"Fishing net?" The big man's brows furrowed even more.
"Aren't the Royal Guards all from the capital? How could they think of using fishing nets? And they don't know how to swim, so how could they set up an ambush underwater? Aren't they afraid of being suffocated to death?" The big shot raised doubts.
The officials present looked at each other, and no one could answer.
The doubts of the great men are also the doubts in their hearts.
"Oh, I understand. Some of them must have grown up on the shore of the water town."
The big man thought for a moment and said.
At this moment, all the officials suddenly realized as if they were enlightened.
"Yes, yes, that must be the case."
"My lord, you are wise!"
"If adults hadn't explained it, we wouldn't have thought of it even if we thought about it."
All the officials immediately burst into flattery.
The big shot said calmly: "You guys are so good at flattering me, why not think of a way to proceed to the next step."
The officials' voices stopped suddenly, and everyone's faces showed awkward and unusual expressions.
One hundred people fought against thirty, and no one was left dead. Fortunately, no one knew about this, otherwise, it would be embarrassing!
Next step? They really haven't thought about it.
"We all just follow the adults' lead."
One of the officials was clever and came up with a high-sounding reason in a flash.
"Yes, yes, we bastards can't come up with any good ideas. Just one idea is more useful than all of us combined."
When the big man heard this, he was not only unhappy, but also frowned even more tightly.
"What I want are useful talents, not useless people who only flatter people." He said calmly.
As soon as these words were said, the officials immediately fell silent again.
"How about we send more people this time?" Someone thought for a long time and made a suggestion.
"How many?" asked the big man.
"Well, how about sending a thousand people?" The official hesitated and said.
"A thousand people?" Before the big man could speak, the officials nearby had already stared and quit.
"Is this a joke?" Someone sneered, "Those Imperial Guards only have 500 people in total, but we actually have to dispatch 1,000 people?"
"But I don't think it's a joke. One hundred people were wiped out against thirty. If we don't send a thousand people this time, how can we be absolutely sure?" the official who made the suggestion replied confidently.
But most of the officials looked disapproving.
"Who are the Imperial Guards? They are all deadbeats. The people we sent out are fighting one by one. We already think highly of them. You actually thought of sending a thousand people to deal with them. Isn't it too fussy?"
The official shook his head and said, "Making a fuss out of a molehill? I don't think so."
"But we think so!" most officials said in unison.
There was also a small group of people who sided with the official in support of his suggestion.
“For the sake of safety, it’s better to have more people.”
The officials were soon divided into two groups. With each other's words, the smell of gunpowder became stronger and they almost started to quarrel.
The great man remained silent.
The officials argued for a while, then realized that the big shot had not spoken, so they all stopped talking and looked at the big shot's expression, feeling worried.
"Sir, we all listen to you. We will do whatever you say."
The big man raised his eyes lightly and glanced at everyone.
"One thousand people versus five hundred people is indeed making a fuss out of a molehill." He said.