Under the moonlight, Xue San's shadow was stretched to a length that was impossible to appear in reality.
Especially the sentence "accepting fate" expresses a thousand twists and turns.
Everyone wants freedom, especially the devils.
They were originally the protagonists in their respective "worlds", regardless of whether their grades were good or bad, whether they were successful or not. When they were reborn, they needed to call someone the master.
Having gotten used to it, in fact, there wasn’t much resistance. It was reasonable to call Zheng Fan “Your Majesty” based on emotion and reason.
But if you have a choice,
Everyone wants to take a breath of fresh air.
If the former cannot be satisfied,
Well,
just be able to exhale.
Hundreds of men in black who were personally trained by Xue San entered the camp. Some of these people were selected and trained by Xue San during the heyday, and some were recruited midway. There are many people in the world, but they all inherited Xue San's "mantle" and "thinking".
In fact, special operations methods have existed since ancient times.
The war mentality of taking elite soldiers to achieve miraculous effects is not an unpopular trick.
But in this era, there are really only a few people who can be so professional, well-educated and well-planned.
The most important thing is that because of the Seven Demon Kings, in the early days, Uncle Zheng actually followed the path of special forces.
Because the external checkpoints had been cleared, these hundreds of men in black sneaked in easily. Some were responsible for assassinations, while others were responsible for preparing to set fire to the stables.
Their purpose is not to take advantage of the night to kill all the enemies inside. This is too naive and impossible. What they need to do is to remove the enemy's "coats" during the last period of night. "Take it off as much as possible.
Then,
wait until the main force in the rear charges and completely overwhelms the enemy.
A Ming clutched his abdomen and got off the ground, standing next to Xue San.
Xue San held his head in both hands, hummed a little tune, and said:
"Do you feel like killing a pig with a cattle knife?"
A Ming said: "Just think of it as military training, but when you set the time before, did you set it too long?"
One hour is equivalent to two hours, but A Ming and Xue San simply It doesn't take such a long time, even if they deliberately do it in a playful manner, in the end, there will still be a lot of time left.
"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. Since this is military training, he must train to the best. The time is just right. When my men are finished, it will be dawn. At this time, A Cheng will do it again." Leading the army in a wave is just a wave."
"Oh."
A Ming nodded.
"By the way, have you figured out how to lick the master?"
"Okay."
"Share?"
A Ming shook his head.
"So heartless?"
"Yes."
"You don't care about the friendship of your colleagues and partners?"
"Don't care."
"Are you so cold-blooded?"
"My blood... is cold."
"... "Xue San.
The time is up,
In the distance,
Liang Cheng personally led four thousand Xuehai cavalry and launched a charge when the morning light just appeared.
For a moment,
it was like thunder rolling in from a distance.
The Naiman warriors in the camp were immediately awakened, but the next moment they fell into panic again.
Because leaders like centurions have basically been assassinated by men in black sneaking into tents, the hierarchy in the savage tribe is very strict, and the performance is very direct and obvious.
People with different identities sleep in completely different tents. It is really easy to tell them apart.
At this point, they should actually learn from Uncle Zheng.
The place where the war horses were stored suddenly caught fire, causing the war horses to start galloping in the camp.
At the same time, because this is not a pure garrison, the warriors of the Naiman tribe actually bring their families with them. Therefore, there are still tribesmen scattered in the camp.
In short,
If this is an exercise,
The Earl's Mansion is full of elites, with combat literacy, planning, execution, and connection. In other aspects, they were all impeccable;
As for their opponents, they basically made all the mistakes they could.
The cavalry led by Liang Cheng rushed directly into the tribe. The knights waved their sabers and began to ruthlessly harvest the lives in front of them. The battle situation was not uneventful at all. In an instant, there was an irreversible downturn. .
A Ming untied his wine bag.
Xue San turned to look at A Ming and asked:
"Going to fill the drinks?"
"Yes, Fanta."
"Sure, go ahead and take advantage of the fact that the Lord is not here, hehe."
A Ming went.
Because as Xue San said, Zheng Fan is not here.
At this time, Zheng Fan was still at least one day away from here. Liang Cheng was actually a former soldier and was the first to raid here to clear the way for the follow-up army. After conquering this place according to the established plan, Liang Cheng would also He led his army to the rear of the Naiman tribe's ethnic group, and cooperated with more than 7,000 barbarian cavalry led by the Lord to sneak attack on the Naiman tribe's pasture.
The demon kings themselves actually have little "humanity". The inhumanity here cannot be regarded as a derogatory term, nor does it specifically refer to their darkness, but is simply given in an objective statement. a description of.
Xue San sat on the ground,
holding his chin,
looking thoughtful.
He has been meditating a bit recently.There are many, but the results of meditation are few.
The next moment,
Xue San scratched his head and showed the same silly smile as Fan Li;
Then,
He looked cold again and showed Liang Cheng showed an indifferent attitude as if everyone around him owed me a hundred taels;
Then,
he slapped himself again,
returning to his original state.
"It's difficult..."
...
On the battlefield, there is no way to say that things can definitely be arranged, designed and executed meticulously. There will always be some surprises going on.
For example, according to the original plan, the more than 7,000 barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan should have arrived at the west side of the deep pool in the snowfield after one day, but they arrived half a day early.
While Liang Cheng's troops were cleaning the battlefield, the leading cavalry of the barbarian cavalry had already arrived. Therefore, Liang Cheng directly handed over the task of cleaning the battlefield to the people behind him, and led the troops who had just fought. The subordinates of Yi Zhan set off again and began a strategic detour.
This kind of situation can only happen to the Demon King. You don't give the boss any face at all, and let the boss clean up the battlefield for you, leaving it to other lords and generals. This is simply a typical example of disrespect.
Uncle Zheng arrived at noon, and the troops marched faster than expected.
Because these warriors of the Keyan tribe, when they heard that they were coming to the snowy fields to snatch the cattle, sheep and livestock of the savages, they could turn the savages into their own slaves, which was like beating chicken blood.
This subjective and active nature has been raised, and there is no trace of the fatigue from the long-distance migration.
Actually, this is also normal, because although the Keyan tribe is not a big tribe in the desert, it is definitely not a small tribe. The barbarian king can be afraid of you and choose to exclude you. There are no two brushes. The tribe really doesn’t have that qualification.
After long-distance migration, the herd of livestock began to gradually decrease, which is equivalent to watching one's property shrinking, which is really a torture.
Migration is for survival, and plundering is for a better survival. When there is a goal in front of them, the passion that everyone bursts out is really scary.
According to the pre-plan, the barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan will camp here as a visible expedition force, attracting soldiers and horses from the Naiman tribe, and at the same time acting as a containment. Provide cover for the troops led by Liang Cheng.
So, after Uncle Zheng got off his horse, he sat down directly by the deep pool.
A deep pool is actually a lake with a large area. It is said that the middle is very deep, but the outer part is no different from an ordinary shoal.
Uncle Zheng took off his boots and put his bare feet into the pool.
The water in the pool was very cold and icy, which made people shiver, but it also dispelled the fatigue from marching all the way.
Jin Shuke set up a pot next to him and helped boil the hot water.
Brother Ke YandongHe is a young patriarch who is very good at learning. His learning goal is naturally Jin Shuke. After all, they are both barbarians. Thinking about it, he thinks that he can copy Jin Shuke's route.
So, Brother Ke Yandong took off his armor and clothes, jumped into the pond and started catching fish.
There are actually rivers and lakes in the desert oasis, but the area is relatively small and not very dense. However, Keyandong's water quality is quite good, and it didn't take long for him to catch two. Cod.
The cod here is not the kind of cod in the ocean that Zheng Fan knew in his previous life. This is a fish species unique to the snowfield.
At this time, Xue San also happened to come over. He took the cod from Brother Ke Yandong very skillfully, took out a small dagger, and began to cut the sashimi with a very skillful technique.
Brother Ke Yandong was very surprised by Xue San's sword skills. He didn't expect that this short man could actually have such a method. This is just for the layman to watch the excitement and the expert to see the door. He can eat ten big pieces in one meal. Mantou's brother Ke Yandong is a seventh-level warrior himself and can be considered an expert in sword training.
After making the sashimi, Xue San also took out two bottles, one of soy sauce and one of chili sauce, and put them on separate plates.
He then put a pair of silver chopsticks in the hot water next to him and rinsed them before handing them to Zheng Fan and said:
"My lord, there is no mustard, so you can make do with it."
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Zheng Fan took the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. It tasted delicious and had no fishy smell.
But Uncle Zheng was not very fond of this bite, so he only ate two or three slices and then motioned for them to eat together.
Xue San took the initiative to come over and said:
"My lord, there is a big fish among the prisoners this time, and he is the third prince of the Naiman royal family."
"Third Prince?"
"Yes, Lord."
"Let's go and have a look."
Xue San took the initiative to pick up one side The towel was ready to help Zheng Fan wipe his feet, but Zheng Fan dodged away and said:
"Okay, okay, no matter how hard I try, I won't let you do such a thing."
“Hehe.” Zheng Fan laughed, took the cloth, wiped his feet and put on his boots. After standing up, he kicked Jin Shuke and Ke Yandong who were still squatting there eating sashimi.
"Work, don't just eat!"
Liang Cheng has already led the Xuehai Cavalry to make a detour. Someone is needed here to manage the situation and take care of things. Uncle Zheng can take care of himself. I am a hands-off shopkeeper, but not these two goods.
And it just so happens that these two guys are the actual leaders of these barbarian soldiers.
Jin Shuke hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab the last few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth. He yawned to Zheng Fan with a smile and ran to attend to military affairs.
Brother Ke Yandong was kicked by Zheng Fan, and tears filled his eyes.
"Hey, what's the matter, are you crying?" Zheng Fan asked.
Brother Ke Yandong shook his head, swallowed the fish fillets in his mouth, and said, "Uncle, I miss my father. In the past, my father often kicked me like this."
Xue San, who was standing on one side, frowned,
Fuck,
He is a master!
“Go away, go do your work. Gather the cattle, sheep, livestock and horses for me. Also, take care of your people and don’t reach out randomly. The loot will be distributed after it is cleared back at the Snow Customs. "
"Uncle, I have already asked Brother Jinshuke about this on the way. Don't worry, uncle, I am still reliable in my work."
Meet Uncle Zheng. The master was not interested in accepting him as his godson, so Brother Ke Yandong wisely went to command his people.
Zheng Fan took Xue San to the place where the prisoners were being held. On the way, Xue San was worried and said:
"My lord, is the combat effectiveness of this barbarian soldier guaranteed?" ”
After all, they are foreign soldiers who have just arrived and have not been integrated yet.
"At least, we can guarantee the bottom line. It won't be too bad. Our opponents are not strong anyway."
This is Zheng Fan's opinion. After all, on the snowy field, There is no longer a Savage King, and the various tribes in the snowy plains are fighting on their own, and their combat effectiveness is really a bit unflattering.
In the beginning, both the Situ family and the Helian family were just playing around with the Xueyuan tribe.
The place where the prisoners were held was very large. It was actually a circle. On the outside, a group of knights were standing ready with bows and arrows, patrolling constantly. The prisoners inside were all sitting there huddled together.
But privilege exists no matter where it is. For example, in the prison camp, there is a tent, and the third prince is in the tent.
After Liang Cheng led his army to rush in, the camp was completely unable to fight back. The people in the clan could only surrender and flee. The third prince was killed early by Xue San's men because of the special nature of the tent. He was targeted, so he had no place to escape if he wanted to, and he didn't even hold a knife to put up any desperate resistance, so he simply surrendered.
When Zheng Fan was about to reach the tent entrance, Xue San, who was accompanying him, shouted in a long voice:
"Uncle Hirano is here!"
The warriors of Keyan tribe on the side looked at me and I looked at you. Some were saluting on horseback, some were patting their chests, and some were imitating the etiquette of Zhu Xia and giving Zheng Fan a fist in a nondescript manner.
These messy scenes made Xue San slightly dissatisfied, and he silently wrote it down in his notebook. For Xue Haijun, a standard that can rival combat effectiveness is... etiquette.
It is not an ordinary etiquette, but it is about how to cooperate and respond to the Lord. If the Lord can stand there and wave his hands, he can gain the feeling of obedience from everyone. If the Lord shouts a word, the following will be done. Thousands of soldiers can shout the next sentence together.
In short, the first priority of the army is to make the Lord happy, and the second is to fight.
Of course, the two are not in conflict. In this era, if the entire army can be uniform and obey a familiar rhythm, the combat effectiveness will not be much worse at all.
After all, the soldiers and horses under Uncle Zheng are either from the knights of the Three Jin Dynasties, from the criminal soldiers and the Jingnan Army, or from the barbarian soldiers. Their personal qualities are guaranteed, not that A phalanx formed by palace maids and eunuchs.
With this kind of high-quality soldiers, coupled with the orderly polishing, the combat effectiveness is obviously improved.
However, although Xue San’s shouts failed to get the surrounding Ke Yan tribe warriors to cooperate, the tent was quickly opened, and the third prince in white lining knelt down directly in front of Zheng Fan. :
"The guilty people kowtow to Uncle Hirano, Uncle Hirano is blessed."
Behind the third prince, a woman knelt down. She was not young, but she had nothing to do with being old. .
Xue San stared at Mrs. Wu, sizing it up. It was no secret that his master had a good relationship with Cao Cao;
The Yinjia Guards all knew that they would send wives here to lurk. Not to mention these demon kings who got along with the Lord.
Zheng Fan reached out and flicked Xue San's brain.
Xue San woke up immediately.
Zheng Fan did not enter the tent, but directly motioned to Xue San to set up a chair outside.
Uncle Zheng was sitting on the chair, while the third prince was still kneeling on the ground.
Xue San stood beside the third prince, and the magic pill was still in Zheng Fan's armor. Whenever he went out on an expedition, the magic pill could no longer look after the children, and would be forcibly taken out by Uncle Zheng.
In addition, there are dozens of barbarian warriors standing guard all around.
When going out, it is always wise to be cautious.
What if the third prince is not as gentle as he seems on the surface, but is a hidden master?
Uncle Zheng, who has always liked to behead others, has always spared no effort in preventing others from copying him.
After Zheng Fan felt comfortable,
The third prince raised his head,
looked at Zheng Fan,
said loudly:
"Uncle, the barbarian tribe rebelled, killed the Yan people, and offended the power of heaven. It is an unforgivable crime!
Uncle came out of the king's army to attack the unjust and suppress the law. Rebellion is a punishment on behalf of God.
The guilty people are willing to work hard for the uncle in order to atone for their sins! Coming from a savage, this is really surprising. I always feel that there is something wrong with this style of painting.
But this man is indeed very capable.
The prince of the Naiman tribe killed hundreds of Jin people, but in his words, he directly killed the Yan people.
Actually, Uncle Zheng was offended by that Jingguan. That Jingguan was just slapping Uncle Zheng in the face. Can he bear it?
But in the words of the third prince, he became the king's master who protects the people under his command.
Although the land of Jin is now the country of YanYes, Jin people can be regarded as the people of Emperor Yan. This is true;
But being able to sense this keenly and speak out directly proves that this guy's political level is really high.
And now that he has become a prisoner, he is not hypocritical at all. As the party being attacked, he first helped Zheng Fan clear his name here, and then bluntly said that he was willing to be Uncle Zheng's lackey and a slave. Lead the way party.
Simply, neatly, and not sloppily, unlike some other surrenders, who obviously did not have the courage to wipe their necks and commit suicide. After being captured, they still wanted to hold their necks to show their loyalty and unyielding.
Zheng Fan became interested, pointed to the third prince who was still kneeling on the ground, and said:
"Go on."
"Uncle, this place was originally In the old land of the Anyang tribe, our Naiman tribe has not many troops and a small population, but in our headquarters, we can recruit 20,000 warriors."
Zheng Fan raised his hand, Interrupted:
"As far as I know, you are a string-controlling person with only over 10,000 people in the headquarters of the Barbarians."
"My uncle is aware of this, but There are more than 10,000 servants and soldiers from subordinate tribes."
Zheng Fan is not very accustomed to the existence of servants, because Zheng Fan learned from Tian Wujing, so he was naturally attracted by Tian Wu. Mirror affects taking the route of elite soldiers.
As for the soldiers and horses of the Naiman tribe, Uncle Zheng did not think highly of them. The barbarian army could only truly demonstrate its combat effectiveness in the hands of the barbarian king. The rest of the time, it really showed its combat effectiveness. Very average.
For example, last year he accompanied the Marquis on an expedition to the snowy plains. The 30,000 Jingnan Army destroyed the city and destroyed many barbarian tribes. If the barbarian king had not broken through the snow customs, Zheng Fan felt that he You can also follow the Marquis to sweep another snowfield.
"Uncle, the guilty people still have a group of subordinates they have trained in their own tribe, and they are willing to obey the orders of the guilty people."
This means that he can cooperate inside and outside.
Zheng Fan nodded and said:
"Continue talking."
"Please let the guilty people go back. The guilty people will cooperate with the uncle to capture them." The Naiman tribe!
Although without the help of the guilty people, the Naiman tribe is still a bunch of chickens and dogs in front of the uncle, but the soldiers under the uncle's command are elite and cannot bear such losses.
p>In addition, the guilty people are willing to fight for my uncle to pacify the snowy fields for my uncle!"
"Okay, San'er, serve the wine"
Xue San took out the wine. He took the wine and handed it to Zheng Fan first. Zheng Fan opened the cork, took a sip, and then threw it to the third prince who was kneeling on the ground.
The third prince took the bottle of wine,
first kowtowed to Zheng Fan,
then couldn’t help but pick up the bottle and drank. Several sips,
He drank too eagerly, so he choked.
"Cough cough......Cough cough......"
Ms. Wu immediately crawled over and patted him on the back.
"Uncle, this wine is really delicious, hahaha."
Zheng Fan smiledLaughed,
said:
"The name of the third prince has spread in the snowy plains. Even my uncle has heard that the barbarian king in the past praised the third prince for being the star of the snowy plains. In the future, he will have the talent of being a prime minister and assistant."
The third prince said seriously:
"Uncle, I am a vulgar savage in Xueyuan, and I really don't deserve such praise."
p>"A savage in the snowfield?"
"Yes, uncle."
"Once upon a time, a man said something similar. He said, he It's a barbaric desert."
The third prince immediately said:
"The sinners admire King Zuo Guli's courage, but they dare not compare with him."< /p>
"Oh, you know a lot."
"Uncle, sinners like to read, and they often exchanged letters with outsiders."
"Oh, it's really unusual. It seems that the Savage King did see the right person. You are not simple."
"I am willing to die for my uncle!"
Three The prince said loudly.
"Okay, go and die."
Zheng Fan agreed.
At the same time, Xue San threw one of his daggers in front of the third prince.
The third prince was stunned immediately,
How could this happen?
Zheng Fan yawned,
slowly said:
“But the Savage King also said something, oh, maybe you don’t know. He said, if I encounter you when I attack the Naiman tribe, I will never let you go, nor will I listen to your words and let you leave.
He said, you are inferior to him, but you are not as good as him. , that is, the so-called drag of the clan father and brother, and lack of character;
However, once the Naiman tribe is destroyed, you will no longer be a drag, and in the future, there will be another barbarian king in the snowfield. .
I said I’m not afraid. If there’s another one, I’ll just deal with it.
He said,
Are you afraid of trouble? ”
Zheng Fan leaned back slightly,
looked sideways at the blue sky,
asked and answered himself:
"Yes, I'm afraid Annoying.”
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Good night, everyone.