Duan Zhixuan did not answer in a hurry, but after thinking about it for a while, he decided on the rules of the gambling battle as if he was sure of winning:
First, Marquis Zhongyi can recruit 500 people as reserve soldiers of the right guard.
Secondly, I am waiting for you to train for three months and we will have a public competition under the witness of His Majesty.
Thirdly, the content of our competition is military affairs and battle formations, not individual combat.
Fourth...
After saying that, he looked around at the courtiers provocatively.
As expected of a cunning guy, every rule is obviously extremely detrimental to Yang Fan.
After training the newly recruited soldiers for three months, they competed with the ace army. Everyone present did not think Yang Fan had a chance to win.
Cheng Yaojin and the others couldn't help but cursed loudly, and His Majesty Li Er's eyes were also full of worry. He didn't expect Duan Zhixuan to be so shameless.
But soldiers are not tired of deceit, and there is no way to criticize his methods, so they can only hint Yang Fan not to agree.
Li Jing, the military god of the Tang Dynasty, couldn't help but frowned. Duan Zhixuan, as a veteran general who had experienced battlefields, had really lost his style by setting such unfair rules.
Yang Fan, a young man, is really not simple. He actually made the famous General Youwei so careful.
However, Duan Zhixuan's approach also made Li Jing secretly nod.
Because as an outstanding general, you should have such a cautious attitude, and you should not be slack at all when dealing with any enemy just because the opponent is young.
However, in Li Jing's view, even if Yang Fan is a young hero, given his age, it is impossible for him to lead a group of new recruits to defeat the Youwei Army, and defeat is a foregone conclusion.
He just wanted to see how Yang Fan would respond, whether to refuse Duan Zhixuan's unreasonable request, or to rise to the challenge.
Yang Fan glanced at Duan Zhixuan who was triumphant and couldn't help but praise him secretly.
Sure enough, none of the characters who can break out of the mountain of corpses and blood are just lucky.
It can be said that compared with the previous difficulties faced by the prince, prince and others, the pressure Duan Zhixuan put on him this time was obviously much greater.
Seeing that Yang Fan was silent, Duan Zhixuan said teasingly: "Young people should know that the sky is too high by now, right? If you feel embarrassed, just give up on this gambling fight. For your young age, you just have to admit Just lose!”
In his opinion, as long as there is no problem with Yang Fan's head, it is impossible for him to dare to agree to his conditions.
But he obviously misjudged Yang Fan's fighting spirit.
Although Yang Fan was not sure of winning, he was definitely not someone who would throw in the towel before he started. He smiled calmly and said: "In this life, I still don't know how to write the word "lose", so I agreed to this bet!"
"Just admit defeat, you can teach me...eh? Hiss!" Duan Zhixuan said proudly, stroking his beard with one hand.
I thought Yang Fan was going to admit defeat, so he didn't even pay attention to what Yang Fan was saying. When he realized what he was saying, he suddenly became shocked and even pulled off several strands of his beard.
Duan Zhixuan stared at Yang Fan for a while, and asked in disbelief: "What did you say?"
Yang Fan laughed and said directly: "The Lord Bao is really old and deaf, can he still eat now? If you feel embarrassed, just give up on this gambling fight. For the sake of your old age, you just have to admit it Just lose!”
Yang Fan made a strange move and returned exactly what Duan Zhixuan had just said, making Duan Zhixuan blush with anger.
The officials who were watching the excitement burst into laughter, and for a while, the atmosphere in the palace relaxed a lot.
But this stick's mouth is so powerful, it's almost more poisonous than a knife. It's really irritating.
It would be better not to mess with this stick in the future. It seems that this guy is not only extremely powerful, he can also anger people to death with just one mouth. Didn't you see that Duan Zhixuan's nose was crooked due to his anger?
Duan Zhixuan glared at Yang Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Humph, there's no point in talking around. Don't cry when you're betting."
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and angrily prepared to turn around and return to the general train.
But how could Yang Fan make him so relaxed? He stopped him and said, "Wait a minute!"
Duan Zhixuan stopped and said displeasedly: "What other advice does Marquis Zhongyi have?"
Yang Fan was not afraid at all and said directly: "Did Duke Bao really deceive someone at a young age? Since it is a gambling fight, of course there must be a stake. Is Duke Bao really an old fool?"
"Bet?" Duan Zhixuan frowned and looked at Yang Fan with wary eyes, obviously hesitant in his heart.
Yang Fan had an idealistic expression: "Of course there must be a bet. If someone loses, he will naturally not be qualified to take charge of a camp of the Right Guards. But if you lose, you can't just say nothing and lose nothing, right?"
Duan Zhixuan asked cautiously: "What do you want?"
It's very artistic to say this. If it's suitable, he can agree. If it's not suitable, he can refuse directly. It can be said that he can move forward and retreat freely.
Yang Fan smiled slightly and said: "If the elite soldiers trained by Lord Baoguo day and night are not as good as a new recruit who has been trained for three months, then Lord Baoguo might as well go home and take care of himself? Don't you think so?"
Upon hearing this, Duan Zhixuan was shocked. This stick actually wanted to knock down his official position. It was really hateful.
You must know that the Right Guards are the foundation of his life. Without the support of the Right Guards, Duan Zhixuan is like a tiger without claws and teeth. How is this different from a rich lord?
This is something Duan Zhixuan, who is determined to carry forward his family, will never tolerate, because without the support of Youwei Army, those aristocratic families will inevitably stay away from him.
Thinking of this, Duan Zhixuan categorically refused: "This bet is unfair..."
oh……
Yang Fan said with a smile: "Since Mr. Bao said it is unfair, let me increase my chips... If I lose, not only will I lose my position in charge of the soldiers, but I will also resign from the position of Minister of Rites to His Majesty. How about this? This is fair. ? If we talk about it in detail, Mr. Bao Guo, you have taken a lot of advantage. Alas, who makes this person like to respect the old and love the young! Just because of this character, I have suffered a lot!"
Hearing Yang Fan's words, His Majesty Li Er couldn't help but curl up his lips, but he couldn't laugh out loud.
This guy is so shameless!
Respect the old and love the young?
Does this have anything to do with you?
Not only am I two years older than you, but I am also your future father-in-law. I have never seen you "respecting your elders". It would be good if I don't get mad at you.
Li Tai and other officials were even dumbfounded. This guy was so angry that he would not pay for his life.
Even if you believe that a sow can climb a tree, you can't believe that you respect the elderly and love the young.
Take Zhang Zhongye, the former Minister of Rites, for example. Not only did he lose his position as Minister of Rites, he was also punched by you and was forced to lie in bed for a month.
If this counts as respecting the old and caring for the young, then can we still be called saints?
Duan Zhixuan was shaking with anger and looked at Yang Fan angrily.
Am I taking advantage? Are you at a disadvantage?
Duan Zhixuan cursed in his heart for suffering a loss from NMP.
I earned the position of General Right Guard after working hard for most of my life, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Isn't it fair that you got such a high position just because you offered a secret recipe to cure the plague?
Besides, although a minister of the Ministry of Rites and the agency of a large camp are considered fair on the surface.
But how can a minister of rites who has nothing to do compare with a general who holds real power?
This is so nonsense.
Under the gaze of many civil servants, no matter how dissatisfied Duan Zhixuan felt, he did not dare to tell the truth in his heart.
In the end, Duan Zhixuan was left dumb and had to accept this seemingly fair but actually heart-wrenching gambling battle.
