"Haha, Donglin, if you lose, I will say that you can't do it!"
In the Rakshasa Army camp, the offensive and defensive battle between King Guanshan and King Donglin lasted for three hours. King Guanshan narrowly won, and then he started talking trash.
The great Shang Wu King was actually no different from ordinary people.
There are joys and sorrows.
If you win, you will brag, if you lose, you will be reasonable.
If you finally win the battle, you must first have a taste of it.
When King Donglin saw someone's triumphant face, his head was filled with anger. However, because he had lost the fight, he had no way to retaliate and could only grit his teeth and endure it.
In the sky, the scorching sun is heading westward, and most of the day has passed.
In the camp, the big pot was set up and the fire started to cook again.
Li Ziye and four others, who had been fighting all day, also gathered in front of the stove, preparing to eat.
However, the situation today is different from yesterday.
Yesterday, everyone was equal and there was no difference. Today, class differences have arisen.
Can the winner and the loser be compared? Of course not.
Therefore, King Triumph and King Guanshan of the winning group sat there chatting and laughing and giving advice, while Li Ziye and King Donglin of the losing group were responsible for adding firewood and cooking, and were bullied.
"Donglin, I have told you a long time ago that if you defend for a long time, you will lose. No matter how good the defense is, it cannot be watertight. You see, what I said has come true."
In front of the fire stove, King Guanshan glanced at some of the defeated people, and kept talking nonstop, and continued to make sarcastic remarks, fully demonstrating his good qualities of not being forgiving when in power.
King Donglin remained silent and endured.
In front of the stove, the King of Triumph saw that King Guanshan had been spraying for half an hour, but he had never said anything. In order to show that he was gregarious, he looked at the commoner King who was stirring the pot with a big iron spoon, organized his words, and said , "King of Commoners, although you are talented and intelligent, you are young after all, and you still lack experience in leading troops. In the past few days, you should learn from the senior Martial Kings. Moreover, you must always remember that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. After all, we are several years older than you and have a lot of experience that you don’t have.”
"good."
Li Ziye, who was concentrating on cooking, saw the flames of war burning down on him. He raised his head and grinned, saying, "Senior King of Triumph has taught me that the younger generation must learn from the seniors and not be proud or complacent."
Being sprayed?
No matter how big a deal it is, before you troll someone, you must first develop the ability to resist trolling. As long as you are thick-skinned enough, you can troll as you like.
When I win one day, I will spray it back double, no, ten times!
On the side, King Donglin, who was responsible for fanning the fan and adding firewood, raised his head and glanced at the Commoner King in front of him, with a look of admiration on his face.
This guy is not old, but he is quite thick-skinned.
He was so excited that he was about to be ridiculed by Guan Shan's grandson. This kid could still laugh after being ridiculed, just like a normal person.
Amazing.
"Hey, I almost forgot, where is the Crown Prince?"
King Guanshan sprayed for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, looked around, and asked, "It's time to eat, why can't I see anyone?"
"He was beaten and is lying in the tent."
King Donglin responded casually and continued to add more wood to the fire.
"Been beaten?"
When King Guan Shan heard this, he was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "The prince is also a moderate master of the three realms. Who in the army can defeat him except those generals who are above the commander of a thousand men?"
"Just a captain."
King Donglin responded nonchalantly, "The commander is very strong and Duoduo cannot defeat him. However, Duoduo did not suffer in the end. The commander is lying down now."
"Ha ha."
When King Guanshan heard Donglin's answer, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and said in admiration, "Yes, I think this little guy Duoduo will definitely be more promising than you in the future, Donglin. If you can't beat you, you still have to fight." , at worst we can all lie down together for a few days."
Having said this, King Guanshan looked at King Commoner who was stirring the pot and asked, "By the way, King Commoner, how long does it take to train your special tactics before you can use them on the battlefield?"
"At least three to five months."
Li Ziye looked at the vegetable soup in the pot and said, "Luo Xiao has been arranging this matter since he came back from the Eight Divisions of Mobei. These days, many soldiers with good skills and quick minds have been selected to train intensively for a while. , it should be able to be sent to the battlefield with some force."
"King of commoners, you must keep Duo Duo's position as centurion."
King Donglin raised his head and said seriously, the centurion of this special team cannot be exchanged for the centurion. Such an elite force must be performing some important tasks, and meritorious service is not a problem.
As long as Duoduo makes enough military exploits, he might be able to inherit his position in the future.
"rest assured."
Li Ziye nodded and said, "I will never break my promise to the prince. This position of centurion of the special team is reserved for Duoduo."
He was very satisfied with the little guy's performance in the past two days. He had a bit of a playboy temperament, but it didn't hurt.
If you have a good father, why can't you be proud?
Just like Li Wanwan was his father, he would talk about it wherever he went. If he was not convinced, he would be beaten to death with more money.
More than being rich, no matter how much you say it, nothing is as strong as saying that his father is Li Wanwan.
"Senior Donglin."
After chatting for a while, Li Ziye stirred the pot twice, then winked at someone next to him and motioned to bring a bowl.
King Donglin understood and handed over four large bowls.
Li Ziye took the big bowl and started serving the dishes.
"Finally done."
Upon seeing this, King Guanshan said excitedly, his mouth almost watering down.
Soon, four large bowls of vegetable porridge, one for each person, sat around the stove and started eating.
"its not right."
After eating several mouthfuls, King Guanshan suddenly realized something and asked puzzledly, "Didn't you say there was meat in today's vegetable porridge? Why didn't you see a piece of it?"
After saying that, King Guanshan looked at King Triumph and asked, "Do you have any in your bowl?"
"No."
The King of Triumph shook his head and responded.
Opposite the fire stove, Li Ziye and King Donglin buried their heads, eating wildly and saying nothing.
At the bottom of their bowls, the pieces of meat covered by vegetable porridge were almost popping out.
…
At the same time, the great commercial capital.
After returning to the capital, Mubai walked all the way to the palace without even going to his own mansion, preparing to report to his father and mother that they were safe.
Although everyone may now know that he is still alive.
By the way, where are the gifts?
Why haven't I seen the gift Uncle Xi mentioned yet?
Didn't he say that as soon as he returned to the capital, the gift would be delivered to him immediately?
In his thoughts, Mu Bai's pace slowed down a bit.
Maybe he came back too quickly and Brother Li's gift wasn't ready yet. Anyway, it's still a while before the palace gate closes. Don't be in a hurry and walk slowly.
On the horizon, the scorching sun is heading westward.
Just when the sun is about to set.
The capital city, which had been gradually quieting down, suddenly heard an earth-shattering explosion sound that resounded throughout the capital city.
The center of the explosion was the First Prince's Mansion!
