: Suddenly sending a cold arrow

Central Ba County.

Daxian.

Liu Pan sat upright on Huang Feiyin, who was of noble temperament.

Only four eyes were exposed under the hideous Qilin mask.

Daxian is experiencing a fierce battle.

Young general Guan Xing volunteered to attack Daxian County.

Liu Pan fulfilled his wish.

He was given ten thousand garrison troops to attack the city.

Just think it was to accumulate experience for Guan Xing to practice.

The city in Daxian is not high.

There are not many Shu soldiers stationed inside.

It's just right for practicing.

Zhuge Liang, who was following Liu Pan, looked at Guan Xing fighting in front of him.

He smiled and said, "Your Majesty is planning to focus on cultivating Anguo?"

A smile flashed in Liu Pan's eyes:

"No one is born to lead troops to fight, and he always needs to go through some experience.

But An Guo is really good. It seems that my second brother has indeed put in some effort to him."

Zhuge Liang nodded and said, "That's right.

An Guo is skilled in martial arts and has strategies, so he will definitely be a general in the future."

"A tiger father has no dog son.

The second brother’s son is naturally not wrong!”

Liu Pan said satisfied.

Zhuge Liang tilted his head and looked at Liu Pan: "But Your Majesty's cultivation is too deliberate. It is obviously a back door! His Majesty can really think about it!"

Liu Pan glanced at Zhuge Liang sideways.

"Educate your children as soon as possible! Who hasn't come from his age?"

yes.

Everyone has been through the youth.

Liu Pan is so.

Zhuge Liang was the same.

Zhuge Liang never forgot.

When he was seven years old.

My uncle died unexpectedly.

It was Liu Pan who took in the three of them.

Then cultivate carefully.

If it weren't for Liu Pan's "back door".

Zhuge Liang still doesn’t know where he is plowing the loess and the sky.

The eyes crossed the chaotic battlefield.

It fell on Guan Xing.

Zhuge Liang thought with emotion:

I will meet Your Majesty in this life.

It is your luck and mine.

Not everyone has Liu Pan's eyesight and courage.

It is cultivated vigorously for young people.

Just like gambling stones in later generations.

Before a stone is cut open.

No one knows whether it is jade or ordinary stone inside.

There are indeed not many people like Liu Pan who are willing to gamble.

Because even if the big stone exists in jade.

That can only be considered a rough jade.

Want to become a weapon.

It also needs to be carefully crafted.

How much effort did Liu Pan put into practice in this process?

He knows it himself.

Zhuge Liang, Sima Yi and others also knew it.

Now Zhuge Liang and the others have grown up.

Younger Guan Xing and others.

He became the next group of targets for Liu Pan to train.

There are talented people born in the country.

It is because of a monarch like Liu Pan who has a long-term vision.

At this point.

No one in the world can surpass him.

More than an hour later.

Guan Xing rode his horse in blood and rushed to Liu Pan.

On the horse's back, he bowed to Liu Pan:

"Report to Your Majesty! The last general has taken over Daxian County!"

The time was faster than Liu Pan expected.

Liu Pan originally thought that it would take at least two hours for Guan Xing to do it.

"Yes, An Guo really has the style of your father back then!"

Liu Pan praised him with praise.

Daxian is the last county town leading to Dazhuguan.

Taken Daxian.

There will be a smooth road ahead.

Liu Pan could then lead his troops to Dazhu Pass.

Let the soldiers have a good night's rest in Da County tonight.

"Enter the city!"

Liu Pan waved his hand.

He ordered the three armies to prepare to enter the city.

It was at this moment.

A sound of breaking the wind rang without warning.

Out of the corner of the eye.

Liu Pan saw a feather arrow shot towards his temple at an extremely fast speed.

Accurate head and strength are all first-class!

"There are assassins!"

Dian Weihu roared.

Just as he was about to swing his two halberds and slash the arrow.

I saw Liu Pan reaching out to copy without panic.

The skill of using empty hands to enter the sword.
To be continued...