In the Mohist army camp, Mo Xiaobao sat obediently in a corner of the tent, writing characters. At the same time, he did not forget to eavesdrop on the conversation between Mo Xiuyao, Ye Li and the other generals. Mo Xiuyao had sent Lu Jinxian and the other capable generals to the southern front. Thus, the northern front led by Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li was left with Yun Ting, Chen Yun and the other young generals. However, as the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. These young generals were entrusted with such a task for the first time and were naturally filled with confidence and ambition. After a few victories, they threw their initial worries to the side and their morale was high.
Mo Xiuyao looked at the young generals calmly and said with a smile, "After these few days, what do you all feel? Why don't you share it with I? " The generals looked at each other and then at Princess Ding. Yun Ting said, "We have been winning these few days. Prince, do you feel that … there is something wrong?" Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong with it. I just want to know what you all think."
Everyone was silent for a while. Chen Yun said, "Although we have been winning these few days, it is mostly because the Northern Tribes are not good at defending cities. If the Northern Tribes gave up on defending cities and fought us head on, I am afraid … we would not have won so easily."
After Chen Yun finished speaking, everyone fell silent. Indeed, it was not that they had not fought with the Northern Tribes before. If they could win so easily, they would not have had to fight for so long. The Northern Tribes were valiant and good at fighting. They were not as easy to defeat as they thought. It was just that these few days of consecutive victories gave them a feeling that the Northern Tribes were only so-so. Not fearing the enemy was a good thing, but underestimating the enemy too much was not a good thing. Thus, facing the pleading gazes of the generals, Ye Li turned a blind eye. Chen Yun, Yun Ting and the other generals had gone through many years of learning and training. In terms of war and war, they were not inferior to the veterans. What they lacked was the experience of gambling and the mentality to be indifferent to victory and defeat. However, this kind of mentality could only be honed through countless victories and defeats. This resulted in them being more complacent than the veterans when they won a battle. When they lost a battle, they were more likely to break down than the veterans.
The tent was silent for a long time before Mo Xiuyao nodded his head and said, "It is good that you understand." It was because of their complacency over the past few days that everyone felt ashamed. When they saw that Wang Ye was not angry, they all let out a sigh of relief. Yun Ting hesitated for a moment and asked, "Prince, do you mean to say, the Northern Tribes will change their tactics?"
Mo Xiuyao said, "If they do not change their tactics after consecutive defeats, then the Northern Tribes are really hopelessly stupid. Do you all know what to do? "The generals replied in unison," We understand! "
Mo Xiuyao nodded and did not ask what they understood. He said, "If you understand, then go and prepare."
The generals took their leave and left the tent. Mo Xiuyao turned his head and saw Mo Xiaobao lying on the table, listening to the conversation with great interest. Seeing the generals leave, he still had a look of regret on his face. Mo Xiuyao narrowed his eyes and glanced at him. Mo Xiaobao shrunk his head back and lowered his head to continue writing. Mo Xiuyao looked at him and asked, "Did you understand the conversation just now?" Mo Xiaobao raised his head, his clever big eyes glancing around. When he found that Mo Xiuyao was not talking to anyone else, he hurriedly gave a fawning smile. "Replying to Imperial Father, I understand." Mo Xiuyao asked: "Understand what?"
Mo Xiaobao replied obediently, "Father reminded the generals not to be complacent and underestimate their opponents just because of a momentary victory. The reason why our army was able to win so easily these few days was because the Northern Tribes are not good at defending cities. Our army used our strengths to attack their weaknesses. Now that the Northern Tribes have changed their tactics, our army might be flustered because of carelessness. " Mo Xiuyao nodded and reluctantly agreed with Mo Xiaobao's words. He raised his eyebrows and looked at him. "Then, what do you think we should do if the Northern Tribes attack us directly?"
"Er … this …" Mo Xiaobao frowned and thought for a long time. Then his eyes lit up and he looked at Mo Xiuyao expectantly. "The Northern Tribes are good at fighting in the wilderness and they are very fast. We can lure them into the mountains. The Northern Tribes are not familiar with the terrain and the cavalry is not good at fighting in the mountains. We can win!" After saying that, Mo Xiaobao blinked his eyes proudly, his big eyes saying: Praise me, praise me.
Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly and flicked his head. He smiled faintly and said, "At your age, it is not bad that you can think of so many things."
Mo Xiaobao was stunned and stared at his father unhappily. Is this a compliment? Eldest Uncle and Great Grandfather would never praise anyone like that. Grandfather said that Chen'er is very smart!
Mo Xiaobao who felt that he was being looked down upon by his father proudly threw himself into Ye Li's arms. "Mother, father is bullying me!" Ye Li laughed and patted his little head, "Your father was obviously praising you, how did it turn into bullying you?" Mo Xiaobao pouted his little mouth and said, "Xiaobao is not young, it's already good that he thinks so much. Xiaobao's idea is obviously very good. Grandfather and uncle both praised Xiaobao for being so smart. "
Ye Li sighed helplessly and smiled at Mo Xiaobao. "But what you thought of is something that everyone can think of. There is nothing special about it. Why don't … you go out and ask Chen Yun and the rest, see if they can think of it too? " Actually, it was a very common thing for adults to praise a child for being smart. And Mo Xiaobao was indeed worthy of being praised for being smart. But the people who praised him were not ordinary people. Thus, Mo Xiaobao could not help but think that his intelligence was unparalleled. Now that he received a small blow from Mo Xiuyao, he was a little unhappy.
"Wu …" Lying on Ye Li's knees, Mo Xiaobao looked pitifully at Ye Li.
Ye Li smiled and rubbed his son's head. "And your father is right. You are still young and do not have as much knowledge as an adult. Naturally there are many things that you cannot think of. This does not mean that our Xiaobao is not smart. " Mo Xiuyao raised his brows and took out two books from the side. He placed them in front of Mo Xiaobao and said, "Finish reading these two books, then write down how you think this battle should be fought for me. If it is not bad, I will admit that you are very smart. "
Mo Xiaobao's eyes lit up. Receiving his father's approval and praise was something that every child desired. But Mo Xiaobao and Mo Xiuyao got along with each other because of one blow after another. Although Mo Xiaobao usually disliked his father, he was more persistent in praising Mo Xiuyao. As expected, when Mo Xiuyao finished speaking, Mo Xiaobao snatched the books and hugged them. "It's a promise! If I think of a good idea, father will use my idea to fight the enemy! "
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