I became the son of Renzong

Leaving words blank is the fault of literati.Zhao Xi understands, even though he really wants to continue to trample on the Jingxi Road Forbidden Army... Let's take a step back, doesn't it mean that the sea and the sky will be brighter if you take a step back?I really want to hurt Wen Kuanfu, so don't play any more tricks.

"Let the bachelor decide."

Well, Your Highness still knows how to advance and retreat as he did when he was a child.

Fu Bi was skating at the stall, and Wen Yanbo was skating the legs of the commanders.

Send people to call back all the commanders of the capital, and at the same time he also went down the mountain again, and sat down in the commander's tent... It's time to sum up.

In the past two days, the whole body was played by the guard battalion. The imperial guards didn't respond at all. They were just being beaten passively. I haven't seen it, what's the deal?

Today, the time for the final confrontation has arrived.The encirclement encircled by the imperial army's search has reached the point where people are facing each other.As for the guard battalion, there should be nowhere to hide except sticking to the top of the mountain.

Although the imperial army was injured by seven or eight thousand, there are still nearly 2000, and even if the guard battalion is full, there are only [-] people.

Ten against one, all rushing to hug, can also crush the guard battalion.

In the end, the winner should be on the side of the Imperial Army.

Thinking over and over again, Wen Yanbo couldn't figure out where the guard camp could win.

Don't talk about high martial arts skills, this is not a brave and ruthless street guy, this is a decisive battle between soldiers.

Even if it is a famous ranger who is surrounded by soldiers, he will have to wait to die.

He knew about the selection of soldiers for the guard battalion back then, and also understood that the guard battalion was better than the forbidden army in terms of personal quality, and he knew even more that the so-called one-hundred-man enemy on the battlefield was pure nonsense.

Therefore, once entering the battle, the superiority in numbers will be fully reflected... Perhaps the real battle formation lacks courage and may be dispersed, but now it is a drill, and no one knows that they will not lose their lives, so they should have courage.

"Yanguo... uh... Your Highness!"

I couldn't believe it, but Wen Yanbo was sure that it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Shouldn't he be at the top of the mountain?

Wen Yanbo kept rolling his eyes at Fu Bi and Zhao Xi...Fu Yanguo's temperament, he wouldn't be able to lick a prince for the future, right?He has never flattered even officials.

Probably not, never.If that is the case, it is not a question of winning or losing this exercise, but a question of Fu Bi Fu Yanguo's character.

He needs to reconsider the current situation of the court... Although Fu Yanguo wanted to observe this time, he entered the court because of the imperial edict.

For a while, Wen Yanbo's mind was spinning a thousand times.

"Kuan Fu, Bi was wandering around the camp and ran into His Highness the Crown Prince by chance, so I brought along to see you."

As far as Wen Yanbo was concerned, Fu Bi was clear about it.

Such a casual sentence can be regarded as an explanation.

"A chance encounter?"

"That's true. And His Royal Highness has never left the camp... Oh, except for the night attack on the Imperial Army."

Until entering the handsome tent, Zhao Xi remained silent.It can't be said that he can understand Wen Yanbo's mood at this time, and he is afraid that the old boy will think that he is trying to slap him... In fact, Zhao Xi really meant it.

A few years ago, I can finally pay back the matter of letting my grandfather show his ass a few years ago... Just kidding, I am not so narrow-minded, making Wen Yanbo look ugly is not the goal, but letting the court understand the guard camp is the goal.

Properly take care of the opponent's mood, this is character.

Wen Yanbo is very human!

Welcoming Fu Bi and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he also saluted Lu Gongzhu... As for Wang Zhongzheng and Li Xian, two little Huangmen, Wen Yanbo would not condescend.

"Your Highness, can you let Yan Bo know the details?"

Wen Yanbo is not stupid, he can probably guess the outline, and he needs to hear the details.Just lose.He also wanted to know where he lost.

Lu Gong once again acted as the narrator, this time he was not at all proud, just like telling other people's stories, very calmly and objectively told the events of the past two days.

He was very calm, but he could still see the muscles on Wen Yanbo's face trembling non-stop. During the whole narration process, his expression could almost be said to be ever-changing.

"Your Highness uses troops like this, the imperial army will not be wronged."

After listening to the stories that were related to him but he didn't know at all, Wen Yanbo also understood that the loss of this exercise was a foregone conclusion.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince saved some face and didn't dye himself in the first place... Zhao Xi really thought about this.

Beheading operations are the most common in special operations.

In the end, Zhao Xi skipped this idea. His original intention was not to slap Wen Yanbo in the face... although it was considered a slap.

But his original intention was to make the guard battalion shine.

Wen Yanbo admitted defeat.

The arrangement just now... is meaningless.Fortunately, Fu Yanguo was not present, otherwise, the embarrassment would be even greater.

It's meaningless, the encirclement and suppression that I decided... People are not in the encirclement, what is the encirclement and suppression?

If they were tossed about by the guard battalion again tonight, the current exhausted state of the imperial guards would probably be completely dyed, and they would still be sleeping like dead pigs.

After three consecutive days of sleepless nights, I thought from the bottom of my heart that this was not a battlefield.Wen Yanbo was sure that this group of imperial guards would never be too vigilant tonight.

The prince... is even better than the rumors!Although the use of this type of tactics is limited to small teams, it is absolutely top-notch in terms of strategy, especially letting go at the last moment... The guard battalion has all the face and face, and the imperial army, including him Wen Yanbo, has more or less stayed A mask.

Anyway, only [-]% of the damage, not [-]%, let alone annihilation of the whole army.

Chapter 131 Di Qing's doubts

The matter is settled like this, it is not stated clearly, but basically it means that: the exercise ends here, and the rest is to run out of time, similar to the garbage time at the end of the competition.

There is no way, although there is some posturing, but the court also needs to have some credibility.Since it said three days, it would be three days. On this point, everyone present here defaulted to this.

As for the forbidden army in Soushan, let them continue to search... It can be regarded as punishment for the defeat of this exercise.

Then, Wen Yanbo started to make tea...

Zhao Xi had never tasted the tea soup of this era, and couldn't stand the taste.It's called tasting tea, but it's actually... boiled seasoning.

Zhao Xi has been waiting for these two to ask about the guard battalion, but... no.

Talk about Beijing West, talk about the Western Army, talk about the Guangnan Rebellion and the Nong Bandits, and even talk about the reasons behind the formation of such a large-scale Nong Bandit.Just not to mention the guard battalion...

Impressed!Zhao Xi didn't want to and couldn't talk about it by himself.It is one aspect that the crown prince intervened in politics prematurely. The key point is the argument that the court did not speak of military affairs for 20 years, which was decided by the court after the two envoys to Daliao and Daxia.

Drank a lot of salty soup, talked a lot of idleness, nothing serious, just talked about some things in the cloud.

Hard to wait until the second meal of the day...