In the middle of the sea, the Coastal Hermit rode on a whale with Visheja and sailed towards the land in the wind and waves.

"Master, didn't you say that you wanted to help the descendants of the old ones, why are you leaving again?" Vaishya was a little unwilling.

He is young and hasn't traveled much, and he is the farthest away from Dongying, and the customs are very different from those in Liaodong.

He was having fun and caught a leopard as a mount, and when the master returned to his residence, he said that he would go back.

"The ancestor of the Xu family does have a relationship with our faction." The coastal hermit stood in front against the wind, blocking the apprentice's young body: "If there is danger, the master must take action." ”

"Do you want to kill someone?" Vaishya tilted his head and whimsized.

"Whoever kills is the descendant of the Han people. But a lesson to be taught to those who are not pure-minded is certain. The corner of the seamit's mouth twitched.

"Now that the old man has cured the stubborn disease on your face, I came here to find a main medicine."

"It seems that it hasn't been here for forty or fifty years, and Yamatai is still the same. Luckily, she had found a good place to belong, and we went back. ”

"Oh!" Vishaja's face was full of displeasure, and he quickly raised his head curiously: "Master, you won't take me back over there, that's it..."

He didn't have much time to communicate with people, and his vocabulary was poor, so he couldn't think of what to say for a while.

"The old man himself has no fixed residence," the coastal hermit shook his head, "I will take you to meet a few old friends, and also go to meet the enemy." ”

Enemy? Is that to fight and kill? Vishaja's face was full of smiles, the place where the tumor used to grow was no different from that of an ordinary child, except that the skin appeared red.

The climate in Liaodong is too cold, and both the Central Plains and the locals can't stand it.

Murong Huai saw those soldiers who were shivering from the cold and still rushed forward to the wall of the Han army, and there was no expression on his face.

"Father, are you going to send some elite soldiers out?" Murong was very unbearable to see, and those subordinates were like cutting wheat, and they were easily driven down by the Han army.

Some of the ladders were burned and still smoking, and some of the soldiers fell into the traps so that they could not even make a sound.

"Ignorance!" Murong Huai reprimanded: "The other party's high-end force is obviously much stronger than us, and you let our soldiers who have worked so hard to train go to death?" ”

"After this battle, how will our department compete with other tribes?"

"Father, the children don't think it's much use to go on like this, their high-end combat power is always a threat." Murong was injured and argued.

He suddenly felt that his past self was too weak, and he was submissive at any time, so that his father could not look down on him.

"How many people were there at first?" Murong Huai replied lightly: "We have long sent people out to form an encirclement, and now we are attacking from all sides, so that the Han army is exhausted. ”

"If 10,000 people brag about their father, how many of them will be able to go back?"

"Father, are you deliberately showing weakness?" Murong hurt and stammered.

Murong Huai didn't answer, remembering the first tribal war, with 3,000 people against the opponent's 20,000 people.

At that time, no one on the grassland knew about the small tribe of the Murong Tribe, and the father in the tribe was barely a third-rate martial artist, and he and the others had just built the foundation.

In that battle, the other party was the conqueror, and he and others fought to the death in order not to be exterminated.

In the end, his own tribe won, and even the king of Xianbei, Tan Shihuai, knew that there was such a brave and warlike tribe under his command, and he was ready to transfer to the west road to seize more territory.

However, in that battle, Murong Ministry's heritage was exhausted, and his father died of his injuries shortly after the war.

If it weren't for the prestige of the Murong tribe of 3,000 against 20,000 and exterminating the other party's clan, maybe some tribes would have taken advantage of the troubled waters to fish, and there would have been no tribe of their own in the world for a long time.

War is the most tempering person, wake up the surviving soldiers' combat power has increased greatly, and the martial arts that have not made much progress since they built the foundation have been raised a lot, and it is logical to accept the position of leader.

Originally, in another one or two decades, when Murong Hurt and this group of people grew up, that would be when Murong was famous all over the world.

The Han army is really too insidious, and it actually came to occupy my land at this juncture.

If they are not exterminated, then their own tribe will border the Han people in the future, and I don't know how much bullying they will suffer.

How similar is the reckless behavior of his own tribe back then to today's Han Hu Xianbei Lieutenant.

Murong Huai knows very well the urine of the border counties of the Han army, they are all good at playing defensive battles, but is it good in Jiancheng?

This is in the wilderness, the Han army temporarily built a small camp, and wanted to retreat by themselves?

I have to harass you day and night, see how your ordinary soldiers can't fight, how the high-end force died in my hands!

Thinking of the end, his hand squeezed unconsciously and gurgled, so frightened that Murong Injury next to him didn't know what was going on.

While Murong Huai was looking at the Han army camp, Zhao Meng was silently looking at the book of soldiers.

"Casualties come out?" Seeing a soldier hurrying in, he looked up and asked, "Have the injured brothers been properly treated?" ”

"Back to Dashuai, at present, our army has killed thirty-seven people, and one brother fell off the city wall and fell into a trap by himself." The soldier's face was heavy: "There are more than five hundred wounded brothers. ”

So much? Zhao Meng was stunned. Five hundred, at least fifty people are needed to take care of them.

"Where's the Strategist?" He is the soul of an army, and what is needed at this moment is to stabilize the morale of the army and not be in a hurry on the surface.

"Marshal, the old man of the military advisor arranged for the brothers to change the guard." The soldier replied very respectfully.

Not only him, but all the brothers in the camp often saw that slightly thin figure running non-stop. Orders were also issued in an orderly manner, and the attacks of the Hu people were curbed again and again.

Changing of the guard? Zhao Meng smiled bitterly in his heart, he was not a qualified commander, and he had forgotten such an obvious thing.

The enemy's purpose is very clear, that is, to fight a war of attrition and exchange wounds for wounds.

If the soldiers had been tense, there might have been a roar.

Seventeen prohibitions and fifty-four slashes, so that the soldiers are worried about life, and the mental depression over the years can be imagined.

On the other hand, it is very dark in many armies, with officers wantonly oppressing soldiers, veterans ganging up to oppress recruits, and military personnel forming gangs and fighting openly and covertly, and contradictions have accumulated year after year, all of which are pressed by military discipline.

Especially at the time of the Great War, when everyone's life and death were uncertain, and they didn't know when they would return to the West, the spirit at this time was simply on the verge of collapse.

"It's hard work, you go down." Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stopped again: "Wait, take Ben Shuai to see the injured brothers." ”

In this barracks, he is the boss. No matter how busy the herald is, since the marshal said it, he has to let go of the big things to accompany him.

In a moment, Zhao Meng was in addition to his own camp. (To be continued.) )