still calm about changes. He was about to order an adjustment in strategy. No surprise, he was interrupted again by Murong Fu.
Already.
At this time, Wu Sangui could not tell that the man in front of him was here to ask for advice on the art of war. He was clearly deliberately trying to delay him, so that the delivery of military orders would be blocked and the fighter plane would be delayed.
Don’t underestimate this moment-to-moment delay. The battlefield situation is changing rapidly, and fighter opportunities are fleeting. A battle may take days, nights, or even months, but the outcome is often determined in just a moment. It may be
A military order, a barrel of golden drums, or a sudden whim at a certain moment.
After figuring out the connection, Wu Sangui couldn't help being very angry. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Murong Fu, I finally have some friendship with you. Even my most beloved daughter may have been given to you. Now I am besieged by bandits and deeply trapped.
It’s a tight siege. Even if you don’t help, why are you helping outsiders to deal with me?”
Strictly speaking, Wu Sangui was indeed Murong Fu's prospective father-in-law, and the two had an alliance, which was barely an alliance.
But Murong Fu never knew what shame was, not to mention that his father-in-law was a natural enemy in his eyes. He immediately pretended to be stupid and said blankly, "I don't understand what the prince is saying. Is A'ke your daughter?"
It’s still open to question. When did I help others deal with you? To say the least, if I wanted to deal with you, why would I go through so many twists and turns? With the distance between you and me now, I can do whatever I want.”
As soon as these words came out, Wu Sangui was immediately doused with a large basin of cold water, and his anger dissipated a lot. Because he really broke his face, it was indeed easy for Murong Fu to kill him, but he was a little strange. Since Murong Fu
You want to help Jin Sheying but don't kill him. What is your intention?
His expression changed for a while, but Wu Sangui finally smiled bitterly, "You helped them after all, didn't you?"
"That's not necessarily true. Your Majesty wants to play a big chess game. How can a slight loss hurt your skin?" Murong Fu said with a half-smile but not a smile.
Wu Sangui's heart trembled slightly. Could it be that this man knew something? He asked tentatively, "What do you mean, Master?"
"It's nothing, I'll just say it casually." Murong Fu hesitated and shrugged, "Since the prince is a smart man, he has saved me a lot of words. How about this, let's talk about romance and ignore those mundane things.
Already."
Wu Sangui understood what he meant, which was to stop paying attention to the fighting outside. Of course, he would not be able to issue military orders to mobilize troops and generals, and would rely on the outside generals to perform freely.
His face looked a little ugly for a moment. Although he believed that his generals were capable of handling the current situation, the problem was that he had been in charge of the overall situation before. If he suddenly let go now, it would easily lead to confusion in military orders and even unstable military morale.
After thinking for a moment, he felt that he should at least let the generals below know what the current situation was so that they could act accordingly, so he winked at Xia Guoxiang in the crowd.
Xia Guoxiang understood immediately, but hesitated for a moment but did not move. He was joking, others didn't know Murong Fu's methods, how could he not know? What's the difference between being the first to do so at this time and seeking death? Anyway, his own prince didn't say it clearly, so he just pretended not to see it.
alright.
Wu Sangui was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He didn't expect that this son-in-law, who was always alert and clever, and was very good at "guessing his mind", would lose control at the critical moment. But he had no choice but to look at his other son-in-law, Hu Guozhu.
Hu Guozhu is a very aggressive general, but unlike Xia Guoxiang, he is not good at observing words and expressions, and he is also a bit overjoyed. Wu Sangui was left in the tent to listen to the battle tonight. He was already panicking. At this time, he saw Wu Sangui approaching.
It seemed to him that he was overjoyed and said, "The general is willing to lead the troops to attack and share the worries of the marshal."
Wu Sangui is really ready to strangle him to death. Why do you still need you if he can go out? I don’t understand the current situation?
He waved his hand helplessly, "Just stay here."
Then he glanced at the other officials, all of whom looked at their noses, noses, and minds, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.
"Haha..." At this time, Murong Fu couldn't help laughing, and it took him a while to stop laughing, "Your Majesty, it's better not to waste your efforts. To be honest, I don't want to make things too complicated. Killing him with one knife is not too complicated."
It saves trouble, but for Ake, I can only work harder and spend time with the prince, but the prince doesn’t force me."
His words dispelled some of Wu Sangui's doubts, but he still didn't quite understand why Murong Fu wanted to help the Golden Snake Camp. Finally, it was clear, and he simply asked, "Can you tell me why?
?"
Murong Fu smiled faintly and said, "Your Majesty's question is a bit redundant. You should have figured it out."
Wu Sangui was silent for a moment, "What benefits does Golden Snake Camp promise you? I can pay you three times the price!"
"Huh? Who does the prince think I am?" Unexpectedly, Murong Fu suddenly changed his face, "Am I, Murong Fu, a person who bends his back for money?"