Fast time travel: The villain male god keeps flirting

Chapter 389 "I have special pet training skills (28)"

"Mr. Jian, the scouts saw a large number of rebel troops coming here from fifty miles outside the city, about [-], and the situation is very critical!" The scout team leader's usually calm face revealed a trace of anxiety.

Jianbo's knuckles are as clear as jade fingers, holding the wolf hair brush, swiping the brush, the ink color is completely under his control, his eyes are light, and within a few strokes, he can create a thick ink painting of mountains and rivers.

When he heard the scout report, he continued to complete his painting without changing his expression.

The time for a stick of incense was fleeting, and the team leader broke out in cold sweat for two or three drops. He frequently looked up at the bamboo slips for painting, and gradually became dissatisfied.

"Mr. Jane, you—"

Jian Bo raised his eyes, the light blue eyes were like the boundless sea, calm and gentle on the surface, but turbulent and stormy waves were brewing inside, he pulled his lips, "Quiet."

The captain lowered his head, "Yes."

Jian Bo put down the brush and took out a scroll from his white sleeve, "This is left by the general, you take it to Vice General Zhang."

"The general left?"

"Yes." Jian Bo nodded slightly, "She once said that this may be the last magic weapon to help us win the war."

As if he had found a treasure, the team leader carefully placed the scroll in the second inner layer of his chest, forced a dry smile at Jianbo, and stepped back respectfully.

Jian Bo glanced at Zhou Meng's hand-painted topographic map, and was lost in thought for a long time, pursing her lips, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Captain, is there anything Mr. Jane can do?" The young scout with narrow eyes who was the first to notice the enemy's situation noticed the relaxed face of the captain, and leaned close to the captain who had just come out of the general camp.

The captain patted him on the shoulder, "Da Zhuzi, you've done a great job!"

The young scout called "Big Pillar" scratched his head, "Captain, don't praise me... What I'm worried about is, can Mr. Jian deal with such an older rebel army? There are more than [-]!"

Looking at the anxious subordinates, the captain looked around, whispered in his ear: "There are generals who have tricks in their pockets, we are not afraid of them."

"General—" Da Zhuzi exclaimed, the captain quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and glared at him, "Die! This is a top secret, you can't talk nonsense! You wait here, I'm going to report to General Zhang Send things."

Da Zhuzi moved the captain's sweaty hand away, "Could it be?" He pointed in the direction of the general's tent, the meaning was self-evident.

"Ah."

"Captain, let me see it, I swear, I will never move it!" Dazhuzi smiled hippiely, pulled the captain's sleeve, raised his right hand and swore, "Just one look, let me feast my eyes?"

The captain couldn't tire him, so he reluctantly agreed. He pulled him to the shadow of the big tent, took off his coat, and took something out of his chest.

"I found it...it's this painting scroll. Mr. Jian said it's a secret magic weapon." He took it out and shook it, then quickly stuffed it back into the inner side of his chest.

Dazhuzi only had time to see the captain shake the white scroll in his hand, and then he was put away by the captain.

"Let me take another look..."

The captain raised his leg and kicked him, "Go away, I'm going to give it to General Zhang as soon as possible, don't get in the way."

The big pillar stared at the back of the captain.

"Wait." The captain turned his head and called him over.

Dazhuzi ran over happily, "Captain, have you changed your mind? Or do you want me to give it to General Zhang?"

"Go and keep an eye on the rebels, come and report if there is anything going on."

"Yes." Da Zhuzi replied feebly.

In the middle of the night, except for the patrolling soldiers, everyone else had already fallen into a deep sleep, and the lights in Vice General Zhang's camp were flickering.

Zhang Junsheng was so tired that his eyes were dizzy, and the military terrain map in front of him became a rickety illusion. He rubbed his eyes and thumped his shoulders. Facts have proved that the power of the Sleeping God is unquestionable. He only stayed awake for three seconds. Hou still lay down on the table and fell asleep.

"General Zhang? General Zhang?" Someone shouted softly at the door when the patrolling soldiers changed their guard.

No one answered in the tent, and while no one was paying attention, Dazhu quietly entered Zhang Junsheng's tent.

After Zhang Junsheng drank the drugged tea, he would naturally fall into a deep sleep and sleep until dawn without dreams.

Dazhuzi quickly searched, especially the wooden box where Zhang Junsheng held the letters, which became the focus of his investigation, but after half a stick of incense time passed, he found nothing.

He had dark eyes, and if he couldn't find the scroll of General Zhenbei, the only way to stop the master from blaming him was to take this man's head.

Huh?He narrowed his eyes.

What Zhang Junsheng had on his face was... a painting scroll?
He raised his palm, pushed Zhang Junsheng's big face aside, and quickly pulled out the scroll-like thing.

Open the scroll, it shows the complete terrain near Qingyang, and lists all the tactics and countermeasures that the rebel army may use in combat...

He suddenly felt lucky, if Zhang Junsheng was allowed to continue watching, master...

Without further ado, his body flickered, and others only felt a gust of wind blowing by, and he rushed a hundred meters away with Qinggong.

According to General Zhenbei's forecast, if Qingyang faces hundreds of thousands of rebels, they will need to divide the rebels into battles and defeat them one by one. She has formulated dozens of tactics, including guerrilla warfare and annihilation warfare, including the method of causing internal strife within the enemy. wait.

Twenty kilometers away from Qingyang, in the camp of Prince An's army, all the generals admired the scroll of General Zhenbei, and the military master stroked his goatee and nodded, "I didn't expect a woman to be so talented. It is a masterpiece of war."

Zhou Meng... directly copied the summary of China's 5000-year Art of War.

"That's right, fortunately we have this art of war."

"The marshal is stronger than that yellow-haired girl, and that girl is now a pile of loess!"

Marshal Zhu Song, who was repeatedly praised by everyone, gradually clenched his fists, Ruyu Duanfang's face was ferocious for a moment, and the next second he regained the momentum of the overall situation. He knocked on the table, "Hey, everyone, don't discuss it. Marshal Ben thinks this is a fraud envoy by General Zhenbei."

Zhu Songyi said that the others couldn't believe it, "Cheat, can't you?"

"Isn't that yellow-haired girl dead?"

"Marshal, what, what is going on here?"

Zhu Song stared, the hand holding the painting scroll became tighter and tighter, and the corners couldn't help but wrinkle a little. He returned to God and said, "Although General Zhenbei is dead, her new military adviser is slippery and very cunning."

The goatee smiled when he heard the words, "Marshal, don't worry, this information is sent by the old man's most proud disciple, and the information can't be wrong. The old man thinks that we can follow the plan."

Zhu Song still has doubts, "But—"

"Marshal, if we succeed, we will conquer the entire Peking Camp!"

Zhu Song's brows gradually loosened. The timing of war never waits for anyone. In this case, let's follow Zhou Meng's original plan and do whatever he can!
(End of this chapter)