"Gongsu, something bad is going on!"

Qin Li came back with his front foot, and Zhao Feng came to the door with his back foot.

Before he could say anything about "big things", he saw Qin Li staring at the sand table with an ugly face. His perspective was facing the Chaoliguan Mountains. From time to time, there were lights flashing, and someone was fighting: "I already know about this. This time it's...

I miscalculated..."

Zhao Feng said solemnly: "When did they appear here?"

Although Qin Li's way of being a scribe is perfect, no matter how perfect it is, it cannot be without some constraints.

The observable range and duration of the Way of the Scribes are linked to the consumption of literary energy. The farther the distance, the longer the time and the more consumption! As far as Zhao Feng knows, there is still a limit to the observable range before there are other means to assist.

number.

As for where the limit is, Qin Li didn't say anything.

So far, this range is sufficient, allowing Qin Li to detect the battlefield and enemy camps from the rear.

Zhao Feng looked at the sand table in disbelief.

"When did these soldiers and horses appear here?"

The scouts of the Lord and Wu Gong were monitoring the enemy's movements, and Qin Li was also watching from behind. It was impossible for them to hide their division of troops and approach the Chaoliguan Mountains. They had been discovered long ago. But the reality is that there was no relevant incident before today.

battle report.

The pioneer scouts did not send a message, and Gong Su did not notice it.

Zhao Feng opened his palm, measured the distance between the two armies on the sand table with his thumb and index finger, roughly estimated the actual data, frowned and said: "Some transferred military formations can indeed achieve the effect of teleportation, but the distance between the two is

It’s too far, and if the consumption of scribes is not taken into account, even the strongest [Transferring Flowers and Woods] will need to fight a hundred and eighty times in the middle.”

Such strong cultural fluctuations cannot escape surveillance.

This kind of behavior is just taking off your pants and farting!

Qin Li suddenly remembered something: "There is a way, maybe it can be done. Previously, Lord Shen and Qiu Wenyan confronted each other in Xiaocheng. They sent people to dig a passage underground directly into Xiaocheng. They should attack the city defense from both inside and outside, and open the city gate.

.”

Zhao Feng: "..."

Of course he knows.

She used this trick more than once.

The method is not afraid of aging, and it works every time!

If you take the underground road, you can indeed avoid Gongsu's way of being a scribe. After all, Gongsu's way of being a scribe is not afraid of anything but being blocked. Zhao Feng thought for a while and thought of a question: "Gongsu, no, how can there be so much dirt?"

deal with?"

A large amount of soil is difficult to deal with. As long as a scout discovers that Huang Lie's camp is transporting a large amount of soil, Huang Lie's plan will be shattered! Maybe the lord will take advantage of it and bury it all underground. Digging tunnels can harm people, and the lord is an expert.

Qin Li raised his eyebrows, leaving a shallow mark between his eyebrows, and said: "Da Yi, I'm wondering if someone is targeting me..."

Literary scribes do not want to expose their ways of being scribes. In addition to keeping one hand to protect themselves, the information is controlled by the enemy and can easily be targeted. Qin Li's way of scribes is incomprehensible at first glance. The enemy's formation, marching route and scheduling are all there.

Everything is clear under his nose, but from another perspective, his way of being a scribe is also the easiest to crack...

One is to hide under blocking objects.

Is there any greater shelter under the sky than the earth?

Second, he ran outside the limit of what he could monitor.

Qin Li never told anyone about this extreme distance, including the most trusted Zhao Feng, that he wanted to bring the secret into the coffin!

Zhao Feng was shocked and worried.

"This, this is impossible, right?"

Qin Li sighed: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders. The scribes' ways of literati are even more diverse, including everything. No one can guarantee that his scribes' way will have no natural enemies... I hope Mr. Wu will not be here.

The boat capsized in the gutter.”

He doesn't mind whether Wu Xian lives or lives.

But losing lives at this juncture is not good for the overall situation.

As soon as Wu Xian died, the already serious struggle among the people would not turn into chaos? There was no way they could be expected to work together to fight Huang Lie. They might even secretly switch sides when they saw no hope of victory. This group of people might not necessarily

Can't do it!

After all, there is nothing to continue their family, survival and interests are more important! Changing the family is not a shame, as long as it is beneficial, today's enemy can also be tomorrow's master. However, this is only the worst plan.

Zhao Feng was worried: "Indeed, Huang Lie and Zhang He have 300,000 in their hands. How can the lord carry it alone?"

Of course, he hopes that Wu Xian will live not just because of this. The two have been ministers for many years, and for this reason, he also hopes that Wu Xian can live longer. It is just a pity that he does not have the right to leave the camp without permission and cannot rush to rescue him.

People...

Zhao Feng could only pray for the other party from a distance.

By the way——

"Wu Gonglai's appearance is still beneficial."

If Wu Xian and others had not gone hunting, accidentally discovered traces, and had an encounter with the enemy, depending on where the enemy appeared, it would have taken at most three days to penetrate the mountain range.

If the scouts still can't find any trace of the enemy, Huang Lie can lead the main force to attack from the front. If this group of ambushes sneak in and outflank them from behind, they will really be attacked from both sides. Even if they survive, they can still set fire to the fields and granaries in the rear.

If the food supply is insufficient, we will have to withdraw our troops.

Thinking about it this way, it's quite thrilling.

After Zhao Fenggang finished speaking, he realized that his words were a bit gloating, so he shut up in embarrassment and glanced at Qin Li from the corner of his eye.

Seeing Qin Li didn't respond, I thought he didn't hear.

Unexpectedly, Qin Li nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

Anyway, there are no outsiders, so what’s wrong with gloating?

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"If Xiandeng goes to set up a stall to tell fortunes one day, I will have to blow up his stall -" Shen Tang rode a motorcycle and ran in the direction of the sentry arrow. "He said that Chaoliguan has not been in trouble recently, even if there are twists and turns.

You can save the day from danger, but this is the end result? You don’t even know when the enemy comes to your doorstep! And that Huang Xiguang actually secretly learned my mother’s stunts..."

The scouts didn't notice the enemy, but an enemy suddenly came to the door of her house. Shen Tang could basically conclude that someone stole her teacher and imitated her. She dug tunnels and trapped so many enemies, but she didn't expect that one day she was almost surrounded by someone who stole her home. It was really cold in hell.

joke.

Gong Xiqiu said: "You mean that mustache?"

You actually do fortune telling part-time?

Shen Tang secretly gritted his teeth: "That's him!"

After Jiang Sheng perfected his way as a scholar, he borrowed literary skills from her every day. His hands were itchy even if he didn't have to do it twice a day. Shen Tang didn't stop him for the sake of the overall situation. It was only twice, and she could afford it! Jiang Sheng was busy with government affairs every day, who would he catch?

Count it all once...

Two days ago, it was said that there was a military disaster in Chaoliguan recently.

Shen Tang looked at him more and more like a magician, and complained: "This is about to start a fight, how can there be no military disaster?"

Checking the recent scout battle reports, the enemy has made little movement.

We are ready to take the lead again, and everything is ready.

It is normal for the two parties to fight at this time.

Shen Tang felt sorry for his own literary style: [What’s the result?]

Jiang Sheng said: [There is a wave of auspiciousness coming from outside the pass, which can withstand part of the military disaster. The result should be safe but not dangerous.]

Shen Tang: […auspicious? Is the sky descending on men? 】

Could it be that another talented person has surrendered...

Oh no, abandon the darkness and turn to the light?

Jiang Sheng shook his head and looked at Shen Tang with extremely longing eyes: [My lord, if you wish, Sheng would like to do a few more divination, maybe the hexagrams can be seen more clearly. 】

Give him one night, and he'll promise to figure out what auspiciousness is.

Shen Tang angrily rejected his attentiveness: [I know you really want to, but don’t think about it now. This is enough...]

This is just like the more addictive you get by drawing cards with krypton gold.

The African chief has no idea about his luck, always feeling that good luck lies in the next shot! Faced with his lord's abundant reserve of literary energy, Jiang Sheng can't control his hands at all. Once the gate is opened, he will have to extract every drop of her literary energy.

Just give up.

The lord refused, and Jiang Sheng had no choice but to give up.

Shen Tang:【……】

I would rather Jiang Sheng's way of being a scribe was not perfected. Before it was perfected, there was only one piece of writing bricks a day, and after it was perfected, it was empty every day.

Xiandeng became less and less like a staff member and more like a magician.
To be continued...