The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

At Yanmen Pass, the wind is as hard as a knife.

Zhao De stared intently at the blurry black shadow ten miles away, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

That was the Liao army camp, which looked like a cluster of black sesame seeds to the naked eye. He couldn't tell if they were sharpening their knives or sleeping; this feeling of being completely lost made him so anxious he wanted to kill someone.

"General, the people from the capital have arrived," a guard whispered from behind.

Zhao De turned around abruptly, and before the stench of blood had dissipated, he saw a young man dressed in a blue scholar's robe.

He had a pale face, a scholarly air, and instead of carrying a knife, he carried a sandalwood box.

Zhao De's brows furrowed instantly, his anger rising to the top of his head.

"So you're Wang Shao?" Zhao De's voice was as rough as sandpaper grinding rust as he pointed at the box and sneered, "Is the court out of options? Instead of sending reinforcements or provisions, they send a pale-faced scholar like you?"

He strode up to Wang Shao, his armor clattering, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"What can you do with that broken box? Smash it to kill Xiao Hui, the commander of the Liao army? Or are you planning to talk the Liao people to death?"

The guards around him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Wang Shao's expression was extremely calm, and he didn't even blink.

"This humble general, Wang Shao, has delivered twenty sets of military equipment on the orders of Jiang Shanzhang of Jingshi Academy."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling edge.

He stared directly into Zhao De's murderous eyes: "If the general finds this useless, I will take the things back now. But if Yanmen Pass is lost, the general can explain it to the emperor himself."

After saying that, Wang Shao turned and left.

Zhao De's eye twitched.

Hey? How come this guy has an even worse temper than me?

"Stop right there!" Zhao De slammed his hand on the sandalwood box, the force nearly ripping the lid off. "You think you can just run away? Do you think this place is a marketplace?"

"General, be gentle." Wang Shao reached out and skillfully brushed aside Zhao De's large, fan-like hand. "This thing is precious; you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold your armor."

"you--"

"Click".

The latch popped open.

Inside the thick brocade lay a half-foot-long brass tube, its ends inlaid with crystal-clear glass, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Wang Shao took it out, stretched the lens barrel, adjusted the focus, and handed it directly to Zhao De.

"Stop talking nonsense. Point your attention at the Liao army camp and take a look."

Zhao De took it suspiciously; it was cold and heavy to the touch. He muttered disdainfully, "What the hell? This broken copper pipe isn't going to let you see Liao people urinating..."

While cursing, he casually leaned his eyes closer.

next second.

Zhao De's voice came to an abrupt halt, like a chicken's neck being snapped.

His previously relaxed stance instantly tensed, his legs instinctively spread apart, and his right hand suddenly reached for the hilt of the knife!

Through that layer of glass, the world ten miles away was suddenly and directly "shoved" into his eyes!

The originally blurry black dot came to life.

It was all too clear. So clear it sent chills down his spine, as if his very soul had been sucked into the copper tube!

He saw the patches on the Liao army tents, the stoves that were being lit, and even several Liao soldiers sitting together tearing apart pieces of meat.

Zhao De abruptly put down the binoculars and rubbed his eyes hard. Everything in front of him was blurry.

He refused to believe it and raised it again.

The camera zoomed in instantly! Those Liao people looked like they were breathing right on his face!

"This...this is fucking..."

Zhao De's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the treasure. He gripped the copper tube tightly, his fingernails digging into the leather sheath.

"I saw it! It's a lamb leg! That damn Liao soldier is missing two front teeth! I saw it clearly!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with terror and ecstasy.

The guards around him looked at each other in bewilderment: Has the general been possessed by an evil spirit?

Wang Shao stood to the side, his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking calm.

That's shocking? It's just basic stuff.

"The Liao army's vanguard battalion has 12,300 men present." Wang Shao looked into the distance, as if reciting a menu: "Eight thousand cavalry and four thousand infantry. Their warhorses are thin and their coats are dull gray. Their supplies have been cut off for at least three days."

Zhao De froze, then abruptly turned to stare at Wang Shao.

Wang Shao continued his tirade: "The left-wing patrol is slacking off, the right-wing cavalry are on rotation without removing their armor. Xiao Hui's command flag is hanging in the central command tent..."

After a pause, Wang Shao added, "But he himself is not here."

Zhao De's eyes widened like saucers: "How did you know?"

Wang Shao pointed to what he was holding: "There are too few guards, only four, and they don't stand properly. Xiao Hui is extremely strict in disciplining his troops. If he were here, there would be at least twelve guards, and they would all stand at attention with their hands on their swords. That's the usual practice."

Zhao De swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He raised the bronze pipe again and looked toward the central command tent.

Sure enough. The four guards were leaning against the tent, chatting and joking, completely unsuspecting.

A surge of electricity shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making Zhao De's hair stand on end.

What is this?

This is the Heavenly Eye! It's like stripping the Liao people bare to see their underwear!

With this thing in front of us, is there any secret left on the battlefield? How can we fight this battle? This is cheating!

"A divine artifact...this is a divine artifact!"

Zhao De finally put down the binoculars, and when he looked at Wang Shao again, his eyes had completely changed.

The previous contempt has long since been fed to the dogs, replaced by eyes that yearn to pounce on them and hug their legs.

"You said... you brought twenty bodies?" Zhao De's throat was dry.

Wang Shao nodded: "Twenty units, standard military version. Durable, robust, and plentiful."

Zhao De grabbed Wang Shao's wrist with the force of an iron clamp, his eyes red with anger: "Good! Good! Good! With this treasure in hand, those Liao dogs still dare to launch a sneak attack? I'll beat the shit out of them!"

Wang Shao calmly withdrew his hand, walked to the battlements, and took out a pair of binoculars.

The camera pans across the Liao army camp, then suddenly freezes on the southeast corner.

It was a barren wasteland, seemingly calm and peaceful.

But under high magnification, the withered grass swayed. Unnaturally. The dust rose low, but densely.

"General Zhao."

Wang Shao's voice instantly lost its warmth.

Zhao Dezheng was lovingly touching the brass pipe when he heard this, and immediately looked up: "What's wrong?"

"The big fish moved."

Wang Shao lowered his binoculars, his eyes sharp as knives: "The Liao army's central force is assembling cavalry. They're not using torches, their horses' hooves are wrapped in cloth, and they're making their way east. There are two thousand of them, all elite cavalry."

Zhao De's expression changed drastically, and he immediately raised his binoculars to look over.

Although it was dark, with the help of binoculars, dark shadows were writhing in the weeds. Hundreds and thousands of horse heads looked like a group of silent demons.

"East..."

Zhao De muttered to himself, and then a violent killing intent exploded out instantly.

"Qingshi Village! That's our supply depot! Those bastards are playing dirty tricks!"

Without these "all-seeing eyes," by the time the scouts discovered the situation and returned to report, Qing Shi Village would have been razed to the ground long ago!

Zhao De felt a chill run down his spine, followed by a surge of overwhelming rage.

Trying to play dirty tricks right under his nose?

"Pass on the order!"

Zhao De whirled around, his roar shaking the city walls: "Light cavalry, assemble! Grab your weapons! Corner these bastards in the ditch and kill them!"

Wang Shao put away the binoculars, carefully placed them back in the wooden box, and locked them up.

He turned around, looked at the murderous Zhao De, and finally a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That was the expression on a hunter's face when he saw his prey fall into the net.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Wang Shao straightened his sleeves and strode down the city wall. As he passed Zhao De, he didn't stop, casually tossing out a remark:

"General Zhao, tonight, let the Liao people know what it means to be 'prophetic'."