When things got to their worst, Chu Qing calmed down.
If you continue to push back, you will definitely be overtaken. Since you are bound to stop pushing back, it depends on man, so just make a plan.
Ertong brought the map over, and everyone stood in a circle with their buttocks sticking out, working together to see what they could do to delay the vanguard and complete this impossible task.
Tong Gui rushed over with a group of guards, and immediately carried a group of cold men with bruised noses and swollen faces. One of them, whose face was covered in blood, was thrown in front of Chu Qing, with his nose broken.
"Sir, this is the fifth prince of the prairie."
Tong Gui glanced at the two Muna brothers who were recruiting to decide who would stay, and said with a smile: "Clan Chief Muna didn't kill him, he said that he would be left to Master Tao to kill him for meritorious service."
Chu Qing knelt down and looked at the half-dead and tightly bundled Prairie Lao Wu: "Are you the fifth prince Adele?"
Prairie Lao Wu was held up by Fu San's hair and knelt in front of Chu Qing, with a hint of letting out more air than taking in air.
"How could you... let me go?"
Chu Qing said something intermittently, and Chu Qing was happy: "Then you can sing "rolling in the deep" for me. If you can sing it, I will let you go."
The fifth child of the grassland, Aller, lost focus in his eyes: "I don't understand you, what you mean."
"Sing with me, come and thief die Fei'er, die thief and steal the bell because of selling ha, in the preparation period, sing!"
Prairie Lao Wu still tried to focus with his two eyes.
Chu Qing stood up and waved his hand: "You can't even sing, so I'll kill you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu San struck out like lightning, Qian Ji's sharp blade slicing through Prairie Lao Wu's throat.
A line of blood shot out, and Prairie Lao Wu lost the warmth of life.
Fu San shook off the blood on Qianji, glanced casually, and landed on Tao Shaozhang's face: "It's yours."
After finishing speaking, the North Korean cold-faced killer Fu San stood behind Chu Qing again.
Xiao Yi slapped his thigh: "I didn't catch up again."
Chu Qing had no interest in the prairie prince at all. This thing was worthless and even his uncle could kill two of them, so he didn't care at all.
Tian Hailong counted on his fingers and found that Chu Qing now had the advantage and was slightly ahead, with five points. Golden Wolf King Khan only had four points, and Chu Qing was one point ahead.
Tian Hailong looked at Xiao Yi next to him: "There are nine princes in total, right?"
"Yes, what happened?"
"That's right, Mr. Chu is one ahead."
Xiao Yi sighed.
There isn't much time left for you, there are only four left.
Not knowing what he was thinking of, Xiao Yi asked Tian Hailong excitedly: "How many princesses are there on the grassland?"
"Are you still a fucking human?"
"Three counts as one."
"That's a lot. There must be more than twenty princesses."
Xiao Yili was delighted: "Brother, it won't be difficult for me to snatch over twenty princesses, right?"
"idiot."
"How come, brother, with my archery skills, martial arts skills, and divine arm crossbow, I can't marry more than twenty princesses?"
"Yes, you can marry the Golden Wolf King Khan."
Chu Qing scolded: "Can you two get down to business and help Brother Dajun formulate a battle plan? Don't talk about useless things."
Fortunately, Sheng Zhaojun, Tian Hailong, Xiao Yi and others have all been led astray by Chu Qing, and each one is more ambitious than the other.
Brother Dajun was looking at the map, writing and drawing, his forehead was almost scratched, and he couldn't find the place to ambush.
In fact, it’s not that I can’t find it, the main reason is that it’s not very easy to hide.
Three thousand against five thousand is considered an ambush. Three thousand against ten thousand is also considered an ambush. Three thousand against more than two hundred thousand is not called an ambush. It is called a show of talent, allowing more than two hundred thousand people to have fun while marching.
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"Master." Sheng Zhaojun turned around with a bitter look on his face: "This..."
The word "this" revealed Sheng Zhaojun's deep helplessness.
Chu Qing was also helpless. He was not proficient in this kind of thing, so asking him to come up with ideas would only be a trap.
After kicking Tian Hailong and Xiao Yi in the buttocks, Chu Qing cursed: "Think of it, hurry up, I don't want to kill the enemy, I just want to slow down their march."
A group of people started to look at the map with their buttocks stuck out, including Lao Zaza and the two Muna brothers who decided to stay together. They also helped with ideas. However, there were really no good ideas to come up with. The gap in the number of people was too huge.
Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Fu San looked at Chu Qing and suggested in a low voice: "Master, otherwise leave it to God's will!"
"God willing?"
Fu San: "Yes, let Mr. Tao lead the army."
Chu Qing: "..."
It can be seen that there is really no other way, otherwise the third brother would not be able to say such things.
Just when everyone was scratching their scalps, there was a quarrel next to them. It was the second young master of the Fu family. The two of them were so angry that they almost started to tear each other up.
Chu Qing was upset by the noise and cursed: "What are you doing? Don't you see that we are discussing business here?"
Fu Yongkang pointed at his brother and cursed: "This bitch is unreasonable."
Fu Baobao: "You are so fucking unreasonable."
"If you don't pay back the money you owe, it's a fool's errand."
"It's you who doesn't keep your word, you're a fool."
Just as Chu Qing was about to scold, Fu Yongkang ran up to Tao Shaozhang, holding his neck: "You are the young minister of Dali Temple. You can help us resolve the case. I want to report it to the official."
Tao Shaozhang did not participate in the battle plan. He crossed his arms and said suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
"I will not repay the money I owe to the security guards."
Fu Baobao shouted: "Fuck your mother."
Tao Shaozhang was really not serious and asked with a smile: "How much do I owe you?"
"Five hundred guan. I was betting in the camp a few days ago. I lost my third brother's 1,000 guan. I borrowed it from my second brother. He only had 500 guan. He lent me 500 guan. He still owed me 500 guan.
, this has been delayed for several days, I want to report it to the official, please ask him to return it to me!"
Chu Qing grinned and fell into a daze.
Tao Shaozhang also had a look of astonishment on his face and frowned: "You want him to borrow a thousand guans?"
"right."
"He only lent you five hundred guan?"
"right."
"He still hasn't lent you 500 guan, so does that mean he owes you 500 guan?"
"right."
Tao Shaozhang nodded slightly: "I understand. If you say so, you two are even."
Fu Yongkang raised his eyebrows: "How can it be considered even?"
"You don't care if he borrowed 500 guan, he still owes you 500 guan. You don't have to pay him back the 500 guan, and he doesn't need to borrow the last 500 guan. Isn't this even?"
Fu Yongkang buried his head in thought for a moment and nodded: "Young Minister of Dali Temple, you are wise."
Chu Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked back at Fu San: "When you return to Beijing, remember to ask Qianqiying to find out how much money Tao Ruolin gave Huang Laosi so that his brother could become the young minister of Dali Temple."
Tao Shaozhang smiled slightly.
The two idiots of the Fu family always try to fix these useless things, and Tao Shaozhang is always like this now, mediating the "conflicts" between the two of them, like a nanny.
The two brothers of the Fu family have "reconciled" again, and they are evenly matched. They are arm-in-arm and happy.
Chu Qing scolded: "Go ahead and be stupid, don't delay the generals from making plans."
Fu Yongkang turned around and said angrily: "What's the plan? It's not about winning, it's just about delaying it for a few days."
Fu Baobao echoed: "More than 200,000 people are marching. If you want to be slow, one word - chaos!"
Chu Qing was so angry: "Can you two stop bragging here? You know nothing."
"I know better than you!" Fu Yongkang sneered: "If the army is in chaos, the mind will be in chaos, and if the mind is in chaos, the march will be slow."
The two of them started talking to each other as if they were having a cross talk.
"The danger lies in the constant, the benefit lies in the changing times."
"The opportunity lies in responding to the situation, and the battle lies in regulating the qi."
"The attack lies in the intention."
"Guarding lies in the appearance."
After the two brothers finished speaking, they looked at Chu Qing with contemptuous looks.
Chu Qing's head was filled with questions: "What do you mean?"
The two brothers said in unison: "Without learning, there is no skill."
Chu Qing walked over, grabbing the two brothers by their neck collars with one hand, and pulled them in front of the map, and kicked another one.
"Tell me, why are you delaying? If you can't tell me, go back and let Mr. Fu Youcai kill you!"
The "organizational structure" of the grassland Liangrong ruling class was very different from that of the Chang Dynasty court.