Chapter 352 It seems that this kid is another Zhao Kuo
Chapter 352 It seems that this guy is Zhao Kuo again (please subscribe and vote)
Li Shimin looked at Li Ji, then turned his head to look at Le Dao, the third son of the Cheng family who had just been in office for more than half a year.
"That makes sense, but it's really not easy for you to win against Li Qing... Come on, I'll give you a try."
"My nephew, being respectful is worse than obeying orders. Uncle, which side are you choosing?" Cheng Chubi is truly a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers and has no stage fright at all.
Li Ji, who had lost two games in a row, handed the long pole to Li Shimin somewhat unluckily. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but mutter something in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, you should be careful. Although this kid has never been on the battlefield, he still has the ability to talk on paper."
"???" Cheng Chubi's face immediately darkened. God is just talking on paper, I am not Zhao Kuo.
However, seeing that the elder was obviously impatient and wanted to hit someone, Cheng Chubi decided to forgive him for this little disrespect.
Also, it is common for those old men to squat on the side of the road and play chess, and it is common for the spectators to be so noisy that their faces turn red, and there are also many people who get angry and fight after losing.
Cheng Chubi still remembered that when he was upstairs in the school dormitory, he could occasionally see people under the nearby overpass.
Those old men who play chess fight for a piece from words to actions. Tsk, tsk, tsk... they are very powerful and energetic.
Therefore, life experience is the trajectory of human growth.
If you are exposed to the wind and rain in society, you must learn to ride on the wall and bend down, and you must also know how to bend to both sides when the wind blows.
After hearing what Li Ji said, Li Shimin became more and more interested. "Well, I'm still worried that my opponent is too weak, so...
I am just like Li Qing, picking on Yuhun."
"If you use Datang, even if I beat you, I'm afraid you won't be convinced."
The spring breeze blows, the war drums beat, and who is afraid of whom is being deduced in the war game. This time, Li Ji became the referee, responsible for recording and scoring.
And Cheng Chubi, a white soldier on the battlefield, started a sand table showdown with Li Shimin, the emperor on horseback.
At the beginning, Li Shimin was aggressive and commanded Tuyuhun's army to attack fiercely all the way.
Cheng Chubi was completely at a disadvantage, but as the battle progressed, Li Shimin suddenly noticed a problem.
Every time, he seemed to be able to win a hearty victory, but this kid was so calm that it was terrifying.
He would always drop the bait in time, or he would cut off his tail very decisively to survive, saving several vital points in Longxi.
They persisted until reinforcements arrived, but then the violent attack with concentrated superior forces that Li Shimin expected did not occur.
This boy was surprisingly steady. Even as the battle progressed, this boy was not attracted by the bait thrown by Li Shimin.
He continued to press forward step by step, and finally, Li Shimin had no choice but to hammer the ground with a long pole with a dark face to show his defeat.
However, Li Shimin quickly recovered, stroking his long beard and looking at Cheng Sanlang, who was enjoying himself for being able to defeat two famous generals in a war game.
"This boy does have two brushes, but I think this boy has problems with his troops."
Seeing Li Shimin on the sidelines, he could only throw in the towel and admit defeat. Li Ji, who finally calmed down a little, couldn't help but be a little confused when he heard this.
"There is a problem with the use of troops? Why did your Majesty say this?"
Li Shimin shook his head slowly, and then decided to think about it from his perspective.
"It's hard to describe, I have to look at it again. Come on, Cheng Sanlang, I will be the commander of the Tang Dynasty. You will be the commander of the Tuyuhun troops?"
Li Ji soon saw another exciting fight. What surprised him most was Cheng Sanlang's retreat after the reinforcements from the Tang Dynasty arrived.
Every time he retreats, he will not hesitate to sacrifice the least amount of money in exchange for space and time to escape.
In the end, this kid was not completely wiped out by His Majesty's sharp troops, and finally led a small number of troops to escape from Longxi.
Although Li Shimin won this time, there was not much joy on his face. Instead, he frowned and looked at Cheng Chubi carefully.
I saw Cheng Chubi twisting his neck uncomfortably. "Is there something wrong with my nephew?"
"I want to ask you, just now, how did you feel during the war game?"
"Mood?" Cheng Chubi was a little confused. After thinking for a long time, he finally gave an answer. "I am very happy when I win, but not very happy when I lose."
"Nothing else?"
"Anything else?" Cheng Chubi looked at Li Shimin confused. What else could there be?
"Oh, by the way, my nephew is deeply in admiration for your superb commanding skills, uncle. Your great command has really made my nephew fall into a sea of knives and fire..."
Seeing Cheng Chubi's flattery as soon as he opened his mouth, the two old men, Li Shimin and Li Ji, both had dark expressions on their faces.
Fortunately, it was not easy for Li Shimin to get angry after losing. After all, others would mistakenly think that he, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, could not afford to lose.
Even after losing, he violently attacked his juniors who were better than him in military skills. Well...it was too cheap and too embarrassing.
Li Shimin said with a disgusted look on his face. "Stop talking nonsense. I asked you to say that you are not in a good mood to flatter me."
"In the mood?" Cheng Chubi was completely confused. Should I be in the mood?
So is this mood depressed, depressed, excited or joyful? Boss, why don't you give me a hint?
Seeing Cheng Chubi's dull look, Li Shimin was unable to complain and could only wave his hands helplessly.
"Okay, you are a good boy. Well... I have worked hard for you these past two days. Go back and rest first... I will not comment on the sand table and war games."
"We will wait until these good things are handed over to Duke Wei and the war is over."
Cheng Chubi left the courtyard in confusion, somewhat confused as to what Uncle Li meant.
It was a good thing to be able to go home, but Cheng Chubi was not willing to squat with these two moody Uncle Li.
The same goes for Li Ji just now. He was not happy to be asked to challenge the Tang army, and he was not happy to win. Who is he?
Can't you readily admit that your war game skills are not as good as mine?
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"What did your Majesty see?" When Cheng Chubi left the courtyard, Li Ji asked Li Shimin.
Li Shimin pointed the pole at the sand table where the situation was determined and the outcome was determined. "This guy gives me the feeling that he really treats military and national affairs as a game."
Li Ji was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant. "I understand what your Majesty means."
Li Shimin patted the solid wooden edge of the sand table with his hand, and said thoughtfully.
"When I look at Cheng Sanlang's chess style, it is no longer described as steady, but rather as this kid really treating the chess pieces as chess pieces.
What he considers is not the casualties of his soldiers, but only the outcome of the game."
When Li Ji heard Li Shimin's words, he stroked his long beard and thought deeply. "It seems that this boy is another Zhao Kuo."