To be honest, if Li Shimin hadn't been able to beat Li Ruohai, he would have rushed to Li Ruohai by now and kicked Li Ruohai out of the general's building.

Every time, every time Li Shimin sincerely asked Li Ruohai a big master about martial arts, he would get a nasty answer that could make him vomit blood three liters directly - go home and ask your uncle.

After hearing this answer, Li Shimin really wanted to roar at these big masters: "I don't even know where my uncle is——! you explain to me a little, can you die? Can you die——!

However, Li Shimin is an absolutely super smart person, of course he will not be stupid and make such a very irrational second-hand behavior.

Therefore, after hearing Li Ruohai's words, Li Shimin just forced a laugh and never said half a word again.

Wukong saw that the scene was embarrassing, so he coughed softly, and asked Lang Chuanyun seriously: "Uncle Lang, since you can't kill Pang Ban, are you sure to drag him and don't let him make trouble for us?" After speaking, he looked at the other party with anticipation, waiting for Lang Chuanyun's answer.

Lang Chuyun groaned slightly, then nodded slightly, and slowly replied to Wukong: "This is no problem, if Pang Ban really makes a move, I am sure to drag him down." ”

As soon as his words fell, Mao Wenchen was very serious and said to him in a deep voice: "You can't let him strike first! Lang Daxia, if Pang Ban strikes first, the place where the two of you will fight is likely to be in our military formation." In this way, it will definitely cause great damage to the soldiers on our side!Therefore, you must not wait for Pang Ban to strike first, but should take the initiative to rush into the fierce slave army formation and strike first!" Speaking of this, he saw that the waves and clouds seemed to be a little embarrassed, so he hurriedly continued to persuade.

"Lang Daxia, this time, the total number of troops that we can gather in Mayi can only be about one million at most! Facing the entire Fierce Slave Empire, tens of millions of tiger and wolf divisions, to be honest...... At most, we only have a 50% chance of winning. I know it's ...... for you to go it alone. Before Mao Wenchen finished speaking, Lang Chuanyun raised his hand to interrupt him to continue.

"You misunderstood, it's not that I'm afraid to go it alone, I just think ...... , if Pomban doesn't make a move....... Forget it, I already know what you mean, don't worry, as long as Pang Ban appears on the battlefield, I will definitely attack him first!" After saying this categorically, Lang Chuanyun nodded vigorously to Mao Wenchen.

Seeing that Lang Chuanyun agreed, Mao Wenchen immediately put his heart down, and quickly smiled and thanked Lang Chuanyun: "With the words of Lang Daxia, I am completely relieved." Lang Daxia, thank you for this righteous action!" After speaking, he hurriedly saluted Lang Chuanyun and respectfully.

Seeing this, Wukong quickly stood up with a smile, and said to Lang Chuanyun sincerely: "Uncle Lang helped me resist that guy from Pang Ban, and the tens of millions of soldiers and horses of the fierce slaves are all local chickens and dog——!s!

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass. The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and does not break the fierce slave...... I swear not to return ——!" After a loud roar, Wukong took out his saber and stabbed it on the table in front of him.

After listening to Wukong's pirated version of "From the Army", everyone was completely suppressed.

After Mao Wenchen came back to his senses, he hurriedly slammed the table with great force, and shouted very excitedly: "Okay——! if you don't break the Huns' oath and not return it——! since the lord has such ambitions, why worry about not winning this battle——!——!?

After the two of them shouted with such a tacit understanding, all the people present, including Li Shimin, couldn't help but feel an unprecedented pride and ambition in their hearts.

So, everyone stood up together, clenched their fists together, and watched Wukong shout loudly, "Victory——————!"

Seeing this, Wukong nodded in his heart, smiled at everyone and said: "There is a great man who once said that we must despise the enemy strategically, and we must attach importance to the enemy in tactics! Although I don't know how to lead troops to fight, I think this sentence is very correct. This battle has a bearing on the life and death of hundreds of millions of our people! And the key to victory lies in you. So, please, everyone——!" After speaking, Wukong hugged his fists vigorously and meticulously bowed to everyone.

Looking at all the Dasui courtiers present, all of them were energetic and saluted Wukong, all of them were shining with a strong fighting spirit in their eyes, and then looked at the little fat man standing on the main throne with a smile on his face, Li Shimin suddenly remembered that the military god Han Xin had made a hand-me-down evaluation of the military god Han Xin for the powerful ancestor - although His Majesty is not good at commanding troops, he is good at generals!

Li Shimin has already seen Wukong's military talent very thoroughly, and he only has four words to evaluate Wukong's level of leading troops, that is, a mess.

After Li Shimin learned the whole process of Chibi War, he was angry and depressed, and almost committed suicide by wiping his neck.

However, Wukong doesn't have any military talent, and his ability to lead troops is also extreme, so what?

Li Shimin, as a generation of stabbing gods, a peerless soldier who has been famous for thousands of years, what about it?

The lord doesn't need to be good at commanding troops at all, and he doesn't even need to go to the battlefield in person, as long as he can make all the generals under his command obedient and close, and let these generals go to the battlefield to kill the enemy without forgetting their lives, then it's okay.

Therefore, after seeing that Xu Shiji's eyes were no longer a little depressed, Li Shimin had no choice but to smile bitterly in his heart, and put away all his plans to dig the foot of the wall, fight back, and stab Wukong to death.

After Wukong smiled and glanced at Xu Shiji and Li Shimin, he slowly spoke: "I just talked to Wen Chen, and he told me that after the successive transportation of the six countries in Northern Xinjiang, the number of Ahamas in Mule and Sheep City has been hoarded to more than 50,000 horses. Therefore, I plan to build a dragon cavalry army that can dominate the world!"

"Yes Ji, this time you came to the north with the least number of soldiers, and I will leave this newly formed dragoon army to you to command. Well, it is just enough to form a powerful army with a scale of 100,000, and this matter is decided!" After speaking, Wukong nodded slightly to Mao Wenchen.

Xu Shiji didn't know the horror of the Dragoon Regiment, but among the other northern generals present, who would not know the strength of the Dragoon Legion.

Mao Wenchen didn't expect that Wukong would be so eccentric, and handed over the entire dragoon army to Xu Shiji, who was subordinate to Nanliang.

Therefore, after frowning and pondering for a while, he finally had to smile bitterly regretfully, slowly walked in front of Xu Shiji, and handed over a brand-new talisman to Xu Shiji's hands very solemnly.

"Xu Shuai, the lord attaches great importance to you, you must ...... Congratulations!" After staring at Xu Shiji's eyes, Mao Wenchen walked to his seat with his hands behind his back.