Games come to all worlds

"The third male guest is a military commander!"

This sentence made the female guest who turned off the lights early in the first two rounds become interested.

Some people like men to be talented, and naturally some people like men to be domineering, and they prefer the latter. A man is a man who gallops on the battlefield and is wrapped in horse leather.

Most of the twenty-two people here prefer civil servants, because they all know that the world will soon be at peace, all birds will be gone, good bows will be hidden, and military generals will have far less impact on the world than civil servants.

Unless this military commander has made great contributions now, after peace, he will be sent to the border to defend the aliens, or to fight against bandits, and will not be as useful as the civil servants in the court. This is something they know in their hearts. It's clear.

So no one was in a hurry to turn off the lights, but wanted to hear about the general's official position and achievements.

"His current official position is...Sima of another department, with a rank comparable to that of a thousand stones!"

oh? not bad.

Of course, this is just a pretty good stage. The Sima of the other divisions sounds very powerful, but in fact it is not a formal establishment, it is just an expedient for those who have made meritorious deeds.

Unless he can make great achievements in the future, he will always be a reserve cadre.

If it were wartime, it is estimated that many families would be willing to make friends with him and use family methods to help him build military exploits and climb up the ladder.

But now, everyone can see that the world is about to be at peace. It is not cost-effective to train a Sima from another department.

Moreover, if the three companies merged, the number of generals that could be used would be unimaginable, and even a mere Sima from another department would not be able to take the turn.

Therefore, the elders of all the aristocratic families were a little disappointed. It seemed that they were not the ones they wanted.

Because a direct descendant would not hold this official position.

Sure enough, Li En quickly said: "He is not a member of the noble clan. The wars in the early years caused him to move to other places. His foundation is not deep, so he has no more than a thousand soldiers."

Alas~ it is indeed the case.

Sima in other departments are also divided into levels. As for how to divide them, it depends on how many soldiers he has. Only with soldiers can he make achievements, so he is given a chance. If he is not given, it means that the master does not like him.

"This person has a slightly reckless personality. He usually likes to make friends, is very good to those close to him, and has no bad habits. He is in his twenties this year. He has participated in many wars, big and small, and has won and lost, but he has never killed a famous general. .”

"If you choose him, don't worry about him being vicious, and don't worry about his safety."

As soon as these words came out, there was already some commotion on the field.

The official is not big, he is not a direct descendant, his military achievements are average, and his military force is average. You don't even have to worry about him going to the battlefield, because it won't be his turn.

However, they still quietly glanced at Zhao Yun.

Not because he is handsome, but because I want to see who he is standing next to.

After the two rounds just now, they learned to be smart again. They knew that Li En would tell Zhao Yun in a special way, and then when the announcement was made, Zhao Yun would send the male guest up.

Therefore, just by looking at who is around Zhao Yun, you can roughly guess who Li En is talking about.

They rolled their eyes quietly, and finally saw the handsome silver casual clothes among the crowd.

Zhao Yun was currently in Shu Han's territory, and there were several slightly younger generals beside him. They seemed to be Liu Zhang's people rather than Liu Bei's.

Seeing this situation, they no longer hesitated. The lights went out very quickly. At last, there were nine lights left. They were ready to listen to the final questions before deciding whether to put them out.

"Oh! There are many female guests who have turned on the lights. So, let me give the first question to Miss Sun. This is the first time you have turned on the lights after three performances."

Li En walked towards Sun Shangxiang with the microphone and handed it to her.

"Is this man braver than my elder brother?"

"Uh...not as good as that."

"Then..." Sun Shangxiang blinked his big eyes and asked, "Can I ask another question? It has nothing to do with this person."

"What do you want to ask?"

"I want to know, among all the male guests, is there anyone who can compare?"

"All? Let me think about it." Li En thought for a while and said, "There should only be two."

"Which two?"

"Zhao Zilong and Ling Gongji, in fact, this conference was originally prepared for them, and the rest is incidental."

"I understand, thank you sir!" Sun Shangxiang politely thanked him.

Li En's words also surprised everyone present. Forget about Ling Tong, Ling Cao's son had made great military achievements in the two battles of Po Huangzu and Da Shixie, which was indeed comparable to Sun Ce.

But Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong are worthy of him? Apart from being handsome, do you have any other advantages?

Isn't he the white horse Yi Cong who followed Gongsun Zan in the early years, and later served as an army officer under Liu Bei's account?

However, Li En on the stage always called Zhao Yun for help. Could it be that... he was a related party?

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but Zhao Yun's face was calm, but his heart was disturbed.

The battles of Bowangpo and Changbanpo were not fought, and the Battle of Hanzhong ended before he arrived, leaving him unable to start.

Therefore, at this moment, he really has not accomplished anything.

Although he had read The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he knew that he had supported his young master, fought in the Jiangnan Peace Battle, the Battle of Sichuan, the Battle of Hanshui River, and the Battle of Jigu. Through his military exploits time and time again, he had proven that he was a victorious general.

But these are just history, not the present!

Zhao Yun will not be complacent because of this. Now that he is stronger, he needs to make greater achievements than in history to prove himself.

He will remember the current comments in his heart and constantly spur himself on. The treatment he enjoys now is what his future self has worked hard for.

Therefore, he must also work hard to create a more brilliant future for himself in the future!

At this time, Li En had already answered the second and third questions.

"This person is alone and has no relatives to help him."

"When he was born, there were no visions, only the happy laughter of his parents."

After listening to these last two questions, almost all the lanterns were extinguished, and just like the previous round, only one was left.

No. 3, Liu Biao’s daughter, Liu Zhu.

The reason why she left the lamp was also very simple, because Li En said that this man was in his twenties and had experienced a lot of wars, but he had never died, so she thought that this man should be a long-lived person with a hard life. I can stay with her for a long time.

Liu Biao has been in poor health recently, and Liu Zhu understands that, so she doesn't want to experience life and death again.

Moreover, she also likes military commanders, because she is weak and has never tried riding a horse, hunting, or crossing the river to fish. If her husband can take her out to play, it will be a very happy thing.

A general like this who can fight but is not very good at fighting suits her very well.

"Okay! Since someone is willing to leave the light on for male guest No. 3, let's invite him to come up now! Please help me, please!"

"clear!"

What! Not Zhao Yun!

The female guests on the stage looked around, looking for Ling Tong, and saw a tall and strong man being sent to the stage with a confused look on his face.

Everyone knew at a glance that he was an honest man.