Emperor Tianyou was very interested in teaching his son, stood up and took two steps, and took out a few imperial seal secrets from the drawer of the bookshelf and put them in front of Zhou Changan:

"These are secrets that you don't see on a daily basis, so I'll allow you to read them first and then think about them." After saying that, he shouted out the door again: "Pass some refreshments!" ”

It didn't take long for Emperor Tianyou to enjoy refreshments while picking up an idle book and reading it with Zhou Changan.

About half a pillar of incense passed, Zhou Changan closed the last secret book, let out a "hiss" sound, and looked up at Emperor Tianyou.

"Done? Now that Yan Chongwu is in your heart, what should you do? ”

Zhou Yuanqing closed the book in his hand, looked at the four princes opposite with interest, and waited for his reply. And Zhou Changan also changed his determination, but said cautiously in a slightly inquiring tone:

"If you look at it in turn, I did underestimate this Flying Bear Army commander before. Although Erchen had never seen this person with his own eyes, he could already feel a chill coming from behind him just by his means. Now that I look back and ponder his actions, I don't dare to speculate...... I don't know what you think of this Yan Chongwu, father? ”

Zhou Yuanqing also sighed under the rhetorical question of the Four Emperors. He stood up, pointed to the full picture of Hua Yu hanging on the wall of the imperial study, and said slowly:

"I finally waited for the old Guo Yunsong, but another Yan Chongwu popped up. In the past 100 years, his Youbei Yan family has relied on these unborn famous generals to be able to hold on to our Beiyan...... Oh yes, and that old friend of mine, Dongyou Li Qiyuan. However, in the end, the dispute between countries depends on whose fist is ......"

Having said this, Zhou Yuanqing stretched out his fist, looked at it carefully, sighed and let go of his hand:

"In the first fifty years, Guo Yunsong can be said to be the head of the world's soldiers, so that he can fight against my huge Northern Yan with the land of the Northern Projectile; And as soon as Guo Yunsong walked on the front foot, a Yan Chongwu appeared on the back foot, could it be that in the bitter cold land of the north, there is a martial arts god monarch in the underworld? Such a once-in-a-century general, how come there has never been one in my Northern Yan Dynasty? ”

When Zhou Changan heard this, he immediately reminded:

"Father, since you have said this, your sons are going to be bold and arrogant! Although Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, was defeated and martyred, the old man was also a rare brave general during his lifetime, and he was highly respected by soldiers all over the world in defending the city...... Isn't that your rhetoric an obliteration......"

Zhou Yuanqing waved his hand and stopped the fourth son who was 'speaking up' for Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei:

"You still don't understand, people in this world have their own limits to their talents and abilities. And what his father said just now was not to reprimand Pingbei Hou for his incompetence. However, the old marquis has been fighting horses all his life, and his ability to command troops is nothing more. But Guo Yunsong and Yan Chongwu are different, these two are real peerless generals, and they are both geniuses who are favored by God. Needless to say, the civil and military shuangquan are self-explanatory, and the originally ordinary flowers, grasses, trees, and trees can come to life like a ban in their hands; Whenever the enemy is in battle, the mountains and rivers can also be used for it. Famous generals throughout the ages are all among them. This is also the realm that Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, will not be able to reach in his whole life......"

Zhou Changan was still a little angry in his heart after hearing this, but he did not continue to argue with his father on this issue. Instead, he turned the conversation around, and turned his head to talk about Yan Chongwu again:

"Then according to the father and the emperor, what kind of thoughts does Yan Chongwu have now?"

Zhou Yuanqing pondered for a long time, and then tapped the dragon desk with his fingers very rhythmically:

"In my opinion, Yan Chongwu's pretentiousness is indeed played for the Son of Heaven, but it is not for the Son of Heaven of the Yan family...... It's not good, but the audience he secretly selected is me! ”

Zhou Changan was stunned by his father's words, staring at his smiling father in a daze, and couldn't close his thin mouth for a long time.

"Don't be surprised, it's not complicated. You think, that Yan Chongwu must be reluctant to give up the fat of the East Customs, but in the face of the trapped Fengjing Imperial City, he had to return to help immediately; Under the dilemma, he will clamor for help, and on the surface, he is telling the Yan family father and son that he has no intention of being submissive; But in fact, his little abacus was to lure my Northern Yan Dynasty to increase the troops of the Eastern Customs first! After all, it's not just our Beiyan family that can use secret spies to collect intelligence; But once we first increase our troops to the East Customs, then he Yan Chongwu will have a reasonable reason to lead the army to turn back and take the East Customs immediately! And our Beiyan territory is vast, and it is not an overnight thing to gather a team that can defend the East Customs again; On the contrary, the soldiers led by Yan Hunt are all new forces that can turn the horse's head anytime and anywhere! ”

As soon as Emperor Tianyou said this, the four princes showed a look of sudden realization: and Yan Chongwu's trick, now that he was told by his father, he didn't feel anything wonderful. Just like the previous battle of Puhe, he was nothing more than a time difference in the speed of the march.

It was with this simple time difference that Yan Chongwu strangled Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, and the 100,000 army of Northern Yan!

The meter is the same meter, and the means are high and low.

"In that case, let's stand still! In this way, it can also make Yan Chongwu's future plans completely fail! ”

Zhou Chang'an said proudly, but was poked at the center of his eyebrows again by Emperor Tianyou:

"Silly boy, if this is the case, Guo Xiao, the only son of the Marquis of Pingbei, will fall into a dangerous situation from which he will never recover. I can't chill the hearts of those countrymen! In this way, you go back to your home and think about it carefully, if you are asked to use soldiers, what should be the current battle style? ”

After Zhou Chang'an left the palace, Emperor Tianyou Zhou Yuanqing immediately summoned Zuo Prime Minister Wang Fang and entered the palace to discuss the direction of the war. And Zhou Chang'an, the fourth prince who left the palace and returned to the palace, also immediately called Ge Sanshui, the head of the palace:

"Lao Ge, immediately send all the spies of Chiwu to me between Fengjing City and Donghaiguan in the northern part of the country. I want to know Yan Chongwu and his every move of the Flying Bear Army. ”

Today's night is like the bottom of a black pot on the stove, and not even a star has appeared in mid-air. It has long been recorded in the ancient texts of shamanism: every time such a celestial appearance appears, it is the darkest time when all the gods close their spiritual consciousness together. And the old people on the Huayu continent will not allow their family members to go out under this kind of sky. The so-called moon dark murder night, high wind and fire day, even if you don't talk about ghosts and gods, this is also a rare and dangerous day!

Also tonight, after a few nights of banquets, the young marshal Guo Xing, who was sleeping soundly in his dream, was woken up by Feng Lianye, the vanguard general who was sinking like water, and Liang Jing, the quartermaster general of the Pingbei Army.

"Hey...... Uncle Feng, Mr. Liang mentioned, I have drunk a little too much, and I have a splitting headache at this time, and I really can't drink anymore......"

The young marshal Guo Xing turned over with his eyes closed, muttering and complaining in his mouth, but he didn't hear a reply after waiting for a while, and suddenly had an ominous premonition between half-dreaming and half-waking. He rolled over and sat up, staring at the two in front of him with stunned eyes.

"Xing'er...... I just got the news brought by the secret agents under the four princes: The old marquis of Pingbei, including my 100,000 troops in Pingbei, was surrounded by the troops led by Yan Chongwu of the Flying Bear Army, and died in a collective battle on the bank of the Pu River......"

Feng Lian also finished the battle report he had just gotten in a gloomy tone. Unexpectedly, Guo Xing was stunned for a while, but laughed out loud:

Uncle Feng laughed, the black bear was very martial, but the brothers watched him burn into a mess of ashes; Moreover, even if he comes back from the dead, the Flying Bear Army will only have 50,000 full battles, and the main force will not exceed 20,000, while my father has an army of 100,000 under his command, and he personally led 500 personal guard battalions to escort along the way; With so many troops, and there is no shortage of commanders and officers, it is impossible to be surrounded and annihilated by anyone! Therefore, according to the last general, this so-called 'secret agent under the command of the four princes' should be a dead soldier sent from Fengjing, who intends to disturb the hearts of our army and lure us and other leading troops away from Fengjing, so that they can give their cowardly emperor Lao'er a way to escape! ”

Guo Xing's guess is reasonable, but Feng Lian and Liang Jing are still facing each other, and their eyes are full of grief looking at the triumphant Guo Xing.

"What's wrong? Isn't what the last general said wrong? This is nonsense no matter how you think about it! General Feng, you know my father, he is an old man who has been extremely cautious in the use of troops all his life, how can he be found by someone to find an opportunity to attack halfway? Mr. Liang also mentioned that you also know that in the rear army, although they are all civilian auxiliaries who are responsible for transporting grain and grass and building bridges and roads, they are not less trained on weekdays! Now coupled with the command of the five hundred guards of the father, the combat effectiveness that can be exerted will never be weaker than that of the Flying Bear Army! ”

Guo Xing's retort grew louder, and he hurriedly got up, staring at his neck with his eyes, his eyes full of confidence, vaguely but with a hint of pleading......

Feng Lian also looked at his expression and sighed:

"Young marshal, please mourn. Although the Marquis of Pingbei has been martyred now, the second army of our former middle school is still intact. Before the arrival of His Majesty's holy decree, you must endure the pain of bereavement and bear the unfulfilled wishes of the prince! ”

"Impossible! When pigs fly! General Feng, you're joking, aren't you? You're definitely joking! I'll lead the troops to welcome my father back to the camp now, yes! Go now! After that, we worked together to capture Fengjing in one go! ”

Guo Xing was already in tears at this time, but he still made a 'happy and rushing' appearance, picked up the general's helmet that fell on the side, and walked towards the outside of the tent.

Feng Lian also hurriedly stretched out his hand to hug him, but was dragged out several steps away by Guo Xing's forward momentum; Fortunately, Liang Jing also hurriedly stepped forward when he saw this, and grabbed his other body; The two generals clenched their teeth, and neither of them would take another half step back.

"Why are you stopping me! I'm going to see my father! Let go of me! I'm going to find ......."

Guo Xing roared with all his strength, and his body was still desperately slamming forward, and the hoarse roar shook Feng and Liang's ears, and also shook the tears of the two generals. After a few roars, Guo Xing was already paralyzed and hung on top of the two of them, his blood-red eyes kept pouring out tears, and he was still muttering words that no one could understand.

Feng Lian also sighed, and then waved his palm and knocked on Guo Xing's neck. Before Guo Xing collapsed on the handsome couch, there was a strange sweet smile on his mouth!