I became Piktao’s elf

There is a saying in the art of war: Being condescending can be overwhelming!

Well... Ma Su, who believed in this sentence, just lost his street pavilion and was beheaded not long ago.

That’s why we came out of the West City like this—the empty city plan!

An Lan, wearing a feather hand and silk scarf, gracefully walked to the table and sat down. Looking at the guqin in front of him, his teeth were a little sore.

"Brother can't talk about it."

"How to deal with this horse riding?"

Seeing the dust and smoke rising under the city wall and the army pressing down on the city, An Lan quickly regained his composure.

"Ahem, burn some incense!"

The servant behind him stepped forward tremblingly and tried to light the agarwood.

But because the army was approaching, he was so scared that he lit the agarwood three or four times before lighting it.

"Alas..." An Lan sighed, turned around and saw that the legs of the two young men behind him were swaying. In order not to reveal their secrets, he could only order: "You two, please step aside."

Servant: "Prime Minister!" x2

"Back off!" An Lan shouted coldly, and the two of them ran downstairs in relief, no longer trying to shirk.

......

The black cloud was pressing down on the city and the city was about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opened golden scales to the sun.

Under the city wall, the dust and smoke dispersed.

The densely packed Wei army is like a terrifying monster that devours everything, a veritable war machine.

There was a cold light shining on the sword, like a black cloud looming over the world!

There were flags flying, including the two largest flags.

On one side it says - Sima

On the one hand, it is——Wei

An Lan saw the old man with white beard in the middle, who had an extraordinary temperament!

Everyone around him gathered around him, it must be Sima Yi.

I saw the old man taking a few steps forward on his horse and shouting loudly: "Kong Ming! The street pavilion has been lost, and your Shu Kingdom has no resistance anymore, why don't you just surrender? I will save the city by the time my army breaks the city, and everyone will be in ruins!"

"Jiejiejie...ahem, hahahahaha!"

An Lan laughed wildly and burst into tears.

When Sima Yi was almost impatient, An Lan stood on the top of the city and said proudly: "A common man!"

Sima Yi's face darkened and he shouted, "What did you say!"

"ordinary man!"

An Lan gently shook his feather fan and said slowly: "Since Sima Zhongda thinks that I am unable to fight anymore, why not just attack the city? Today, I will play the piano here to cheer you on!"

After saying that, An Lan suppressed the timidity in her heart, walked back to the desk, sat down, and pretended to play the guqin, that is - just send it blindly!

.......

Listening to the disorganized voice, Sima Yi became even more angry.

His son Sima Zhao beside him shouted: "Father, this..."

Sima Yi looked at him coldly. Sima Zhao was shocked and quickly changed his words: "General, this Zhuge village man is excellent at playing the piano, but now he is humiliating you with his playing. Let me go in, massacre the west city, and capture the Zhuge village man alive." !”

"Ha ha."

Not wanting to, Sima Yi sneered and asked: "What do you think? Is he deliberately playing the piano randomly to humiliate us? Is he playing the piano to a cow? Haha!"

Sima Zhao: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not!" Sima Yi shouted: "Zhuge Kongming is known as Wolong, how can he be such a boring person? He must have deep intentions in this, let's retreat! There must be an ambush inside!"

Sima Zhao's eyes were red, and he shouted hurriedly: "General, maybe Kong Ming is just upset, and there are so many flaws in playing the piano? This opportunity is not to be missed, General, I am willing to be the vanguard!"

Sima Yi was stunned and quickly thought about whether what his son just said was feasible or not.

......

"Aha! It's easy to control your temperament, brother!"

An Lan secretly laughed in his heart and saw Sima Yi arguing with a general below the city. Seeing that the middle-aged general's eyebrows looked similar to Sima Yi's, he must be his son Sima Zhao.

It seems that Sima Yi will retreat soon.

Thinking of this, An Lan's hands playing the piano couldn't help but speed up the frequency, and even started to sway according to the way the guitar was played!

Beautiful!

......

"Ok?"

Sima Yi looked up and saw Zhuge Kongming playing the piano faster, with a smile on his lips, as if he wanted to laugh but could barely hold it in.

"Kong Ming's playing the piano became intense. He was either trying to intimidate us, or he was... flustered!"

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and shouted to Sima Zhao: "I order you to lead 50,000 soldiers and start attacking the city!"

"Yes!" Sima Zhao was overjoyed and turned to give the order to the herald.

......

"Eh? Eh? Damn it! Blanch it!!!"

An Lan was secretly feeling proud when he saw that Sima Yi under the city wall not only did not retreat, but Sima Zhao next to him began to mobilize the messengers to arrange something.

"I'm riding a horse..." He panicked, thinking that in order to imitate the empty city strategy, he even opened the city gate wide.

An Lan's anxious neck suddenly showed veins, and he quickly turned his head and shouted: "Close the door! Close the city gate quickly!!!"

But it's too late!

"kill!!!"

"kill!"

"Capture Zhuge Liang alive!"

"Kill!"

"..."

Under the city wall, Sima Yi led 50,000 soldiers and rushed towards the city gate.

Because the city gate was wide open, there were no guards deployed, and the enemy didn't even need to bring siege equipment. They almost marched straight in!

......

Half an hour later, An Lan was caught hiding in the well and brought to Sima Yi.

After looking at An Lan at close range, Sima Yi snorted coldly and turned away without saying a word.

"Father?" Sima Zhao stepped forward and asked.

"He is not Zhuge Kongming! Drag him out and behead him!"

Sima Yi left these words and left without looking back.

Click!

......

"Ah! Damn it!!!"

An Lan woke up with a start, her clothes wet with cold sweat.

Looking around, he was still on the ancient bed.

The scene around him didn't change at all. He was still frightened by the fact that he had been beheaded just now, and there was a sound outside the door.

"Report!!!"

An Lan's face darkened, and he shouted to the herald outside: "Stay back, I will come soon!"

After saying that, he quickly stood up, waved his hand and released the light curtain sand table, and began to study it carefully.

After a moment, An Lan appeared on the top of the city.

He summarized the lessons from his failure just now and thought that it was probably because he couldn't play the piano.

So what was on the table this time was a feather fan, a cup of agarwood, and a pot of tea.

This time it went exceptionally well, but Sima Yi didn't listen to his son's words, and finally led his army to retreat with suspicion.

[The first phase of awareness training is completed]

[Only calm and not chaotic, what is empty is what is true, what is true is what is false. Only then will the enemy not be able to see through his own plans, and the same is true in the e-sports arena. 】

[A hero suddenly appears on the side lane to clear the line, and the remaining four are hidden in the fog of war. 】

[Perhaps they are lying in ambush in the grass, waiting for the other party to catch the single and swarm them. 】

[It could also be that they are opening the Overlord/Tyrant]

[Soldiers have no permanent momentum, and water has no permanent shape. 】

[Fang is the way to win! 】

[Archived, starting the second phase. 】

An Lan was relieved after hearing the voice of the system in his mind, and then quickly returned to the city and ordered the old, weak, sick and disabled to prepare to move their positions.

He took out the light curtain and looked carefully. The terrain outside the West City was rugged and densely forested.

As a native of the Dragon Kingdom, he is also a top student.

He immediately thought of a way to use the weak to defeat the strong!

That is - guerrilla warfare!

"Made, I don't want to be beheaded again!"

An Lan rode his horse and withdrew from the city behind the defenders, starting the second phase of training!

[Author's digression]: Thank you [Nankeyimeng] for the golden ticket!

Thanks to [Waiting for the Moon Rise] for the golden ticket!

Thanks to [Blood Soul] for the 4 golden tickets!