Tuhunduo sat on the chair with a livid face and looked at the Nanyan staff below. At the beginning, Murong shame left four of them for him. When the unlucky Mr. Zhao was thrown out of the big tent by him early in the morning, his head died. He crashed into a big tree outside, and died neatly. The remaining three gentlemen looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them dared to look at Tuhunduo.
"You Han people are smart."
After being silent for a while, Tuhunduo heaved a long sigh, and the murderous look on his face weakened a little. He pointed to the paper on the table and asked, "This person sneaked into my big tent quietly, leaving only Such a piece of paper left again... It can come in without knowing it, it should be a great practitioner among the practitioners you Han people call. If this is the case, why does he not want to kill me?"
Mr. Liu bit his lip, knowing that this barbarian king is moody. Lao Zhao got a book wet with his saliva yesterday, and was thrown to death by the barbarian king in a rage. Zhao is not much better off.
"He... dare not!"
Mr. Liu hesitated for a while and finally found a reason: "Your Majesty is revered as a god, how dare a great practitioner among the Han people have the heart to kill you? He did this just to make you confused. In fact, he may have been a Nothing. The purpose of doing this... the purpose of doing this... "
When Mr. Liu saw the four words false and true on the paper, a flash of light flashed in his head: "It is the way of falsehood and truth in the art of war. He just wants to confuse you and make you think that he is a great practitioner, but in fact he is not at all."
"or… "
Mr. Zhang pondered for a while and said solemnly: "No one came in at all, everything is fiction and there is no reality at all!"
Tuhunduo was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Inspiration came to Mr. Zhang, and he said seriously: "My lord, I think this matter has been a conspiracy from the beginning to the end. You think, your cultivation base is definitely stronger than the great practitioners among the Han people, so even if the so-called If you are a great practitioner, it is impossible for you not to feel right? And if this person has the strength to hide from you outside the big tent, why not come in and assassinate?"
Don't think it makes sense, Tuhunduo sat forward and asked, "Then what do you mean?"
Mr. Zhang thought more and more smoothly, and he said with some pride: "In my opinion, this is a well-designed farce. Because there was a disturbance at the beast camp last night, you hurried to calm it down. The best time for the assassin to strike! But the assassin didn't do it, why? If Mr. Liu said it was because he was afraid of you, then how dare he approach outside your tent? So in my opinion... there is no such assassin at all!"
"oh?"
Tuhunduo thought for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the untreated corpse outside: "You mean, there was no assassin at all, and the paper was not written by an assassin at all, but ... Mister Zhao!"
Mr. Zhang didn't expect that his train of thought would come to this at first. He originally wanted to say that someone in your guards was bribed by the enemy, but before he could say anything, he thought of the dead Mr. Zhao.
"Yes!"
Tuhunduo nodded emphatically: "At that time, I just asked him how to explain the truth and falsehood in the art of war. Before he could tell me, I rushed to the beast camp and put the book aside. When I come back , There was an extra piece of paper on the table, and my book was used by Mr. Zhao as a pillow... I asked him if it was an explanation written by him, he said no, and said that the word was ugly."
The other two people from Nanyan saw that the surnamed Zhang had actually pointed the finger at their own people, and they all stared at him fiercely. Mr. Zhang is also on the back foot now, and he wanted to explain but dared not.
"By the way... that word must have been written with his left hand."
Tuhunduo said: "He deliberately pretended to be a ghost, just to make me believe that there were assassins in the camp... In fact, there were no assassins at all. He did this to make me suspicious. It made me think that there was a man who came and went without a trace on the Han side." The missing great practitioner scares me, so I dare not attack Yongzhou!"
No one thought that Tuhunduo would not think of so many messy things, even Mr. Zhang's face became extremely ugly. He opened his mouth and glanced at his two companions aggrievedly, but he couldn't face him. explain. And those two people looked at him like enemies, as if their teeth were itching with hatred.
"What happened to the beast camp?"
Tuhunduobie glanced at the three people subconsciously again, and the three of them trembled at the same time: "It's not us! We slept together last night, and the guards testified that none of us went out!"
"Well... this can't fool me."
Tuhunduo said: "Last night, the people in the beast camp said that they saw only a flash of white light, and there was chaos in the beast camp. Someone must have lit a fire and threw them into the beast camp to scare the wild animals... I understand. , It must have been done by Mr. Zhao's subordinates! This bastard is actually a spy of the Sui people! Someone, throw his body to the beast camp for me!"
The other three were frightened into silence, and no one dared to say anything.
If Fang Jie knew that Tuhunduo would think of this direction, he would be dumbfounded.
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It was true that Fang Jie arrived at the Heren camp last night. He only brought Shen Qingfan and the white lion with him. After sneaking into the camp, he asked Shen Qingfan to meet him on the outside, and then let the white lion wander around the beast camp. In a circle, under the strong coercion of the white lion, those beasts dared not move as if they saw a king, and the beasts panicked after the white lion left. And Fang Jie really planned to take advantage of the chaos to kill King He. As long as King He died, the people of He would inevitably have civil strife, and the battle in Yongzhou would be much easier.
But what he didn't expect was that although this king of He, Tuhun Duobie, was not a very strong practitioner, there were many wizards in the camp who were difficult to deal with, especially the one who lived not far from King He. The Heren wizard in a white robe has a very strong cultivation base. If it weren't for Fang Xie's invisible power to eliminate his influence on the vitality of the world, he might have been discovered just after he entered the camp.
But Fang Xie knew that as long as he had the intention to kill, the wizard would notice. And when he was observing outside the tent, he discovered that Tuhunduo must have used Gu on himself.
The man's muscles showed a purple-blue color under the lamp, which was by no means a normal skin color. Fang Jie guessed that he must have used some Gu to make his body strong and hard. Fang Xie was not sure that he would kill with one blow, and once activated, those wizards would be attracted. It was not easy for Fang Xie to retreat.
His original idea was to cause chaos in the beast camp, and only wizards can control the beasts, and when the wizards rushed to the beast camp, he would assassinate Tuhun Dobie. But the white-robed wizard who lived not far from Tuhunduo did not come out from the beginning to the end, Fang Xie was afraid, so he had to retreat.
Before leaving, he heard that Tuhunduo didn't ask the Han staffer what he meant, so he got into the tent and left a note as soon as he thought about it. If he knew that Mr. Zhao said his handwriting was ugly, he would definitely slap him. The word is so ugly, it is Fang Jie's pain all the time...
After returning to Yongzhou, Fang Jie called all the generals, including the generals of the Yongzhou army, to discuss the matter. It was in the middle of the night when the generals of the Black Banner Army got up and rushed to Fang Jie's residence immediately after receiving the general order, while the generals of the Yongzhou soldiers came much later.
The only one who was not slower than the general of the Black Banner Army was Xu Qingzhi.
Fang Jie sat down after the commander-in-chief's case, looked at the sleepy-eyed generals from Yongzhou who hadn't recovered, smiled and said, "It's really presumptuous to invite you here so late."
The generals of Yongzhou clasped their fists and said a few polite words. Fang Jie didn't wait for them to finish speaking, and his tone changed: "But since you are soldiers and have admitted that I am the highest military general in Yongzhou, then you must act in accordance with military laws. .My people can come on time, why can't you?"
Xu Qingzhi's face changed, knowing that Fang Xie was about to show his authority. But he couldn't find Fang Jie's fault, as a general, it was wrong to delay the future.
"Ten blows to each person is a small punishment. If someone violates the military law next time, he will be killed immediately."
As soon as Fang Jie finished speaking, the outside Xiaoqi School swarmed in, forked out the generals of the Yongzhou soldiers and gave them a good meal. It was said that there were not many ten army sticks per person, but it would be known only after the actual beating. It is said that with ten army sticks, five strokes can beat a person to a pulp. Even though the people from the Xiao Riding School showed some mercy, these people were still beaten and howled like ghosts and wolves.
After being beaten, they had to limp in by themselves and continue to stand.
"Are you dissatisfied?"
Fang asked.
Those few people were naturally dissatisfied, but no one dared to speak out.
"I know that you are dissatisfied, and you still think that I am deliberately making things difficult for you... I am not afraid of your dissatisfaction. If you have the ability, you can sit here and give orders instead of me. If you don't have the ability, then you will be beaten and long-term memory! Remember my words, Just this time…”
Those few people were silent, not daring to speak. Although I scolded my mother in my heart, no one dared to show it.
"I went to the He people's camp tonight."
Fang Jie said something lightly, and as soon as he finished speaking, the generals of the Yongzhou soldiers immediately raised their heads and looked at him with disbelief on their faces, and their shock could be seen from their widened eyes.
"I planned to kill the King of He, so this battle would be easier. But I didn't expect that there are many experts in the He people's team, so I came back after walking around in the He people's camp."
Fang Jie saw that the expressions of those generals in Yongzhou were not right, and he knew what they were thinking. He picked up a book from the table and handed it over, "This is something I took out from Tuhunduobie's big tent. I don't know the characters of the He people, can any of you recognize them?"
"The humble job recognizes it!"
Xu Qingshang stepped forward to take the book, opened it and looked at it, and his face changed: "This is... This is the roster of King He, which records the number of troops brought by the chieftains of the He tribe this time!"
The generals who were beaten were really frightened this time, they couldn't believe it, the handsome looking young general in front of him had just entered King He Tuhun's tent!
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"In this case, this trip is not without gains."
Fang Jie nodded after hearing Xu Qingzhi read the things recorded in the roster: "At least we now know the names of the chieftains of each tribe, and the total strength of the Heren team. In addition, I entered the Heren camp last night. At that time, I made a special trip to the beast camp, and got some clues about how to break the beast army of the He people."
"How to break it?"
Xu Qingzhi asked eagerly.
"After I prepare, I will naturally tell you."
Fang Jie didn't say anything, but shook his head and said to Xu Qingzhi: "Send a smart person out of the city to meet Tuhunduobie, tell him, just say that I want to see him, and let him decide the place in ten days' time."
"ah?"
Xu Qingzhi was stunned for a moment: "General...what if Tuhunduo decides the meeting place to be in the camp of the He people?"
Fang Jie got up, stretched the wrinkled muscles on his back and said casually: "It's not wrong to go."