More than five hundred riders were dumbfounded.

"Didn't Yeli's mother-in-law say that Yang Gou only came with a hundred cavalry to scout?"

"We were tricked!"

"withdraw!"

Under the banner, Tu Chang looked at Yang Xuan, "Can the second child have a future?"

"Yes!" Yang Xuan smiled, "Second child!"

"Hey!" Wang Laoer, who was wondering what was going on, responded loudly.

"I'll give you five hundred horses and kill them all!"

The left and right wings have already outflanked it.

The enemy army has collapsed.

Wang Laoer happily set off with his people.

"Remember to take command!" The old thief saw him rushing forward alone, like a playful puppy, and couldn't help but have black lines on his head.

"No need to worry about it." Yang Xuan glanced at Tu Chang.

As Yang Xuan's identity continues to change, changes are also taking place within this small group.

For example, Cao Ying and Nan He gradually distanced themselves from the people around Yang Xuan. This distance can be felt, but cannot be described in specific words.

"Lang Jun, there's a clique." The old thief reminded Yang Xuan in a low voice that there were signs of a clique within.

These are just a few people. If they become emperors in the future...

Yang Xuan thought of the pseudo-emperor. The Tang Dynasty was huge and had distinct classes. There were countless groups in each class, and the interests of these groups needed to be balanced.

Damn it!

The emperor is not that easy to do either.

Wang Laoer's first command was a failure.

He only focused on killing by himself, cutting off a few heads from time to time and throwing them behind him. But no one paid for the heads today. The two Beggar Clan disciples reminded him many times to no avail, so they simply avoided it.

"One!"

"Two!"

Wang Laoer's cheerful voice echoed on the grassland, and with this voice, heads covered with blood flew everywhere.

If he doesn't care about anything, the soldiers below will naturally follow suit.

The five hundred cavalrymen were killed in a mess. Fortunately, the enemy army was in a state of retreat. Otherwise, Yang Xuan felt that today's military law would have to be activated if there was a counterattack.

The old thief deliberately asked Tu Shang, "How is the command of the second brother?"

Tu Shang praised: "It seems to be without any rules, but like an antelope hanging its horns, there is no trace to be found. It is actually a genius in military use."

The old thief retreated in defeat, "Lang Jun, this villain is not as thick-skinned as Tu Shang."

"What do you want to say?" Yang Xuan said lightly: "Are you worried that he will seduce the second child to leave?"

The old thief chuckled, "The second brother is innocent, haven't you noticed it? With the second brother here, even Lao Cao and the others will relax, and we people will also relax a little. If the second brother is not here, the atmosphere will be a bit gloomy.

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"A bunch of old ghosts, full of entangled interests, need a disruptor."

Cao Ying is an old ghost, an old thief is an old ghost, and Yi Niang is an expert in palace fighting. Naturally, there is no need to say... Tu Chang is better, but in the eyes of this old man, he can probably kill even the emperor...

I'm just a normal person.

Yang Xuan felt that being a lord was difficult. Not only did he have to coordinate relationships, but he also had to observe his actions.

"Tell me, what will happen when I kill decisively?"

"The villain will probably run away."

"Where to run?"

"Build a mausoleum for your husband!"

"Are you here to build the mausoleum?" Yang Xuan felt that this was not a good idea.

The old thief said confidently: "If a villain comes to repair it and keep Langjun's tomb intact for thousands of years, those tomb robbers can only look at the coffin and sigh."

yes!

This is an expert tomb robber, and the tomb he built with his vision will most likely make those General Faqiu angry to death.

Yang Xuan was a little moved.

"But I'm not even twenty yet."

Thinking about building a mausoleum at this age makes me panic.

"Mr. Lang's words are wrong. Those emperors' tombs can be built for decades."

"That's probably the Hunjun."

Since many emperors ascended the throne, their tombs have also been built and continued for many years.

How much does it cost to build a mausoleum that takes decades to build?

"Mr. Lang!"

Wang Laoer came back covered in blood after being killed to ask for credit.

“Roast the whole lamb later!”

"good!"

Wang Laoer was overjoyed.

"Second brother, come on!"

Tu Shang waved and waited for Wang Laoer to come over, then took him to the back.

A voice floated over: "You must fight in a wise manner. You should have led your subordinates to pull out a sharp arrow array."

"What is the front arrow array?"

The old thief smiled and said: "The second one just asked if it tastes good."

Yang Xuan smiled.

"Front Arrow Formation... Lang Jun never taught you?"

Tu Shang squinted his eyes, thinking that this was wrong.

"Taught."

"Then why can't you?"

"Teach me, Mr. Lang, I am thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I want something to eat."

Tu Shang: "..."

The old thief smiled and gloated, "Tu Shang seems to be preparing to teach the old man the art of war. I'll take a look."

On the subsequent journey, Tu Shang had been teaching Wang Lao Er the Tu family's art of war.

"I remember." Wang Laoer's concentration during practice could embarrass others, but he had no patience when learning the art of war.

"Hey! Stop, there's another one!" Tu Shang was chasing after him.

The old thief stroked his beard, "Why did I think of the scene of a grandfather chasing his grandson to feed him?"

These days, the art of war is everyone's bread and butter. The Tu family was a founding general of the Southern Zhou Dynasty. If anyone else had such an opportunity, he would probably kneel down and shout for his grandson to pay homage to Aweng.

But Wang Laoer ran very fast.

Li Han appeared next to Yang Xuan at some point and said faintly: "I haven't learned much about the art of war, but I know one thing. The art of war is about a group of people fighting each other. Can Mr. Wang... know how to fight?"

Yang Xuan: "..."

The old thief sighed: "You are so sincere."

A person who can scheming and scheming is not a person who is Wang.

The knot in his heart opened, and the old thief looked at Tu Chang with a look of fun, and shouted: "Grab the dick and beat him up!"

The front is not far from the royal court in the south of the town.

"Say hello?"

A ranger appeared ahead.

Three Hundred Rangers means to be alert.

Li Han said: "The southern part of the town is newly established and the strength is insufficient. If the whole army attacks, we are all cavalry and will hit and run. They cannot afford to lose. If we do not attack, it will be difficult for He Lianchun to explain."
To be continued...