Fish swimming around the world

Meng Yi said: "Okay, master, if you say it is not suitable, it must not be suitable. I will listen to you."

"How are you doing in the Art of War?" Jiang Fanke was too lazy to talk to him about martial arts.

Meng Yi chuckled: "It's okay."

Jiang Fan frowned: "What does it mean to be successful?"

Meng Yi smiled naively and said: "I often compete with my father and eldest brother. I can't beat them. But during actual combat drills, except for large-scale corps battles, we are still far behind. In other battles, we are on par with them."

"Ah?" Jiang Fan was surprised again: "Aren't you bragging?"

Meng Yi scratched his head: "I also think they let it go, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy? Dad and my eldest brother have experienced many battles, so they will definitely give in to me, a new recruit."

Jiang Fan also felt that the possibility was extremely high, otherwise Meng Yi would not be a genius, and would simply be called a monster.

But even so, being able to discuss military affairs with Mengwu and Mengtian is enough to show that this boy has made gratifying progress and has obviously worked hard.

"Not bad, keep up the good work."

Meng Yi was so happy that he grinned with a fork to the back of his head after being praised by his master.

"That's right, I am the master's personal disciple, the descendant of the undefeated God of War. I will definitely defeat them and everyone else in the future!"

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes at him angrily: "Be humble!"

Meng Yi said seriously: "No, master, you are the undefeated God of War. Everyone says so. As long as you take action, no matter the rivers, lakes, temples or battlefields, it doesn't matter. You are truly invincible and invincible. You can't." You know, everyone in the army worships you and pays homage to your memorial tablet every time they go on an expedition.”

I'm going! Jiang Fan collapsed a little. What was going on?

"What a mess...next time, tell them not to do this. Also, I want you to be humble and talk nonsense about the master."

Meng Yi said sternly: "They all say so, and I think so too. As your disciple, I must be stronger than everyone else, otherwise I will embarrass you and not be worthy of being your direct disciple. You are the real God of War, otherwise why? Those two hundred and fifty are all trying to get into your door. If you don’t believe me, just ask Wang Ben and Li Yue.”

Jiang Fan put his hand on his forehead. He couldn't afford this title.

"You bastard, remember that each mountain is higher than the other, and you must always be humble and reverent. Once a person becomes over-inflated and feels that he is invincible, failure is not far away."

Meng Yi chuckled and seemed disapproving: "A general should have this kind of courage, but you are right, master, to be humble and awe-minded. After all, with you in front, we will never be invincible, so, you Don’t worry, it won’t expand.”

Jiang Fan felt depressed and couldn't explain it to this idiot who blindly worshiped him.

"Forget it, I won't tell you anymore. I heard that you are coming back during the Chinese New Year. Chengxin is still waiting for you to arrange your wedding. Have you accumulated enough military achievements now?"

Speaking of this, Meng Yi was as happy as a fool.

"Hehehehe... That's enough, that's enough. Some time ago, I also annihilated King Hunxie's 50,000-man army, with military merit reaching level ten."

Jiang Fan was very satisfied: "Okay...huh? King Hunxie's team?"

Meng Yi nodded, looking excited, "Didn't you send a message saying that King Hunxie was up to no good? I paid attention, and as expected, the old jackal secretly sent people through King Zuoxian's territory to raid Nanluze, but I was killed The special forces sentry under his command discovered that the disciple personally led eight thousand troops, lightly armed and fast horses, and defeated them in one fell swoop. He killed the two generals and commanded thirty-eight people, beheaded more than ten thousand people, and captured twenty thousand others. Those who were chased by me for three thousand miles and fled into Western Xinjiang would probably not survive. "

Jiang Fan opened his mouth wide and was very surprised. It's not that he was surprised by the accuracy of the information provided by Fengchen, but rather by this guy's record. Eight thousand versus 50,000, and it must be 50,000 elite soldiers, actually achieved a crushing victory, it is incredible.

Doubts arose in my mind. Could it be that Meng Wu and Montaigne did not let this guy go, but that he was too rebellious?

Meng Yi was excited: "You don't know, I only lost about 500 people in the battle. My father and elder brother both praised it as a great victory. It's a pity that the old jackal is not here, otherwise I would tear him alive. Oh, by the way, Nan Luze has no losses at all, just keep your heart in mind."

Although his record was astonishing, Jiang Fan felt annoyed when he saw how arrogant he was: "Okay, what a great victory! Didn't Daheishan lose a lot of men this time!"

Meng Yi's face collapsed: "No...the opponent is stronger than expected. He barely managed a 1:3 battle loss, which is embarrassing for the master..."

Jiang Fan was stunned: "How many? One to three?"

Meng Yi said: "Yes, master, you don't know yet? That group of people is very strong and proficient in battle formations. They are definitely the best among the best. It's not easy for a disciple."

Jiang Fan was not dissatisfied, he was too satisfied. You must know that those people are the elites of the most powerful General Xiong He in Nanchen, as well as the Dark Legion that has been lurking for hundreds of years, and there should even be Fengchen's Crusaders. All of them are the most powerful armies, but they were actually defeated by Meng Yi. A one to three battle loss?

"Is your 10,000 vanguard army already so strong?"

"That's right!" Seeing that Jiang Fan didn't blame him, Meng Yi immediately became proud: "I was trained according to the military training methods you gave me. After two years of training, I have become a master of arms. I am also the same in the entire Zhenbei Army. The first-class powerful brigade is on par with Big Brother’s mighty army.”

Montaigne's mighty army was the best in the entire Qin Dynasty. Jiang Fan really believed it this time, and no one gave in to him. This guy was indeed a genius warrior. Twenty-three years old, Jiang Fan was even a little excited. Could it be that in this time and space, a peerless general like Huo Yao would appear?

But I finally refrained from praising him, because I was really afraid that this tiger thing would get too arrogant. I heard yesterday that this guy had once done a daring incident in which a lone army went deep into the northern border for 3,000 miles.

He nodded symbolically and said, "It's okay... Well, I finally accumulated enough military merits. I will go back this year to discuss and set a date for the wedding. Chengxin is waiting anxiously."

Speaking of Yuwen Chengxin, Meng Yi's face rarely turned red. He didn't know where to put his hands, and kept rubbing them: "Well, well... Junior sister, she, is okay..."

"Very good, now she has gone to Mount Li to take an important position, and her achievements are no worse than yours. You still have to work hard, otherwise you are not worthy of her."

"Hey, hey, yes, I understand."

"Also, don't be too aggressive, be restrained in everything, I don't want Chengxin to be a widow." Jiang Fan still reminded him worriedly.

Meng Yi laughed: "Chengxin said that she likes tough men who defend their country. She looks down on those who are timid."

Jiang Fan was also helpless. He also knew about this, but he felt strange. Why did this weak disciple like tough men?

"Okay, but remember, you can be brave and courageous, but you can't be impulsive and reckless. That's not a good general."

"Yes, yes, I understand this, you can rest assured. That... Master will personally witness the wedding."