Chapter 330

Baoyue lay on the ground, back to the bed, curled up in the animal skin mattress, crying quietly.

Wang Yang lay on the bed, deep in thought, completely sleepless, his heart repeatedly hovering over several things.

First, what is Tian Dadao's situation? Is he really not planning to come, or is he waiting for a price? Or is he deliberately stabilizing, wanting to test my reaction?

This person is not stupid, logically speaking, he shouldn't choose the path of being an enemy of himself. But sometimes things in the world don't make sense, so he must be prepared for him to do something stupid. Secondly, regarding the two tribal chiefs and the great shaman, he has already inquired about the personality and preferences of the three, imagined several situations, and formulated different response strategies, but these are only general directions. Truly on the spot, he still has to rely on random changes.

Then it is to reflect on being captured this time.

Being captured this time seems to be an accidental event, caused by his lack of understanding of the barbarian fighting style, but in the final analysis, it is still a lack of command experience and insufficient layout. Since he knew that the "personal guard team" was temporarily assembled, and also knew that the barbarian soldiers' discipline was not very strong, why didn't he give repeated orders? Why didn't he give a death order, saying that those who dare to leave the left and right will be beheaded, so they wouldn't dare to rush forward regardless? Wang Yang still doesn't know that his "Ya Tutu Cha" order went wrong, continuing to carry out severe and even harsh self-analysis and criticism, then reflecting, summarizing experience and lessons:

If Xiao Shan were here, this situation would definitely not happen, but the move of killing Xiao Deng was not wrong, Xiao Shan was the most suitable candidate, but what if it happened again... um... if it happened again, he would probably still send Xiao Shan, this would have the greatest chance of success, but he would not follow the charge again. Since the enemy army had already lost their courage, he would directly order the attack. Leaving a team to protect himself and sit in the rear would be more stable. "Sun Bin's Art of War" says "fight one, guard two", Maurice I suggested that in a night raid, a part of the troops should always be left as a reserve force, "not participating in any offensive action until our army needs to retreat". He should also prepare horses, even if horses are insufficient, leaving one horse is also good. Alas, perhaps it was his overestimation of the significance of the commander following the charge to the morale of the barbarian soldiers...

No, not entirely.

What is to fit the barbarian army's style, what is to worry about insufficient prestige, worry about few people and weak spirit without momentum to encourage morale... these are certainly the reasons why he followed the charge, but Wang Yang, do you dare to say that you were not too excited after the first victory? Dare to say that you were not relaxed and vigilant because you were sure of winning? Dare to say that you were not a little bit carried away, a little bit wanting to experience the feeling of running with the large army on the battlefield?

This is rashness! It is the rashness caused by complacency and impetuosity after the first victory!

On the battlefield, one should always remain clear-headed. Even if the victory is like a tide, one's own heart should be like a rock, controlling the noise and keeping the silence, controlling the thunder and keeping the spirit constant.

To control thousands of troops, the first thing to control is one's own heart. If you face the battle again in the future, you must be vigilant, not only to guard against the enemy situation, but also to guard against your own heart, guard against your own heart that is proud because of victory and crazy because of war.

The battlefield is a place that is both regular and chaotic, and all kinds of strange things can happen, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. There are commanders killed by their own people; there are those who were originally defeated, but mistakenly thought they had won and rushed to chase the enemy; there are those who finished fighting and returned to the camp, but mistakenly arrived at the enemy camp; there are those hit by meteorites... The art of a general has never been to eliminate accidents, but when accidents happen, to minimize the damage caused by accidents to one's own side, and even use accidents to transform them into favorable opportunities for oneself...

Finally, it is how to deal with Xiao Baoyue's problem. Emotionally speaking, the two of them cooperated through life and death, which can be considered as sharing adversity, and Wang Yang's killing intent was not as strong as before. However, Xiao Deng held his handle, it was a bit of a pity not to take this opportunity to destroy her. Once she left the barbarian territory, Xiao Deng would enter the sea like a dragon, and then the strength would be reversed. Although he had already drafted several ways to kill Baoyue without causing barbarian suspicion, the key was that if Xin Yi and Lian San didn't die, killing Xiao Deng would cause trouble. On the contrary, if Xiao Deng was left behind, having a helper would indeed be helpful to him, but—what sound?

"Stop crying..." Wang Yang suddenly spoke.

Baoyue wiped her tears stubbornly, coldly saying:

"None of your business."

"I didn't want to care either, mainly because you always sniff, it's noisy..."

Baoyue broke her defense and cried directly!

Wang Yang rubbed his temples:

"Actually, I also won by unfair means, after all, I was at a disadvantage in answering questions. Like this, you also give me a question, maybe I can't answer it either."

Baoyue cried not only because she lost the bet. Although she was not as inexperienced as ordinary boudoir ladies, she had never eaten so much hardship, never suffered such torture, let alone experienced life and death. From her defeat to being caught to pretending to be a moon slave, every step was an unprecedented test for her. The first time she did rough work, the first time she ate hard cakes, the first time she slept on the ground... It was as if she had fallen from the clouds into the mud overnight.

She was tired, she was sleepy, she was anxious, she was afraid. She gritted her teeth to hold on and not show it, she tried her best to cooperate with Wang Yang to deceive these barbarians, she knew that the situation seemed stable now, but it was actually full of crises, as long as one mistake was made, it could lead to a total loss, and any change in the outside world could become a disaster they couldn't deal with. Just like this difficult night, it was so quiet, so... indifferent? Anyway, compared to the day, it seemed to be a rare indifference, but who knew if this was the last night of their lives?

Plus missing her mother, plus self-pity, plus being "bullied" by Wang Yang repeatedly, and finally even the hairpin was lost to him, plus some unclear and unknown reasons, she couldn't help it for a while, and cried.

However, although she was a woman, she had always refused to be a daughter who cried. She had already felt a bit ashamed for crying out loud because she was angry, and now hearing that there was a chance to win back a game, she immediately stopped self-pity, wiped away her tears, suppressed her sobbing, and said indignantly:

"Don't you regret it!"

Wang Yang also didn't open his eyes, his voice pretending to be a serious battle posture:

"Don't regret it, come on!"

Baoyue was silent.

"Coming or not?"

"Don't rush!"

After a while, Baoyue said:

"This is a poem riddle, the riddle is a poem, and the answer is still a poem, accurately speaking, a line in an ancient poem. I will say the riddle below, listen well:

The guest road is invaded by wind and frost, worrying that the child will suffer from cold.

Don't rush the long journey ahead, candle tears shine at the fifth watch.

Guess!"

"You said the answer is a line in an ancient poem, then what dynasty was this ancient poem written in?"

"How can I tell you that?"

"Then how many words are in this line?"

"Guess yourself!"

Wang Yang concentrated and pondered.

Baoyue waited for a while, seeing that Wang Yang didn't make a sound, proudly said:

"How is it?"

Wang Yang closed his eyes, bowed his hands in the void:

"Can't guess, admit defeat."

Baoyue was overjoyed!!!

It felt like she had raised her eyebrows and exhaled!!!

The tear stains on her face had not yet dried, but her eyebrows had already bent into crescent moons, like smoke eyes half-faded, joy cheeks newly opened, moon suddenly bright! She said with a smile:

"It turns out that the great talent Wang also has a time to admit defeat!"

Wang Yang sighed:

"This question you asked is so difficult, I have to admit defeat. Today I am planted in your hands..."

Baoyue heard Wang Yang's words of admitting defeat, and felt that the breath that had been held for a long time was all smooth! Directly cool and flying!

Wang Yang opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Xiao Baoyue, and seeing her pressing her voice with a full sense of stealing, while fiercely patting her poor little bedding, he closed his eyes again, thinking:

This unlucky child, snot bubbles are almost happy to come out...

Baoyue laughed until her whole body was soft, and it took a long time to barely stop. The laughter stopped, and the orchid breath calmed down. She restrained the color of wild joy, and returned to the ritual form of a noble lady. Her slender fingers brushed her cloud hair, and her jade neck was slender and frosty. Although there was no bright mirror to reflect her shadow, she had her own unique style. Soon she returned to her beautiful and generous appearance.

She stretched out her palm towards Wang Yang: "Bring it."

Wang Yang responded casually: "Bring what."

"My hairpin, since you can't answer, return the hairpin to me."

Wang Yang opened his eyes!

He turned to Baoyue and frowned:

"Didn't say anything about betting the hairpin before."

"Does this still need to be said? You used a question to cheat me of my hairpin, and admitted 'winning by unfair means', let me test it back! The meaning of testing back is not just fairness, I also test you in the same way! The method is the same, the bet is naturally the same! You can't have a prize if you win, and I win for nothing! I don't take advantage of you either, I just want my hairpin, bring it!"

Xiao Baoyue was justified!

Wang Yang didn't immediately agree, but asked: "I don't know what Xiao Xie Xie Niangzi wants me to help with?"

Xiao Baoyue stared at Wang Yang:

"Why, Young Master Wang doesn't trust me, afraid I'll pit you?"

Wang Yang said solemnly:

"How could that be? I'm just afraid that I won't be able to help, and I'll fail Xiao Xie Xie Niangzi's entrustment."

Xiao Baoyue's lips rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile:

"Don't worry. I won't ask you to kill or set fire. Anyway, it's something within your power, not doing evil, and has nothing to do with politics. As for what it is specifically, you don't need to know for now. When the time comes, I will naturally tell you. In one word, do you agree or not?"

Then this range is large, do you want me to help send Xiao Shan to you and send myself too?

However, it is a verbal promise anyway, there is no need to be too serious and add estrangement. First see how the household registration is handled, and then see what help is needed. If you can help, you can help. If you really can't help, then let her change one. There are many reasons.

"Good! I agree!"

Baoyue's eyes flashed:

"A gentleman's promise, words must be believed, and the period must be appropriate. I hope that when I want the Young Master to help, the Young Master will not forget today's agreement."

"Don't worry! I am not a person who breaks his word, Xiao Xie Xie Niangzi can just open her mouth when the time comes, I will definitely try my best!"

Baoyue heard that Wang Yang left room in his words, and didn't say anything. Anyway, there will naturally be a way to make him fulfill it when the time comes, so she just smiled:

"That's good. Please give the poem, Young Master Wang."

Wang Yang was stunned:

"Uh, didn't you say you didn't want it?"

Baoyue's beautiful face suddenly turned cold, her black pupils frozen:

"Others can want it, but I can't?"

Wang Yang:???

Who could want it???

Forget it, it's a small matter, no need to argue, just treat it as a bonus.

Wang Yang smiled:

"How dare, how dare, Xiao Xie Xie Niangzi's style is outstanding, it should be matched with poetry. Then I will make a "Giving to Xiao Xie Xie Niangzi", offer it for a smile, and please Xiao Xie Xie Niangzi to temporarily restrain the frost and snow appearance, and listen to the wind and moon." (Wind and moon was still an elegant word at this time, no frivolous meaning)

Baoyue's face remained cold and indifferent.

She was really a bit angry. She originally wanted to help Wang Yang, but this guy was defensive and stingy with her, and even reluctant to give her a poem, so is this the legendary differential treatment...

Wang Yang just pondered, Baoyue said:

"I heard that Young Master Wang has the talent of seven steps. In the Le family villa, doing curved water couplets, it was even more immediate, and the whole audience was praised. Why is the literary thought so difficult when it comes to me? It seems that there is less sincerity. Since this is the case, don't make it—"

Wang Yang: I specially thought for three seconds???

Forget it, begging for help, endured.

Wang Yang's thoughts flew, seeing Baoyue's jade appearance cold and lonely, cold plum dotted with snow, instantly had poetic thoughts, interrupted Baoyue, and chanted: