Facts have proven countless times that Chu Qing's plan, which he thought was seamless, thorough, detailed, and extremely perfect, the more so, the less meaningful it becomes.
When Tao Shaozhang, who never makes plans but focuses on mixing things up, is involved in these plans, the uncle will use his incredible luck to mess up all the plans, and at the same time make everyone doubt their life and their own IQ.
But a plan is still needed, because it is related to the achievement of the prince's five consecutive kills.
Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe God was playing a joke on everyone. The fifth prince to be killed in a row happened to be the fifth prince from the grassland, as if it was destined.
The map was placed on the ground, and everyone stood in a circle with their buttocks sticking out.
Chu Qing glanced at his uncle beside him, sighed silently, and asked everyone feebly.
"If you have any plans, let's talk about how to ambush."
No one spoke. Someone was originally going to speak, but before speaking, he glanced at Tao Shaozhang and didn't want to speak. Plans never change as fast as Tao Shaozhang, and his uncle always intervenes at every opportunity. Come in and mix it up, then let everyone work in vain.
According to the information provided by Erwu Zaimunaola, Prairie Laowu will come to the periphery of the grassland in two days to "inspect the work." This roughly means to see if the tribes in the periphery have prepared grain and grass supplies, etc., which is considered a pre-war mobilization. , telling these small tribes to prepare to be cannon fodder.
When Prairie Lao Wu comes, everyone can kill him.
Munaola has only one request, he wants to kill Prairie Lao Wu with his own hands.
When Lao Wu comes, he won't bring too many people, and he won't be able to support more than a thousand people.
With just these one thousand people, not to mention the Wolf Catching Army and the Divine Grass Division, the Dongtu Department could destroy them all in minutes.
So everyone thinks that killing this grassland old man is not a big deal.
But the strange thing is that here, everyone thinks it is not a big deal, but in fact, it should be a big deal.
The Great Khan, the Golden Wolf King, only had a few sons in total. In the Chang Dynasty, these prairie princes had the same status as princes.
Then one by one, one after another, everyone was killed.
When too many princes died, everyone thought it was not a big deal.
"Then don't let the Dongtu Department act rashly, so as not to disturb the situation."
Sheng Zhaojun was a veteran general and was extremely cautious. He was the first to speak: "Kill the fifth prince Aler after he enters the Dongtu tribe."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
There is nothing to say, he is just a prairie prince, there is no need to study it.
"Wait a minute."
Chu Qing's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he looked at everyone with an uncertain tone: "I suddenly had a bold idea."
Everyone looked at Chu Qing, and Chu Qing looked at Tao Shaozhang.
Brother-in-law: "Brother-in-law, what do you think Brother Yu is doing?"
"It's okay, I just glanced at you subconsciously."
Chu Qing did not immediately say what his idea was and how bold it was, but stared at the map with a somewhat excited expression.
No one really cares.
It's nothing more than killing a grassland Wangzi. What bold ideas can you have? No matter how bold you are, the outcome cannot be changed.
Anyone with long eyes can tell that Munaola is sincere in his surrender, more so than both old Zaza and little Zaza. The only one who has been missing him these days is Tao Shaozhang. He said he would pick it up for his brother in two days, plus Tao Shaozhang. , the three of them insisted on becoming brothers with different surnames.
"Let's break up the meeting first. I'll think about it again. Brother Dajun and Miss Muhua will stay."
The others stood up, wiggled their buttocks, and went out.
Mu Hua smiled sweetly.
She liked the feeling of not being excluded. Chu Qing not only allowed her to participate in the "meeting", but also kept her. This feeling was very good.
After everyone left, everyone went about their own business.
No one knew what Chu Qing was studying when he left Sheng Zhaojun and Mu Hua behind, and no one cared. Fu San was the first to come out, with a strange look on his face. He called Wang Tongtong, and then a guard rode on the fast horse. The horse left the camp and looking at the direction, it should be back to the border.
After the guards left, Fu San called Munaola and Lao Zaza in again.
Less than half an hour later, when the two came out, their expressions were equally strange.
Munaola left the camp with two of his cronies, while old Zaza asked little Zaza to leave as well.
When Sheng Zhaojun and Muhua also came out, their faces turned red. The former held a small meeting for the subordinates of the Shencao Department, while the latter gathered the leaders of the herdsmen.
At noon, Chu Qing said he wanted to announce something. As soon as the announcement was made, everyone was dumbfounded.
The cattle, sheep, supplies, war horses, etc. from the water and grass pasture were all sent to the winter map department, leaving only about half a month of food and drink.
Chu Qing's announcement made Tian Hailong the first to become anxious.
"Sir, didn't you say you would use this place as an outpost camp? Why do you want to send grain and grass into the grassland? What will happen if it is robbed?"
Chu Qing had a cruel look on his face: "Give it a try and your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!"
"what for?"
Chu Qing did not explain, but looked at everyone: "Prairie Lao Wu is just a mere prairie prince. If we want to do it, let's do it with a big one."
Tian Hailong's expression changed slightly: "Sir, do you want to turn Dongtu Department into an outpost camp?"
"Yes."
"But...but Dongtu Department is too far from the border."
"Just stay as far away as possible. I don't want the border troops to pass by."
"Ah?" Even Xiao Yi's head was full of questions this time: "Do you want the Dongtu Department to fight alone?"
"There are also the Divine Grass Tribe, Peregrine Falcon, and herdsmen from various small tribes."
A group of people looked at each other.
Liang Ren is not a fool, can you agree?
"Listen to me, just do it. These grains, grass, war horses, cattle, sheep, and supplies are not ours. If we can do it, maybe we can greatly delay the Liang bandits' attack on Dachang, and we can even let them go before the war begins. The cold thief hurts the muscles and bones."
Xiao Yi was instantly excited: "My lord, what I mean is that if the three tribes of Shencao, Peregrine Falcon and Dongtu fight, let's go and fight a big battle!"
"You can guess further."
Tian Hailong suddenly stood up: "Second to the Xiaoqi Camp?!"
"More than that." Chu Qing chuckled and said, "All the border troops are here."
Everyone was stunned. Chu Qing laughed loudly and repeated again: "If you want to do it, do it with a big one. It will not disgrace my reputation as a wolf-catching army."
Tian Hailong sniffed his nose and suspected that Chu Qing had been drinking.
Not only one person, nor the group of people around him, suspected that Chu Qing had been drinking. Ma Rujing, who was in the military tent of the Xiaoqi camp in the border pass, was also very angry.
Looking at the guard in front of him who reported the news, Ma Rujing cursed loudly: "That Chu Qing, you are drunk and are making such nonsense!"
Comrade Lao Ma was furious with the Three Corpse Gods, and the overlapping sounds came out.
The guard was innocent. He was the messenger. He didn't know the specific situation.
Ma Rujing also knew that scolding the guards was useless, so he tore the letter into pieces: "Go back and tell him that if I, Ma Rujing, don't die, the border troops will not follow him in his mischief!"
The guard was stunned for a moment: "You mean, you can just die..."
"Fuck you, get out of here!"
