[Chapter 187 Chapter 187 After the divorce, he became a popular figure (64)]
The You Kingdom’s army was approaching but the Kingdom did not move, which clearly showed that it was trying to put pressure on Dayan.
What they meant was that Dayan should pay nine cities as compensation for the life of the Ninth Prince.
Even without seeing the body, it was concluded that Helian Muye was dead, and his ambition was obvious.
Yan Wanshan was so angry that he skipped a bowl of rice and paced around the military tent with his hands behind his back: "This is just like an ant trying to shake a tree. You are overestimating your own abilities!"
Yan Qing glanced up and down at Helian Muye and lowered his voice: "This Ninth Prince is quite valuable."
Helian Muye, who had been pretending to be a woman by her side for a few days, has now adapted well and there is no sign of his previous rejection.
As if he was addicted to pretending, he would occasionally follow her and not forget to throw a few seductive glances at the soldiers who came by, making them blush.
After hearing her words, the man raised his orchid finger, tilted his head slightly and stroked her face, and said to her shyly: "Miss, you are too kind."
The voice that came out of his suppressed throat sounded both masculine and feminine, and coupled with his face that looked even more delicate with the makeup, he was truly a feast for the eyes.
Xu Wenzhang, who stayed by Yan Qing's side all the time, shuddered exaggeratedly and rubbed his arms with his hands crossed.
I deliberately imitated his tone and said, "Miss, thank you for your praise~"
Helian Muye glared at him and said sarcastically, "Rough."
"You are delicate and greasy. It will be easier if you cut off two taels of meat from your crotch." Xu Wenjian was not willing to be outdone.
On the other side, Yan Wanshan sat back at the head and asked the generals for their opinions on how to deal with the You Kingdom.
Here, a grown man and a fake woman are arguing with each other in both implicit and implicit words.
A drop of cold sweat ran down Yan Qing's forehead. If she hadn't been sitting in the back corner, the two people standing behind her would have attracted everyone's attention.
It is said that two women make a play, and these two men can probably make several plays.
Fortunately, they all knew their limits, and after someone stood up and spoke, the crowd quieted down.
"Marshal, I think this battle should be fought." The sturdy vanguard general clasped his fists and said, his voice as loud as a bronze bell.
He was as burly as Zhang Fei, with a square face, a nose pointing upward, and beard hanging on both sides. He exuded both righteousness and murderous intent.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he continued with his eyes wide open, "These bitches are so arrogant. If we don't put an end to their arrogance, they will definitely take advantage of us."
"Zhang Hanjiang requests a fight, vowing to beat the You country's villains into cowards!" He left his seat and walked into the hall, bowed his hands, clasped his fists, straightened his back, and knelt on one knee.
The other generals cheered and echoed.
Helian Muye rubbed his nose and suppressed the urge to sneeze.
He seemed to be the dog thief from You country mentioned by the general.
Yan Qiansong leaned back in his chair and looked at Yan Qing, who was sitting at the end of his row.
He made a few "cucubus" sounds towards Xu Wenzhang, who was standing behind Yan Qing like a guardian angel.
After receiving his signal, Xu Wenjian gently patted Yan Qing on the shoulder.
Yan Qing turned his gaze over and saw his elder brother making faces.
Like a monkey with flies harassing its face.
Seeing that she was confused, Yan Qiansong was so anxious that he wanted to gesture with his hands, but he ended up falling backwards with his head tilted back and became the best performer of the show.
"Deputy General Yan, are you trying to snatch the chance to fight from me, Old Zhang?" Zhang Hanjiang turned sideways and met his stern gaze.
Yan Qiansong scratched his face: "No, I definitely don't mean that."
Receiving his father's inquiring look, he looked at Yan Qing and cleared his throat: "It's my little sister who has something to say."
He saw that his younger sister was frowning. She must have something to say but was just too embarrassed to interrupt.
Among so many people present, no one is as smart as his younger sister.
If it weren't for the secret letter from his sister that predicted everything, they would have been finished in the battle of Xianhuang Valley.
Not to mention that so many people with bad intentions were naturally pulled out.
His proud expression almost wrote "Everyone here is trash, only my sister is the best" on his face.
They are indeed father and son.
Yan Wanshan had the same expression as him. He asked Zhang Hanjiang to sit down first and raised his hand to signal Yan Qing: "Be good, ahem... Yan Qing, tell me, what do you think?"
Yan Qing stood up in front of everyone's gaze and said, "Reporting to the Marshal, General Zhang and I just happen to have a different opinion."
"The You Kingdom blamed Dayan for breaking the alliance because of the disappearance of the Ninth Prince, but they stationed dozens of miles outside the city and did not move forward. There are many suspicious points in this."
"If our army leads the troops to fight first, it will be easy for us to fall into the enemy's trap."
"Besides, it is winter now. The climate is a natural advantage for the You country's soldiers. Our army is not good at fighting in the snow. It will be disadvantageous for us to fight rashly."
"Moreover, there is a saying in the Art of War: 'A good general avoids his opponent's vigor and attacks his opponent's laziness'. If the enemy does not move, I will not move. If the enemy moves, I will move first."
"So I think it's inappropriate to fight at this time."
She was neither humble nor arrogant, her language was clear and logical, and her arguments were coherent.
The generals were all experienced warriors, and seeing that she remained calm under the pressure of everyone, the dissatisfaction in their hearts caused by her rebuttal to them quietly dissipated.
After thinking about it carefully, although they felt that what she said made sense, they really couldn't bear to ignore the enemy's huge provocation.
Zhang Hanjiang stiffened his neck and said, "How can a little girl like you understand what happens on the battlefield?"
His face turned red and his neck became thick. He felt embarrassed to be refuted in front of so many people and was filled with anger.
It's not that I don't know how powerful this girl is. After all, the Marshal's opening remarks for a long time were "My girl is really worrying. Not only did she negotiate with the bandits to protect the disaster relief funds, she also dared to go to the epidemic area alone and fight tigers in the mountains to get medicine."
When it comes to praising his own daughter, the Marshal's cultural level seems to have risen sharply.
Their ears are sore from hearing the same thing over and over again.
Anyone who has a child would be envious, jealous, and sad that they don’t have such an outstanding girl.
But even if this girl is powerful, fighting is different from anything else.
Yan Qing frowned and stared, "General Zhang, do you look down on women?"
Zhang Hanjiang's cheeks twitched. He looked around. Everyone was watching him like a monkey show. No one said a word to help him.
Where is that agreement you just had?
He glanced at the marshal who was sitting on the throne and saw that he was also indifferent.
His toes hidden in his shoes scratched the ground. How could he dare to look down on the woman?
Didn’t the little girl in the military medical camp teach them a lesson?
If anyone dared to question it, the masters in the entire camp would drool at the person, and the scene would be just like an eagle protecting its cubs.
"No--" He was about to speak when he heard the girl speak again.
"Please General Zhang give some guidance to a little girl like me."
Yan Qing clasped his fists towards him.
Zhang Hanjiang hesitated and moved his lips: "Uh, this..."
The little girl was so small that he could hit at least two enemy soldiers with one punch.
Fists and feet have no eyes, what if I hurt her?
"Okay!" Before he even agreed, a group of people around him who were not afraid of trouble started cheering.
Okay, okay, your mother's shit!
You bunch of idiots, didn’t you see that the marshal’s face has turned black?
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