The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

The old man shook his head, that's not wrong.

But this kid...

Could it be that poetry has really overflowed?

"Mulan Song" is nothing more than that, and I can attribute it to the many stories I heard.

However, "No Clothes" stimulant to the emotions of the soldiers and the common people is really not like something that someone who has never been on the battlefield can do.

Talent, so extraordinary?

For a moment, he looked at Zhao Hao like he was looking at a monster.

Zhao Hao smiled: "Grandpa! If you just want to praise me in a different way, you should go to bed early! After all, I am so talented, I really want to praise me to the fullest, and it won't take long for me to praise me." No, it’s not good to delay the expedition tomorrow!”

"Little brat is still breathing!"

The old man couldn't help laughing and cursing, took down a map from the wall, and asked, "It's just me and you, tell me your own opinion on this war, what are the chances of winning?"

Zhao Hao thought for a while and said, "If you only look at the battlefield in Zhuyi City, the winning rate is over [-]%. Although the cavalry of the foreign race is fierce, the terrain outside Zhuyi City is not suitable for cavalry. We have a complete range of troops in the barren country. , with various weapons such as crossbows, even if a foreign race masters the demon art, it may not be able to defeat a desolate army of the same strength."

The old man nodded slightly.

Although the black-faced man looked reckless, when he was actually on the battlefield, as long as he was not completely provoked, he would have no problem with his tactical command. The same force would not frighten other races, even if they all knew black magic.

As for provoking...

The black-faced man was indeed easy to get on when he was young, and he often lost his mind after being ridiculed in a few words.

But now, the experience and reputation of General Shenwu has given him enough confidence. His family members are well protected in the capital, so he has no weakness. Any ridicule that falls into his ears can be understood as a sour dog envy.

It can be said that in terms of war, the black-faced man can reassure him more than all the other generals combined.

The old man nodded: "Just like this, it's not enough for [-]%!"

Zhao Hao smiled: "There is also logistics. The foreign race is now covered by the monster race. It is indeed a bit exaggerated to expand so much in a short period of time. But after all, they are in the wilderness, not to mention the barrenness of the land. They probably joined The wild and native food chain relies on hunting for a living.

Our barren country has the support of the whole country's agriculture, but they sent all the young and strong over here. It's okay for two or three months, but after a long time, there will inevitably be logistics problems, and the foreign army will definitely become weaker and weaker.Is [-]% enough this time? "

"Tsk tsk!"

The old man smiled with satisfaction: "Continue..."

Zhao Hao curled his lips and poked his finger on the map: "The monster race has been raising foreign races for 20 years. It sounds cool, but there must be a lot of resources in it. If they are busy mating with foreign races, their own children must be few. Hunting, their own food must be scarce. This siege seems to be huge, but if you ignore the aliens, their strength is actually the lowest in 20 years.

If we have enough troops, it’s okay to take down three more cities. If we’re lucky, we’ll surprise a few tribes and run fast. We’ll kill the young and leave the old behind. In another 20 years, their strength must be weaker. "

hiss……

This grandson is really cruel.

Although the fecundity of the monster race is not weak, the strength of the mother's body will decline significantly after giving birth. If you want to raise offspring, the father's body will have to pay a lot of energy.

Therefore, even if they can give birth again, they must control the fertility rate.

Killing the young will make their fighting power die.

Getting old will leave a drag on the tribes.

Even if they can still regain their vitality, the weak period of more than 20 years is enough for the barren country to do something.

But he still waved his hand: "If our barren country really has so many troops, you can still brag about it like this, let's forget it now. You just said that this is only considering Zhuyi City. If everything is considered, how do you feel?"

This time, Zhao Hao also frowned.

He thought for a moment before saying: "This foreign offensive is really a bit weird. You say they are fighting on instinct as before. They made a decision to threaten our main artery. Say they have expert advice behind them, but this time The offensive looks vigorous, which is different from their motives.

They want to go back to Xiaodousha, there are only two ways, either they threaten us to hand them over through the main artery, or completely destroy the deserted country and force us to hand them over.But as long as we don't compromise, they will cut off our water transportation for a few months, unless the Qi State doesn't beat them on the one hand and doesn't let us borrow it on the other hand.

What's more, their threat is also limited. If there is no Chu State as a crap stick, Qi State's army alone may not be able to prevent it. We are still preparing to take over at the border.

If the main artery threat doesn't work, they can only bring down our barren country. Could it be that they want to rely on hard attack?If this is really possible, the foreign race will not be kicked out.

This time, the foreign race gave me the feeling that they seemed to be enlightened, but they were not fully enlightened. Unless they had better backhands, at most they would end up with both sides hurting. "

Zhao Hao looked at the map for a long time before he said uncertainly: "Anyway, I can't see where this back hand can be inserted for the time being."

The old man also nodded, and looked at Zhao Hao in surprise. The grandson's opinion was almost exactly the same as his.

This time, there must be a master in the monster clan.

Because the act of threatening the main artery cannot be thought of with a slap on the head.

But this big hand seems to have only such a flash of inspiration.

It's just a sharp ax, and you just stop cooking?

Something is wrong.

It was also because of this hidden worry that he dragged Zhao Hao to chatter, maybe this kid's head twitched, and he really got involved with those monster clans.

After all, this guy has developed a lot of magical ideas before, resolved all kinds of embarrassing situations, and coaxed his old buddy to lose his guard.

As a result, this time, the kid analyzed the rules of these things quite clearly, and he didn't look like a brain pumping player at all.

This is a little trickier.

The old man sighed, feeling that he might be the only grandpa in the world who felt sorry for his grandson not being crazy.

He waved his hand: "Okay, you go back to sleep!"

Zhao Hao was confused: "Huh? Does this make me go back?"

"if not?"

"No, what did you call me here for?"

"I can't sleep when I'm old, and I want to hear people recite scriptures."

"???"

Zhao Hao exited the study cursing.

The old man was both happy and worried.

I didn't see the brain hole, but I saw Zhao Hao's quite clear thinking ability.

Sure enough, the old Zhao family has good blood.