It was only at night that the poor General Xu Rong slowly woke up.
The moment he woke up, he heard Xu Rong muttering,
"I want to see Tong Fei, quickly…let me see Tong Fei!”
During the long waiting time, Cao Ren and Xiahou Dun had already described Tong Fei's glorious achievements vividly to Xu Rong.
To put it bluntly, Xu Rong was more curious about Tong Fei.
But now, it had turned into admiration.
With Xiahou Dun and Cao Ren, these two fanatical fans, telling him that Tong Fei wasn't a god, it was almost time.
Therefore, the first thing Xu Rong did when he woke up was to ask to see Tong Fei.
It was not late at night yet, and Tong Fei had not started fighting with Cai Zhaoji at night.
Hearing that Xu Rong wanted to see him, Tong Fei could not help but reveal a trace of curiosity on his face.
Xu Rong was a commander who had voted for the wrong lord.
It was a flash in the pan in history, unable to display its full potential.
If he could rely on Boss Cao, he would definitely be put in an important position.
Thinking about it, this was also very helpful to his plan of being a salted fish.
The faster Boss Cao rose, the more Tong Fei would be able to lie in peace.
Wouldn't it be nice to do that?
Walking into the tent, Tong Fei's gaze was quickly attracted by Xu Rong, who was sitting in the corner.
Ahem, it wasn't because he was handsome, but because his image was too distinct.
His eyes were red, his hair was messy, and his beard was flourishing. At this moment, Xu Rong did not look like a general, but more like a beggar.
It couldn't be helped. Before seeing Tong Fei, Xu Rong's mental state had always been tense.
Even though he was unconscious, his mind was still filled with fear of Tong Fei and unwillingness to accept defeat.
He couldn't understand why he had been arranged so clearly from the beginning to the end, without any strength to resist.
Seeing Tong Fei walking towards him, Xu Rong's pupils suddenly froze.
Immediately, a trace of ecstasy flashed across his face. He hurriedly stood up and walked towards Tong Fei.
"Advisor Tong Fei, were you the one who plotted to defeat me?”
Xu Rong, the iron fool, stepped forward and grabbed Tong Fei's hands tightly. There was a trace of fanaticism in his eyes as he asked.
F * ck! What are you doing?
Tong Fei was shocked by Xu Rong's appearance.
How did a good general become like this?
Feeling that he was a little too abrupt, Xu Rong was also a little embarrassed.
He pulled Tong Fei to the seats and sat down.
After a pause, he finally asked,
"Advisor Jun, don't you think my military tactics and battle formations are too weak?”
"Hmm? General Xu Rong, why did you suddenly ask this? On the contrary, I didn't think he was weak. Instead, I thought he was very powerful.”
"But! Then why did you calculate me so clearly?”
Xu Rong was anxious.
This sense of defeat shrouded his heart. If he didn't get rid of it, it would continue to affect him.
"Sigh, General Xu Rong, do you want me to deny you now?”
"You ambushed in Xingyang and almost wiped out Liu Bei's army. Isn't that a meritorious service?”
"But what about Liu Bei? How powerful can he be?"
Xu Rong was even angrier.
He even felt that Tong Fei was humiliating him. Liu Bei was just a person who weaved mats and sold shoes. How powerful could he be if he suddenly obtained some soldiers?
However, when Xu Rong said this, Tong Fei's expression changed abruptly.
At this point, he understood that Xu Rong was unwilling to accept his failure.
At the same time, there was a fatal flaw in his character. He looked down on people with lower status than him.
Right now, Liu Bei's reputation was not very high, and the number of people who thought he was powerful could be counted on one hand.
In Xu Rong's opinion, the big-eared thief was just a hooligan.
However, who would have known that such a person who weaved mats and sold shoes would eventually become Emperor Zhaolie of Shu Han?
Liu Bei's ability to command troops was also very outstanding among the 18 dukes.
Only Cao Cao, Sun Jian, and a few others could surpass him in terms of commanding ability.
Thinking of this, Tong Fei felt that he should 'guide' Xu Rong properly.
Otherwise, with his personality, he would definitely fail miserably in the future and be killed by a "small fry" that he thought was not very powerful.
"Pa!"
The crisp sound of a slap rang out in the tent.
"Xu Rong, if you feel unconvinced, think of a way to defeat the person who makes you unconvinced.”
"If you think you're a failure, then kill yourself.”
"Um…"
Not only Xu Rong, but even Zhao Yun, who was about to step into the tent, was stunned.
Feeling the heat on his face, Xu Rong felt embarrassed and angry.
However, on second thought, wasn't his current behavior a coward?
He was unwilling to admit defeat and live in his own world.
Was this…really my original intention to enlist in the army?
"Think about it clearly. If you can't think clearly, you can slap me anytime.”
"And that Liu Bei, he's not as weak as you think. At least he knows shame and then acts courageously.”
"To put it in layman's terms, you're too thick-skinned.”
"Unlike you, who suffered a defeat and was on the verge of death.”
"Or do you think you are weak? Netease Cloud?"
After he finished speaking, Tong Fei did not stay any longer. He turned around and saw Zhao Yun standing behind him. The two of them walked straight out of the tent.
Xu Rong was left in the tent to reflect…
After a long time, he sighed and walked out of the tent towards Cao Cao's camp.
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