The private camp of the tribal alliance under the barberry village, in the early morning.

Of course, the pigeon can only be used as an embellishment, so that the food of Hou Mo Chen Yue, the temporary team leader in the big tent, looks a little different, and the main meal is still mutton jerky and naan cakes.

However, this is enough for Hou Mo Chen Yue's team leader to be a little happy, although the entire encirclement and suppression has only been carried out for four days, but he has long had enough of the taste of entering the grassland and tearing the dried mutton all day long.

Called the private soldiers directly under him who had a good relationship on weekdays, of course, he couldn't forget the soldier on duty who contributed roast pigeon meat, and a few people ate it in the big tent.

Although it is a long-standing rule that alcohol is not allowed during the march, who will compare this with the team composed of more than a dozen tribal private soldiers?

Even bragging and complaining, as soon as he sat down, he sat until the darkest time before dawn, the big tent was suddenly swollen by the morning breeze of the grassland, and a cold wind poured in, and Hou Mo Chen Yue was a little sober.

Although the wind outside was a little manic, it was surprisingly quiet inside, and a strange feeling slowly spread in Hou Mo Chen Yue's heart, as if the camp was empty, and only himself was left.

Although he wanted to go outside to confirm whether his feelings were true, but the hangover Yu Wei was thrown in, Hou Mo Chen Yue's legs were weak, and he struggled a few times, but he still sat down heavily.

Zilong took all the brothers of Funiu Village out of the nest, and on the way he solved the two teams of private soldiers who were on patrol duty, and crouched low in the barren grass, slowly spreading towards the various camps.

Niu Ichiro deliberately chose a camp tent, which is said to be the culprit who caused his injury and poisoning, and Niu Ichiro wanted to cut off this miscellaneous piece with his own hands.

Although Zilong promised to be captured, he also gave an explanation to the people of Funiu Village before leaving, and the villagers listened to Zilong's words, of course, they understood that this was a major event related to whether they could have a beautiful new start in the future, and no one dared to make a mistake.

But Niu Yilang was bitter and hateful, and after repeatedly restraining himself, he still couldn't help but put forward his own request to Zilong, Zilong looked at Niu Yilang's appearance, and reluctantly acquiesced to his revenge plan.

And Zilong's target was the big tent of the Chinese army, and he wiped a few soldiers on duty who were dozing, and Zilong leaned on the big tent and made a gesture to everyone.

Silence!

Stretched out three fingers, one by one closed into the palm of the palm, and after the last little finger was also closed, Zilong took the lead in shouting, and it was agreed to use the shout as a signal, which was the order to do it.

Hou Mo Chen Yue was leaning on the pillar of the big tent, drowsy, tired and bored for several days, so that his body and mind were already tormented.

The silence in the tent was the best medicine for him to hypnotize himself, but the silence was broken.

Suddenly there was an earth-shattering shout in the camp, and then more than a dozen people rushed to the big tent, and without saying a word, they first pulled out their waist knives and gave the sleeping private soldier a hard blow.

Of course, Hou Mo Chen Yue was not spared, and even received special care from Zilong, when Zilong thundered three times and landed on the back of Hou Mo Chen Yue's neck, the severe pain and the cold wind that everyone poured into the big tent finally made Hou Mo Chen Yue completely sober.

Looking at the swords and soldiers, Hou Mo Chen Yue was shocked into a cold sweat, although he was already awake, he was no longer able to stand up!

Although the sneak attack in the big tent went very smoothly, the camp melee outside was not too smoothly completed.

The information given by the three young leaders of the Tribal Alliance was reliable, but there was no guarantee that everyone would stick to their tents.

In groups of three or five, you come and go, and you have a good relationship mixed in one camp, which is unavoidable.

Niu Erlang happened to encounter this situation, and suddenly rushed to the camp tent, and found that the camp tent, which should have only two or three people, was crowded with private soldiers who were shouting, drinking, and guessing.

Niu Erlang was numb all of a sudden, and his first reaction was to quickly withdraw from the camp with four or five of his men, and then was chased all the way by Yijiao's private soldiers and circled around the camp.

The private soldiers who escaped the sneak attack quickly rushed out of the camp, and saw that Niu Erlang was being chased by other comrades in a panic, of course, they wanted to take the opportunity to join and beat the water dogs.

The private soldiers gathered more and more, and the villagers also merged into Niu Erlang's fleeing team, and slowly melee together.

There are people around him who keep falling, Niu Erlang has forgotten Zilong's explanation, and he did not continue to play a game of cat and mouse with the private soldiers.

The result of the hard encounter was that people in the two teams kept being injured and quitting the battle, Niu Erlang struggled to support, but was surprised to find that someone would send him to the door by himself, but before he could make a move, he pretended to be injured and quickly retreated outside the battle circle.

Niu Erlang finally remembered what Zilong said, "There are installed eyeliners in the private soldiers, don't get hurt by mistake!" ”

This time, Niu Erlang finally reacted, what kind of effort did he fight with here?

So he fought and retreated, and slowly led the pursuers into the predetermined assembly position, and saw that there were also people and pursuers coming from other directions.

Slowly adjusted the direction with the private soldiers who were chasing them, and the private soldiers were surrounded by Niu Erlang and the gathered villagers.

Under the confrontation between the two, the private soldiers had a slight advantage, and they were injured a lot by their comrades from time to time, they should be glad that Zilong had strictly explained to the villagers, not to take people's lives easily, so that they had to save their lives.

Although the private soldiers were weak, they were all formally trained, and they still refused to surrender in the face of disadvantages, and the battle gradually stalemate.

One side was caught off guard, and someone else was at a disadvantage, but the other party was hindered by Zilong's words, so he couldn't hurt his hand.

Such a strange balance is all the more strange in the coldest and darkest hours before dawn.

Suddenly, Zilong came to the outside of the battle circle with a few captives in the big tent and shouted, "Stop! Hou Mo Chen Yue was arrested, and he still dared to resist? ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the flag of the Chinese army in front of the big tent was cut off by Qi Gen, and there was a loud bang, which was also very harsh in the melee.

The private soldiers were attracted by this voice, and when they looked up, they saw that the team flag had indeed been put down, which meant that the team leader had lost, and everyone instantly lost their will to fight and put down their weapons one after another.

At this time, the sky was gradually brightening, Hou Mo Chen Yue looked at the several corpses lying on the grass and the private soldiers who had been disarmed in front of him, and a burst of qi and blood surged, and he actually spurted out old blood and fell down.

"What the hell is going on?"

This is Hou Mo Chen Yue's last cry and doubt in this battle, he really doesn't understand how the siege, which was originally slightly advantageous, turned into a sneak attack and was put in the camp.

Of course, Zilong didn't bother to explain to him, so he asked everyone to pick up the military uniforms of the private soldiers, and bundled them into grasshoppers on a rope one by one, looking at the slowly rising sun, feeling the last trace of cold on the grassland this night, and full of spirit.

As for the hardly armed slave cannon fodder, they did not let the people of the barberry village persuade them, so they changed their flags one after another, threw themselves under the barberry village, and by the way, gave a few old punches full of resentment to the private soldiers who usually acted in front of them.

The sun was rising, and Zilong in the big tent listened to Niu Yilang's excited report on the results of the battle, and looked at the blood stains on his hands that had not yet dried up, Zilong nodded with satisfaction.

During the battle, one hundred and sixty private soldiers were captured, including twelve young team leaders from various tribes, including the temporary team leader Hou Mo Chen Yue and four Fei Lianbo's henchmen.

A total of 234 surrendered slaves, most of whom did not need to be tied, and directly joined the ranks of the prisoners who were obliged to escort the prisoners, so naturally some special care was indispensable.

The grain and grass are full of three carts, with some scattered five baht in between, the swords and soldiers are more abundant, and the bow and crossbow are the most, it seems that Hou Mo Chen Yue has great hopes for the tactics of attacking the east and the west, but unfortunately it was brutally broken by the two big pots of oil.

There are thirty tents, and there are two hundred war horses, I really don't know how Hou Mo Chen Yue planned to launch cavalry tactics in the mountains, it must be very eye-opening.

Leave the grain, grass, military salaries and camp tents in Funiu Village, these things Fei Lian Bo Ke did not say that they had to be handed over, and let the cannon fodder slaves decide to stay, and most of them chose to stay in Funiu Village.

This is what Zilong likes to see, and in order to achieve this effect, he also deliberately made a mobilization, which is very simple, but also very tempting.

"Those who stay in Funiu Village, when I return from Tucheng, can get their own Juntian, as long as they don't leave Funiu Village, no one will compare your slave status!"

After saying a few words, he immediately asked all the slaves to be grateful to Zilong, and Baba knelt down and expressed his willingness to stay, and when he counted carefully, there were two hundred people.

As for the thirty-four people who did not want to stay, the reason was also the same, they were all barbarians in the Western Regions, and they wanted to return to their hometowns to continue to live in pursuit of water and grass, and of course Zilong did not stop them.

As soon as the matters were arranged, Zilong and the slaves left behind first chose a place to rest in the Funiu Village, temporarily stayed in the tent, and then selected a hundred Funiu Zhai people to escort the private soldiers to the Tucheng.

The march was very slow, and after noon, a flying pigeon landed in the captive group, and Zilong saw it, grabbed it, and pulled out a silk silk from the pigeon's feet.

Hou Mo Chen Yue looked at the pigeon that flew away leisurely, and his heart suddenly sudden, how could he forget the most conspicuous embellishment in last night's meal.

At this time, thinking about it carefully, I actually missed an obvious detail, and I couldn't help but have the idea of strangling myself.

The flying pigeon did not fall into the hands of Zilong, but fell into the group of captives, which made Hou Mo Chen Yue even more suspicious, and peeked at it, and found that it was one of the people who impulsively led the troops yesterday and prepared to go up the mountain to sneak attack.

All the details kept flashing in Hou Mo Chen Yue's heart, and finally became a conspiracy that he never noticed but hidden, damn, I wanted to see other people's jokes, but in fact, I was played into a joke.

After reading the silk silk, Zilong casually put it into his arms, and when he got up, he patted the man's shoulder, which made Hou Mo Chen Yue even more convinced that he was being given yin, and it was so obvious that he was yin.

"Listen, if anyone dares to use this thing to exchange information with the Alliance, be careful that my long knife doesn't have long eyes!"

Hou Mo Chen Yue heard Zilong's words like this, and snorted coldly in his heart: "Are you still pretending?" ”

Without saying anything all the way, Zilong led the team to three miles outside Tucheng, ordered to rest on the spot, looked at Tucheng in the distance, and muttered: "Fei Lianbo, what kind of conspiracy are you going to play?" ”

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