Chapter 390 I'm Worse than a Line

The meaning of Huo Qubing is obvious. You are a small character who has not left a lot of ink in the history books. How can you be eligible to draw lots?

To compete for the position of commander in chief of the coalition forces?

Quickly go back, where did you come from, where do you go to play.

"How could it not be?"

Cheng Yaojin was furious when he heard the words. His old Cheng was a big figure who appeared at least a dozen times in the history of Tang Dynasty.

He was the emperor of Wagangzhai, besieged Tang Taizong Li Shimin, and experienced more than a hundred battles. He is also a famous hero.

"Which country did you conquer, which clan did you destroy, and what military books did you write?"

Huo Qubing didn't seem to see the anger on Cheng Yaojin's face, he sneered,

How many countries have not been wiped out, how many alien races have been eradicated, you have the nerve to draw lots.

"snort!"

Cheng Yaojin looked at Huo Qubing's young face, his teeth itching with anger, but he also knew that no one would accept him as the commander of the coalition forces.

"You are an elder, I respect you, I will burn paper for Huo Qubing when I go back."

Cheng Yaojin glared at Huo Qubing fiercely, screamed angrily, and cursed.

Old Cheng is not easy to bully.

You want your uncle to be the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, so you don't have to attack me, the most hopeless little general.

"you!"

Huo Qubing trembled when he heard the words, and burned paper for me, I'm not dead yet.

If it wasn't for the peace of the coalition forces, he would have punched a dozen holes in Cheng Yaojin's body with the Overlord Spear in his hand. "Everyone be quiet, let's start drawing lots."

Wang Jian smiled at Huo Qubing and Cheng Yaojin who were glaring at them.

Put a wooden box full of white origami on a mahogany round table in the center of the crowd. The number of white origami is the same as the number of people in the room. "Uncle draws lots."

Huo Qubing gave Wei Qing a push. Apart from being decisive and courageous in battle, Wei Qing was more like a modest gentleman in normal times.

If Huo Qubing didn't urge him, Wei Qing might not draw lots until the end. "Generals, Wei Qing will draw first."

Wei Qing smiled apologetically at the people around him, and it would be hypocritical to push back.

As the leader of the Han Dynasty, no matter whether Wei Qing wants to be the commander-in-chief, he must draw this lottery, because he represents the will of the Han Dynasty's 100,000 Yulin Army.

Since it is destined to be smoked, it is a proper hypocrite in the eyes of the general who leads the army to push forward.

Wei Qing put his hand into the wooden box, randomly took a piece of origami and opened it, and the inside of the origami was blank.

Looking at the blank origami, Wei Qing's face was only a little regretful, but he didn't complain much. He smiled suddenly, put down the origami in his hand, and stepped aside. "Why not?" Huo Qubing looked at the blank origami that Wei Qing put down in his hand, and said unwillingly.

There are at least seven or eight generals who can command the coalition forces here.

However, in Huo Qubing's eyes, his uncle, the Great Han General Wei Qing, was the best candidate for the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

"Then Cao will be the second one."

After Wei Qing retreated, no one went to draw lots for a while, Cao Cao looked at the slightly cold draw,

With a slight gesture of arched hands, he reached into the cardboard box.

The result is also a blank sheet of paper.

"It's your turn, General Lee."

Cao Cao put down the white paper, still kept a smile on his face, without any dissatisfaction or regret, and said to Li Jing.

Because Wang Jian of the Qin State did not draw, Cao Cao thought that these generals still drew lots according to the order in the world.

In this case, you don't have to be humble...

Li Jing was slightly taken aback, and quickly understood Cao Cao's gaze, smiled at the people around him, stepped out, and stretched out his hand to draw lots, but the result was also a blank sheet of paper.

"I won't smoke."

Guo Ziyi bowed slightly to the crowd. The Tang Dynasty has been in peace for a long time, and has not experienced the Anshi Rebellion. Guo Ziyi commanded tens of thousands of troops in formation, which is more than enough.

But in the battle of millions of allied forces, such a large-scale army is also mixed with various arms.

Guo Ziyi is self-aware that this million-strong army is not going to practice, but to go to the battlefield.

One of his small mistakes may plunge the army into the ocean and cause heavy losses.

Self-confidence is the key to success, but if you are overconfident, you are not far from destruction.

He doesn't even have the experience of commanding tens of thousands of troops in actual combat, let alone commanding nearly a million coalition troops and several times the enemy's battles.

Guo Ziyi's retreat made many generals in the room feel a little fond of him.

This tall and handsome man who looked to be about thirty years old, with a handsome face and a tall figure, had a strong air of refinement, more like a scholar who had read poetry and books, without the slightest iron and blood on his body.

You can tell at a glance that you have never been on the battlefield.

All the generals in the room have heard about Guo Ziyi's reputation. He has contributed to rebuilding the Tang Dynasty, and he is also a rare handsome talent.

But these are just what they saw in the history books. If someone really looked at the records of themselves in the history books and thought that they could reach that level, it would be a pure idiot.

Because no matter how gorgeous and brilliant the history books are written, it is only an uncertain future, not the present.

Kublai Khan, King of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, also shook his head. The Great Khan of Mongolia, Brother Meng, had already told him to keep a low profile.

Moreover, Kublai Khan, king of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, also knew himself. It would be fine if he did not win the position of commander-in-chief, and everyone would be happy.

It would be a real embarrassment if the position of commander-in-chief was drawn.

Let the people here obey his command?

Regardless of whether Wang Jian, the commander-in-chief of the Qin State, would agree or not, Kublai Khan, king of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, can be sure that the Eight-Power Allied Forces will definitely not agree.

If the dispute persists, the Mongolian Great Khan Mengge failed to make up for the rift with Qin, but tore the rift between Mongolia and the Eight-Power Allied Forces wider and wider.

Seeing that he was alone, Yue Fei also stepped forward and took out a blank origami.

"Is it my old Cheng's turn?"

Cheng Yaojin looked at several lines of commanders who failed to win, his eyes lit up slightly. Could it be that the position of commander-in-chief is really going to fall on Cheng Yaojin's head.

Putting the gossip Xuanhua ax in his hand aside, Cheng Yaojin rubbed his hands excitedly, and walked quickly to the carton. "Bite Jin and be quiet for a while."

Qin Shubao looked at Cheng Yaojin who wanted to be funny again, pulled Cheng Yaojin back, and scolded him.

Cheng Yaojin retreated unwillingly. "General Wang is your turn."

Yue Fei put down the white paper in his hand, and said respectfully to Wang Jian.

Wang Jian is a famous general worthy of his respect no matter his age or military strategy.

Wang Jian nodded, but also drew a blank.

"Uncle, it's your turn again."

Huo Qubing saw that Wang Jian didn't get any, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, his uncle still had hope.

Others who did not draw lots did not say anything. Although there are a lot of origami in the carton, everyone is eligible to touch it.

Soon the second round was over, and under the expressions of everyone looking at each other, no one was drawn again.

"Shouldn't the commander in chief of the coalition really be us?"

Wang Jian and the others couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. No one was drawn in the first round, and no one was drawn in the second round. The origami has already been drawn halfway.

"How is General Wang?"

At this moment, Prime Minister Li Si walked into the room and asked.

Qin Shihuang Yingzheng didn't care too much about who would be the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. He had only one requirement, a general who was capable of commanding millions of coalition forces.

Prime Minister Li Si just glanced at the expressions of everyone in the room, and knew that the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces had not yet been determined.

"Generals, what do you think of this? Qin Huang's ultimate goal is to force-land all the enemy troops, so as to reduce our losses. We line up, push across, and divide into seven squares. Just keep the front line consistent."

Prime Minister Li Si's political acumen is not comparable to that of the generals here. Although the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces is a very dazzling position, it is also a wall separating the coalition forces of all parties.

Even if it will not affect this alliance, no one knows whether this wall will become a mountain that prevents the coalition forces from reuniting in the future.

"This method works."

Cao Cao and Wang Jian were the first to react, and smiled, and the other commanders also nodded.

"Our commander-in-chief is a line, and I am not as good as a line!"

Cheng Yaojin picked up the Bagua Xuanhua ax on the ground, bit it hard, and grinned in pain.

He would rather choose a thread of nothingness than let his old man experience the addiction of a handsome man. It's really abominable!

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