"What King Xiao means is to let us fight the imperial army?" Meng Bofei frowned slightly. He was used to being a rich man. He was definitely not willing to see the decisive battle with the Qing Dynasty with such a great risk.

Xiao Feng smiled openly: "It is a matter of fighting or retreating, it is the matter within your Golden Snake Camp. Xiao is just helping to analyze the strength of the Qing army this time."

"Mrs. Guo has always been called Zhuge, a girl. Do you have any suggestions for our current situation?" Seeing Huang Rong playing soy sauce, Song Qing pulled her in angrily.

In fact, in Song Qing's mind, Zhao Min is a more suitable military advisor than Huang Rong. After all, Huang Rong's biggest characteristic is his impatience. If you say that you are quick to adapt to changes, Zhao Min is not as good as Huang Rong, but in terms of grasping the future situation, Huang Rong is obviously inferior to Zhao Min. ≥≥≥,↑.︽Ｅ.√

Take the weather forecast in the previous life as an example. Huang Rong is obviously more accurate in predicting weather changes within a few hours, but Zhao Min is much more accurate in predicting the weather conditions three or five days later.

This difference is not the difference in their own wisdom, but the environment and status of the two women growing up since childhood. As a dignified princess, Zhao Min can call resources, information, etc. around her, so she can naturally make arrangements calmly.

Due to his identity, Huang Rong's information was not comprehensive enough, and she was born in the martial arts world, so she had no natural pattern, so she could only adapt to the situation.

However, Zhao Min's noble identity has a side effect, because she has countless martial arts masters around her at any time on weekdays and will hardly encounter any danger. If she suddenly puts her in a dangerous Jedi, she may not be able to escape like Huang Rong.

Huang Rong left safely at the hands of several masters of the Zhao Palace, dealing with Ouyang Ke and his son on the deserted island, and later Niujia Village protected Guo Jing from being discovered under the eyes of various forces... Every time, it was thrilling, and it was all about Huang Rong's urgent intelligence to overcome the difficulties. If Zhao Min was in a place, it would probably be difficult to achieve the same effect.

Similarly, Huang Rong could not destroy the six major sects like Zhao Min. She used black jade intermittent cream to play with Zhang Wuji in the clapping, and easily trapped the other party for the rest of her life...

"It's a pity that Ajiu turned the tide last night, causing Zhao Min to return in vain, and was chased by martial artists. Now I don't know where to hide." Song Qing secretly regretted, but to be honest, if Zhao Min really came to be a military advisor for him now, he wouldn't dare believe her, otherwise he would have been sold again if he accidentally.

After the buffering just now, Huang Rong had already clarified her thoughts. Hearing this, he bowed slightly, and a pleasant voice sounded: "Although the combat power of the Eight Banners soldiers has decreased now, the strength of the Golden Snake Camp is not as strong as before."

The bosses on the court looked hot, knowing that Huang Rong said this just to give them some face. Now the Golden Snake Camp is full of sand, which is a mob.

"So the situation is still the strong enemy and we are weak," Huang Rong continued, "so our primary strategy is to retreat."

Chu Hongliu and others showed joy on their faces, and couldn't help but glance at Song Qing provocatively, thinking that with Huang Rong's reputation in the martial arts world, since she said that, what else can you do? The first order cannot be done according to your own ideas. Who will still obey you in the future?

Who knew that Huang Rong's next words made the smiles of several people solidify on her face: "But although this time it is mainly about retreating, it is necessary to fight a battle with the Qing Tartar soldiers, and it will be a beautiful victory."

Song Qing was secretly funny. Huang Rong was really a cunning fox. She didn't offend her both sides and clearly expressed her meaning.

When he heard the string song, he knew the meaning of elegance. Zhou Zhiruo cooperated and asked, "Since they all decided to retreat, why do they still have to fight the Tartar soldiers?"

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's smile, Huang Rong couldn't help but think of her disheveled clothes and shy hair when she was rescued last night, and her face turned red: "The leader of Zhou doesn't know that since the former Golden Snake King Yuan, Prince Yuan, the Golden Snake Camp has been defeated again and again in the face of the Qing court's army, and its morale has declined below the dangerous line. If he did not win a victory when the morale of the new Golden Snake King was greatly boosted, the Golden Snake Camp will probably only become a bandit hiding and hiding in the future."

Hearing Huang Rong's words, the heads of the mountains couldn't help but be silent. They were very familiar with the internal situation of the Golden Snake Camp. During these days, their subordinates fled every day. If this continues, they would not have to wait for the court to encircle and suppress the Golden Snake Camp itself to collapse from the inside.

"Mrs. Guo said very well. If we still choose to escape passively, it will probably not take long before the Golden Snake Camp will be in name only."

"Yes, the purpose of the establishment of the Golden Snake Camp is to drive the Tartars out of the Han dynasty. If every time the Qing army is met, they choose to escape, what is the meaning of the Golden Snake Camp?"

Just now, when Song Qing and his team were arguing with Chu Hongliu and others, Jiao Wan'er, Jiangsu Jinlong Gang, Rongcai of Zhejiang Longyou Gang, Nie Tianfeng, Huainan Feihuyu Village leader, and Zheng Qiyun, the leader of the 72 Islands overseas, had never spoken. At this moment, they seemed to be in agreement and spoke up for Huang Rong.

Looking at the current situation, Song Qing showed a faint smile: "Fourth Lady, what should we do in your opinion?"

Yang Miaozhen snorted coldly: "I used to be a man in the Golden Snake Camp. Now when I see him, it turns out that many of them are greedy and afraid of death."

Chu Hongliu and Mengbo Feisha Tongtian's face turned red and was about to open his mouth to refute, but Song Qing did not give them a chance. He turned around and asked the opinions of the Wudang Sect, Emei Sect, Tiandihui, and the head of the Prince Mu Mansion one by one.

Zhang Songxi Yin Liting looked at each other and nodded to show support for the battle. The head of the Emei Sect was Zhou Zhiruo, and he would not object. The Prince Mu's mansion and the Manchu Qing Dynasty were irreconcilable and wanted to fight to the death with the other party. Naturally, he supported the battle. Chen Jinnan of the Tiandihui Society was unwilling to see the Golden Snake Camp be in a slump like this, and also expressed his support for the battle with the Qing army.

"Since that's the case, we will fight with the so-called Eight Banners elites of the Qing Dynasty!" Song Qing stood up, and an invisible pressure spread out.

At this time, no one understood Song Qing’s true thoughts, so naturally no one was so jealous that they stood up to oppose it. Even Chu Hong, Liu, Meng Bofei and others had to accept this decision helplessly because other forces expressed their support.
Chapter completed!