The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

He couldn't help but respectfully gave Song Qing a standard military salute, and then said in an obscure way: "the last general is convinced to lose, but the last general wants to ask, how can the empress train those elite soldiers so badly?"

Song Qing knew very well that since Du Lang gave her a military salute, she really regarded her as a general in the army. She also dignified herself and seriously replied, "breaking the routine training and making use of the environment to innovate and improve, such as rock climbing, is to let them overcome their psychological obstacles first, and then carry out targeted training. The most important thing is the old saying that practice makes perfect, As long as you concentrate on one thing, you will succeed in the end. The palms of the soldiers who climb to the mountain are thick cocoons. If you cut them with a knife, you may not be able to see the blood. It is enough to see how hard they have gone through to achieve today's results. "

It suddenly dawned on Du Lang that he was too rigid in military training all the time. He always asked soldiers to practice some traditional skills, but he didn't know that war is diversified. You don't have to fight in any environment. It seems that he really needs to reflect on his training methods.

Fengxichen has asked him: "general Du, do you know where your short board is?"

Du Lang quickly arched his hand and replied: "the general has understood that when training soldiers in the future, he can specify several training methods, such as mountains, ice and snow, and heavy rain."

Song tilted aside and echoed: "general Du is right. The battlefield environment is different, and the skills that soldiers should master are also different. What we need are soldiers with excellent strength in many aspects. Whenever there is a short board, they will be eliminated."

Fengxichen admired and was sad for the woman in front of her. What he admired was that she was resourceful and a real heroine. What was sad was that she was the queen of Jinxi Dynasty. As long as Jinxi had her, her future achievements would certainly catch up with and surpass those of other countries. In other words, Jinxi would become a real prosperous Dynasty in the next few years.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed. It seems that he wants to put the wedding of song Lianzhi on the agenda as soon as possible. After all, it's her sister. Even if it doesn't match, it's related by blood. When he encounters difficulties in Jinxi in the future, he won't stand idly by.

At this time, the soldiers who climbed to the peak have come back, and song Qingqing, who has faded his rigorous color, has begun to smile and ask general Durang to cash his bet.

He is not hypocritical. When he comes to the fire dragon, he kneels on the ground and kowtows to him five times. He says, "a man never drags his feet when he works. If he loses, he loses. I'm not as good as you when I lead a soldier."

After the fire dragon received it, he picked him up and patted him on the shoulder to show his friendship.

Feng Xichen said on behalf of Du Lang: "as for fifty thousand taels of gold, I will let general Du personally escort it to Yueya Lake. I don't know if the queen will believe me?"

Song Qing narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I naturally believe in the golden words of the monarch."

Feng Xichen couldn't help laughing: "even if I don't want to admit it, I'm afraid Shangguan will never let me go."

Shangguanrui gives him a big white eye directly, and hums coldly: "little minister, you have some self-knowledge."

At midnight, Du Lang and Huolong led their soldiers to attack from the front and the cliff respectively.

Because in the daytime, there is a rope on the cliff that can assist climbing, so when Huolong and others climb the mountain, there is no obstacle at all.

Shangguanrui didn't intend to let song Qingqing get involved in such a dangerous thing, but let her stay in the army tent with Qingchan and Angu's mother. However, she insisted on going because she hated that fengxize's body had been robbed, so she wanted to frustrate him personally.

In the middle of the night, the mountain forest is very wet. Song Qingqing wears a neat short bat, combs his long hair neatly, and then comes to the bottom of the mountain with the crowd.

Shangguanrui follows her in case of any accident. In front of her is the fire dragon. No matter what happens in the middle of the way, she can be rescued quickly.

But song soon made them understand that worry was unnecessary, and her skill was still vigorous. After all, that kind of subconscious action was inspired from the bottom of her bones, and how good she was in later generations, how calm she is now.

After all of them climbed to the peak, they could see many houses in the distance, as if they had not rested yet, and they could see the burning bonfire.

The fire dragon orders the soldiers to attack. He touches the door quietly and sees that those people even set up a memorial hall for fengxize. The coffin of Jinsi nanmu is placed in the middle, and many soldiers patrol and guard it.

A chill flashed over Song Qingqing's face, and she thought of Feng Xize's ferocious face. She sneered: "our palace will defeat you personally and fulfill your will."

At this time, under the leadership of the fire dragon, many soldiers were killed quietly because of the surprise attack.

At this time, the earth shaking cry came from the foot of the mountain, which made the rest of fengxize's soldiers very flustered. When he wanted to transfer troops to the foot of the mountain, he was shocked to find that all the soldiers were lying on the ground.

A woman in cloth came out calmly behind the hall. Her sharp eyes made him almost unable to move.

Behind the pro guard in his side, just waiting for him to order.

"Soto, you have been surrounded. If you want your soldiers to survive, you should put down your weapons and surrender. Our general will spare their lives." Durang's cold voice came in the dark. A moment later, he had come to his side.

Soto looked at him with wide eyes, and there was a sneering smile on his lips: "Durang, do you dare to brag in front of me? Have you ever forgotten? You are my running dog

Du Lang sneered: "I didn't forget that Soto and Tao don't conspire with each other. You follow the second prince, but I follow the eldest prince. I always believe that he will become the biggest winner because you choose the wrong way. Do you have to blame others?"

"Fart!" Soto pointed to his nose and yelled, "what's his qualification? He is stupid, ignorant and cowardly. Besides, he is a slave born villain. How can he compare with our second prince? He is the orthodox royal blood, and he flows the noble blood of the Suo family. "

"Ha ha!" Song Qingqing couldn't help sneering. She walked up to Soto step by step and said, "is this the second prince who has noble blood? Do you want to know how he died? "