"General, this enemy army consumes too much energy." In the military tent, three adjutants were sitting at the table, sipping tea, and one of them complained to me dissatisfied.

I sat in the center seat, also supporting my head with my arms, staring at a pair of dark circles under my eyes, looking drowsy.

And the appearance of those three lieutenants is almost the same as mine.

After this week, our military camp has been completely destroyed by the harassment of the enemy. None of the soldiers have had enough sleep. Even if they have a meal and a nap, they have to be on standby at any time to meet the incoming attack.

Harassing enemy troops.

"Those enemy troops only harassed but did not attack, probably just to see us like this. Now we have really won their hearts." The military counselor wore a tall hat, but could not hide the chicken coop under his head.

"It's really hateful. If you ask me, let's just send out troops to fight them. They are obviously provocative." The deputy general said, "Let's frustrate him again, and they won't dare to be so arrogant."

When I heard his suggestion, I was about to shake my head and reject it. But the military took the lead and said, "It's not advisable or advisable. No one can guarantee that the other side won't set traps for us.

After all, we defeated his army last time. If we had attacked before the first day they set up camp, there would be no need to worry, but it has been a week.

If the other side really intends to plant a trap or something, a week has passed and everything must have been sorted out."

The military advisor expressed his thoughts with great foresight, and I nodded in agreement. The key to marching and fighting is to be brave in deceit.

The methods we can use, if we don’t guarantee that the other side will use them again, we will use them again.

"But we can't continue to consume like this!" Another deputy general stood up, put the teacup in his hand on the table and said: "The food and grass in the military camp can't last us much longer. If we continue to consume like this,

Maybe there is no need to send troops to the opposite side, and we will all starve to death in the camp."

After being reminded like this, I thought about the issue of food and grass. I had been wary of the enemy troops outside the fence for the past two days, but I didn't want to be too vigilant and ignore our disadvantages.

I thought for a moment and waved my hands in a gesture to tell these people to stop making noise. When the lieutenants saw my move, they didn't dare to say anything anymore.

What is a general?

A general is the person who can choose the most correct method in a dangerous situation and under the suggestions of a bunch of people with different opinions.

And now I am standing in the position of general.

"Listen to me," I stopped my words and methods and began to preach: "You are right, we can no longer sit back and wait for death. We cannot continue to defend. Since the enemy is harassing us like that, then

We can do that.

Let them taste the consequences of provoking me, Gao Changgong."

As soon as I finished speaking, the lieutenants all looked at me with bright eyes: "Does the general have another clever plan? Please clarify."

I raised my lips and smiled softly, and explained my response in detail.

After finishing speaking, all the lieutenants, including the lieutenants, clapped their hands and exclaimed: "This is a very good plan."

As a result, the lieutenants and several others took the order and all started preparing to go.

I sat in my seat, holding the tea cup in my hand and chuckled: "Play Sun Tzu's Art of War with me? You're a little too young."

In the evening, the enemy troops came to harass them as usual. We could not ignore the situation and had to send troops to meet them.

As expected, as soon as our soldiers went out, all the enemy troops on the opposite side fled back on horseback.

However, according to my prior arrangements, during the short stretch of the road back to the camp after unsuccessful pursuit of the enemy, two or three soldiers fell down without any warning. Each of them straightened up and fell to the ground.

When the surrounding soldiers saw this, they all panicked for a few seconds. Some even glanced several times in the direction the enemy troops were leaving.

After carrying the unconscious soldiers back to the camp, I happened to see a scene that satisfied me while hiding on the observation deck.

An enemy soldier who had been hiding behind a dirt bag outside the camp for a long time ran out of his hiding place and returned to the enemy camp with very cheerful steps.

Everything develops according to my thoughts.

That night, the enemy troops came three more times. The harassment continued intermittently late into the night.

Then, from late night to early morning, the enemy troops did not come again.

I slept until dawn when I was woken up again by a burst of noise. Two lieutenants stood at the head of my bed and raised their fists at me: "General, as expected, the enemy has indeed come for a frontal assault."

When I heard them report like this, I also chuckled.

As the lieutenants came to the fence gate, the scene that caught my eye was that the enemy troops were fighting with our soldiers. Every one of our soldiers seemed to have no energy and strength.

Like a fish on a sticky board, ready to be slaughtered.

In this deliberately false battle, nearly 3,000 of our soldiers died, and most of the remaining soldiers suffered minor injuries.

That night, I stood on the training platform and after inspiring the morale of the soldiers, I asked the soldiers to rest early.

It was still dark the next day, so I climbed out of bed early, took out a lady's fringed skirt that I had the cavalry buy in the nearest town yesterday, and put it on myself.

Just as I finished packing, the lieutenants outside the tent asked me if I was okay.

I didn't answer and just walked out. After arriving outside the tent, the lieutenants were obviously shocked by my appearance.

But after glancing at me a few times, they all looked elsewhere.

I took the few inches of white cloth from the military advisor's hand and covered my eyes with it. "Remember what I ordered and try not to make any mistakes."

"That's your order!" The lieutenants clasped their fists in unison.

Then, my hands and feet were heavily chained, and I sat sideways on the back of a horse. I followed a deputy general and military advisor to the enemy's camp.

At the gate of the enemy camp, he expressed that we were here to surrender as a show of goodwill. The enemy guarding the gate turned around and got off the observation deck, seemingly going to report.

I looked at a pair of animal eyes and could see changes in the scene outside through the white cloth.

Not long after, an enemy general dressed in red armor walked out with a group of enemy soldiers. Our military advisor was an eloquent man, so he stepped forward and chatted with the enemy general for a few words.

The enemy general's face, which originally had an unkind expression, first showed a look of doubt. Then he followed the military advisor to my horse in disbelief.

The enemy general stretched out his arm and took off the white cloth from my eyes. With my eyes closed, I only felt that my body was suspended in the air for a while, and then I became weightless.

It seemed like he was being carried.
Chapter completed!