Chapter 310

Mongolian people are extremely enthusiastic about hero worship and love.

Even a child who has made admirable achievements can also win everyone's recognition and appreciation.

What's more, is this their own son of the Lord?

Only one person's reaction was different. Zhao Meng, who had been standing behind wokuo Tai, almost pulled off several beards on his chin.

Who TM said that the children of Mongolia are straight, simple and honest.

This TM is a group of foxes emerging from the mallet.

Look at the light shining in the corner of his eyes. If his mind hadn't been taken away by him, he used to see the daily intrigues in the official circles of the Song Dynasty.

I will also become the group of one track minded generals at the bottom. I'm interested in this boy.

Just what he just said about his brother's great achievements.

If others don't know, they think they are waving flags and shouting for their brother.

But all the generals sitting here are wokuota's confidants. It can be said that they are generals who have watched his eldest son grow up and have never been pulled down in the March and war.

Can they not know how much skill and weight you have in the external battlefield?

But Gu Zheng said it with such a hand. At that time, wokuo Taihe and the public were moved. But when you go back and think about it so carefully, the person worshipped by a heroic youth is actually a mediocre person.

Even if they are older and the direct leader of the imperial concubine, for these Mongolian people who only look at their achievements regardless of their origin, they will feel aggrieved for their younger brother.

Out of guilt, he, the lord father of others, will naturally tilt the training resources towards his second son.

This little gap, coupled with years of subtle influence.

In the early days of frequent wars in Mongolia, it simply became the best opportunity for the rise of this second son.

When his wings are full, the struggle for power

Thinking of this, Zhao Meng took a very complicated look at Gu Zheng, and then he found that Leng shener's Kung Fu, the young man had described the process of the so-called "blind cat meets dead mouse" sniper battle to all the generals on the array map in the hall.

When Zhao Meng listened so carefully, the horror just now deepened a bit.

Here! When I went to preach just now, there was nothing wrong with the child's attitude. This child is not in the pool!

After Gu Zheng gave a detailed description of the battle to several people sitting here, he acted like the most clever student and looked in the direction of wokuota.

"Father, look at my arrangement this time. Do you have any details to pay attention to? Also, the soldiers under my hand have taken all the booty back to their camp."

"Is this to be handed over to the public account and rewarded according to work? This is the first time for these children to go on an expedition. They are not very familiar with the rules in these details."

Looking at this child with simple and thorough eyes, it's very gratifying that the head is too broad.

He laughed and encouraged, and then put his hand: "we Mongolian soldiers have always been the rules of who gets it."

"Where are the rules and regulations of public accounts and private accounts?"

"What's more, your father, I haven't seen anything good. Where will I covet his son's booty?"

"But you told us why you could destroy all the camels and cavalry phalanx of huloshan ancient country. Instead, you did the opposite and let them go?"

Well, I can't say, is this the pot caused by your real road crazy son?

This map shows everything, that is, the correct marching route map at the beginning, and the position of your group of friendly forces is not displayed.

Just like hidden maps and characters, they must be within a certain range before they can be marked on this small radar.

But it's hard not to pour Gu Zheng.

He returned to the camp very calmly.

"Father, I didn't think so much at all. I just remembered what you taught me on weekdays."

"You always say that when the enemy is desperate, he will always burst out with the most desperate strength and fight to the death."

"At that time, my cavalry team had carried out two major charges, and the light cavalry army, as a support, ran back and forth too many times."

"The speed gap between the mounts on both sides, in the process of this chase, also because of the fatigue of the people on my side, pulled in a lot."

"The camels under each other's crotch are famous for their great endurance and can rule the ancient huloshan country in the desert. Their army is not a reputation."

"If we lose the advantage of flexibility, then we will fall into a tug of war."

"My son didn't dare to take such a risk when he couldn't guarantee whether the other party had backup troops."

"Moreover, the assembly time arranged in the early stage of the army was delayed by his son for this reason."

"If you miss the assembly on that day, it may bring serious losses to the rapidly changing battlefield."

"If it is because of the child's army that the whole attack and occupation plan of e TASI city fails."

"Even if the son has made great achievements, he can't make up for his mistakes!"

It's really gratifying to see the second son of the next head, who is still a little childish, with a serious face and a wide space above.

This commendable son, who showed himself on weekdays, did not disappoint him. He grasped his personal gains and losses and the overall situation very well.

Finally, he paid attention to his command as Lao Tzu. A young man with heart, who could endure such great achievements and the opportunity to become famous, rushed back to his own account to listen to the order.

At least... Wokuota subconsciously turned his head to his eldest son, who was arrogant and lack of wisdom and courage, but he couldn't do it.

As the head of the family, wokuota nodded approvingly and planned to give a reward to his second son.

In order to avoid too much praise, he, the eldest son who has been cultivating with him, is not happy in his heart.

Thinking of this, wokuo waved his hand and asked the clerk behind him to award the reward. And he himself turned the topic to this time, after the successful assembly, the siege deployment.

When the hanging moon was about to droop and the early morning birds were about to sound, the candles in the big tent went out, and the generals of all armies took this opportunity to return to their tents for a short rest.

When Gu Zheng returned to his tent, he did not remove his armor, so he threw his machete at the low couch and fell on the ground made of felt blanket.

I'm really tired these days. I can't bear the life on horseback.

As for the insignificant road madness that can cause such a great influence on a Mongolian, Gu Zheng can also feel it through the march in recent days. This is true.

This is not life now. Even small counties and cities will have landmarks.

In this vast land, we can only do it with the established map and super strong sense of direction.

In the eyes of modern people, Lu Chi, which is not worth mentioning, is very fatal here.

Gu Zheng's tired eyes just stuck together, and suddenly his pro guard's voice rang out from outside the tent.

"Commander, the reward of Taiwang wokuo has been delivered."

Gu Zheng, who was reminded by this sound and was a little sober, didn't bother to get up, waved to the outside and said, "send it directly to the camp."

"If there is nothing important, you don't have to make a special announcement."

"Also, wake me up half a quarter before the army gathers."

"Yes! Commander!"

As Gu Zheng's voice fell, the footfalls of the servants were lowered by three points.

After they opened the camp, Ding Dian didn't dare to make a sound. They gently put the tray full of rewards into the corner of the camp tent, and then crept out.

During this meeting, Gu Zheng was already wearing dusty armor and fell asleep.

He didn't even notice his cheap father and gave him something.

Those yellow things shine on a small corner and ignite the envy of some people.

Your camp is still brightly lit at this time.

He was always delicious and followed wokuota, but it was not Gu Zheng who didn't sleep well for a few days.

At this time, he was in a blue vein. He kicked over the short case next to him, and asked again towards the close confidant who had been with him for a long time.

"Did you really see with your own eyes that your father gave the golden bow to Hai Gu Duzheng?"

"It's true!" the dog leg from the Abahai tribe moved forward two steps: "how can I read it wrong."

"The giver first came out of the ordinary warehouse tent, and then was called into the big tent by the king's personal guards."

"When they came out holding things, I saw with my own eyes that the golden bow was placed on the top of several silk."

"The torches around didn't go out. The bow was golden and dazzling. My tears were about to flow out!"

Hearing the dog leg's exact answer, GUI Youbang hammered his fist on the low couch beside him.

"OK! What boy makes a hero! An eagle on the grassland."

"It's just a hairy child who won a battle by luck. I've been fighting North and South with my father for so many years, but I can't get the bow many times."

"Who would have thought that this second younger brother, just a battle, took what I asked for and couldn't get?"

"It's not eccentric! It's just the mother of his family who is spoiled like a goblin!"

Speaking of this, Guiyou was a burst of irritability. He didn't know what he was irritable. In short, he didn't even have the strength to continue complaining.

He has only one goal now, that is, in the general attack on e TA Ci city tomorrow, he must show his style as the eldest son of Wo Kuo in front of the soldiers of the whole army.

Let the warriors of Mongolia see who is the best son of wokuo King Khan.