Chapter 1088 Blood Fox

Nalan Dingdong didn't expect that Mu Xianjun's final choice was not to rush back to Mu Mansion to see Mu Guangling. After Mu Zihuan went back, in order to protect himself, he couldn't say that he would take risks. Nalan's serial plan was originally to make the Mu family turn against him, at least Mu Guangling, who wanted to make trouble, would not be at peace.

Or because Mu Xianjun saw through Nalan's strategy, so he just sent a powerful subordinate to Mu Mansion to report the news.

"If you don't go back to Mu Mansion, you're not afraid that the people you sent back won't be able to catch up, so let Mu Zihuan go back first? Although Mu Zihuan's cultivation is not very strong, after all, he is a person trusted by your father, and if he sneaks attack, your father may not be guarded. ”

Nalan asked with some curiosity.

"His cultivation, how can Mu Zihuan and the like be hurt? Even if he was defenseless, Mu Zihuan didn't have that ability. Moreover...... Trust? Who has he trusted over the years? ”

Mu Xianjun's tone was a little gloomy, and Nalan Dingdong keenly caught a very unusual word in his words...... He. Mu Xianjun did not use the word father when mentioning Mu Guangling as before, but used him. This other word can very well reflect Mu Xianjun's state of mind at this time.

Mu Fu's attack on the Red Eyebrow Army undoubtedly dealt a big blow to this young man who had always been arrogant. In fact, this is not unrelated to his transformation in the past year or so, if it was before, Mu Xianjun would never think that Mu Guangling had anything wrong with the Red Eyebrow Army. As the head of the Mu Mansion, the interests of the Mu Mansion must be put first at any time. Now that the armies in Eastern Xinjiang have already shown signs of considering the Black Flag Army, if they do not take any more action, Mufu's dominance in Eastern Xinjiang will be in jeopardy.

But the current Mu Xianjun is different from before.

After the battle on Penglai Island, his state of mind changed dramatically. When he witnessed the five thousand brave men who fought to the last moment to defend their homeland and country, how could his mood not be affected? He fought side by side with the five thousand strong men, and the blood of those soldiers was sprinkled on every inch of Penglai Island, and it was also splashed on his body and his face, the blood was hot, how could he not be moved?

In the battle of Penglai Island, he saw the most shocking side of human nature.

In the last days of the Battle of Penglai Island, the defenders of the island lost supplies and support, and they fought with the foreigners with strong ships and guns on their hungry stomachs, and no one could imagine how those soldiers held out at the last moment. Until now, Mu Xianjun can't forget the shriveled lower abdomen wrapped tightly in cloth strips, and he can't forget the hands that hold weapons but keep shaking.

Hunger, despair.

The most terrible things in the world did not defeat the soldiers, and the great strength of the foreigners did not defeat them. They used their deaths to write the proudest dignity in the world.

Nalan Dingdong didn't see the tragedy of that battle, but he could imagine how the five thousand Mufu soldiers were responsible. Yes, that's the responsibility of the military. Maybe they used to be powerful in the local area, maybe they used to oppress the good, maybe they beat the old people and bullied the women, but on that island, their past mistakes were washed away by blood.

Soldiers are always an incomprehensible group.

When disaster strikes, most soldiers remember their mission.

It is the brilliance in human nature that makes Mu Xianjun, who was originally full of gloom in his heart, obviously transform. Perhaps, this change was not even noticed by him. He never thought that in fact, when he began to dislike Mu Guangling's attack on the Red Eyebrow Army, and even when he began to dislike Mu Guangling's attack on other teams in the past, he had gradually distanced himself from his father, and from his Mu Mansion, who once dreamed of becoming the master.

"Foreigners will attack at night."

Perhaps Mu Xianjun didn't want to continue the topic about his father, so he pointed to the foreigner camp in the distance: "You see, there is still a team behind the foreigner camp to assemble again, and next to the assembled team, you can see the smoke floating up, obviously waiting for the meal." ”

Mu Xianjun looked sideways at the sunset in the west: "It's not far from getting dark, I guess those foreigners will eat after dark." And an hour after the meal, it is probably time for the foreigners to attack. ”

Nalan Dingdong knew that what Mu Xianjun said was right, after more than a year of battle, this pampered young master of Mu Mansion had become more and more mature.

If you start attacking after eating, the first is that it is not dark enough. The second is that people will always be a little tired after eating, and the food has been digested almost in an hour after the meal, but the physical strength is the most abundant.

"Weird, isn't it?"

Nalan Dingdong said: "According to common sense, night attacks are all after the time of the child. At that time, people were the most sleepy and difficult to concentrate, but it seemed that foreigners did not plan to wait until after the child hour. ”

Mu Xianjun put down his clairvoyance: "I don't know why the foreigners arranged it like this, but I know that if you suddenly lead the troops out to rush out after half an hour, those foreigners who are eating will definitely not have time to take precautions." ”

Nalan Dingdong couldn't help laughing: "No wonder the soldiers of the Red Eyebrow Army obey you so much, it turns out that you are not only beautiful face." ”

Mu Xianjun frowned, glanced at Nalan Dingdong, but didn't seem to bother to say anything.

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In fact, there was no mistake in the command of the war in Eastern Xinjiang, and this old man had done his best to maximize the interests of the foreigners. He was keenly aware of the contradictions between Mufu and the rest of the Han Chinese ranks, so he began to take advantage of them. Although the advance speed of the foreigner army in Eastern Xinjiang was far less than that of the attack on Eastern Chu, in most of the wars, the foreigners did not suffer losses.

But it is clear that Lyman the Great, the helmsman of this powerful empire, was not satisfied with Thurence's performance.

Therefore, he asked Xiurens to lead his troops to continue to fight Mufu head-on, and handed over the most plucked nail of the Phoenix Platform that was thrown behind to others. This person is a young man who is only twenty-five years old, a young man who looks arrogant and does not let his jaw droop so slightly.

His name was Schweinger.

Under the tent of Lyman the Great, there were also generals younger than him. But under Lyman the Great, there was no one who was younger than him, or as young as him, who was more important than his military exploits. This young man of aristocratic blood, who had been in the army since he was sixteen years old, made people feel his difference from the moment he picked up arms and put on his military uniform. He seems to have been born for war, arrogance is only his character, and ruthlessness is his means.

"Thurence is too old."

Schweiinger, who is 1.9 meters tall, is not as strong as he looks foreigner, on the contrary, although he is tall, he is so thin that he looks like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness. He has the white skin peculiar to foreigners, has short hair that is slightly curled, his golden eyebrows are not very rich, and his dark blue eyes always hide an unexpected violence.

As a nobleman, his temperament does not have a bit of rustic. He knows how to show the noble side of a man, so he doesn't want his white gloves to be stained with a little blood, even when he kills with his own hands. This is a very strange phenomenon, in his eyes, blood is never a pure thing, but dirty. Or maybe he really thinks that the blood in his body is different from those who are lowly.

"Your Majesty always praised Thurence in front of us, saying that although he was old, he was a knife that he never forgot to sharpen himself. When I was younger, I admired old people like him, because they had played a great role in the rise of the empire. But it's a pity that the years are something that no one can stop, old is old, and if it's not useful, it's useless. ”

Schweinger shook the glass in his hand and watched the red wine hanging from the wall slowly reced.

"Thurence is still sticking to a very backward tactic, and he thinks that we can defeat the Han with our superior weapons, which is obviously wrong. A soldier's sense of honor can sometimes boost a person's fighting spirit more than the superiority in weapons. Obviously, the Han people are like that. ”

He glanced outside and smiled: "So, if you want to defeat the Han people, you have to be more combative than them." But more importantly, it is more cunning than the Han people showed on the battlefield. ”

"I asked a team of 10,000 people to wait outside for dinner, and guess what the Han guards on the wall of Fenghuangtai would think of if they saw this scene?"

He asked.

One of the generals standing below him respectfully bowed his head and said, "Honorable Marquis, they will think that you are going to send troops to attack at night. ”

"And then?"

Schweinger asked.

The subordinate thought for a moment: "Will the defense be strengthened?" ”

"No"

Schweiinger shook his head: "Your thoughts are still too fixed, just like those stones on the wall of Phoenix Terrace, they won't move." I have carefully observed the command style of the Han guard general these days, and he is a very cunning man. So, we're going to take advantage of this cunning. I deliberately let them see that, if nothing else, the Han people would rush out of the Phoenix Terrace after an hour, because they would feel that they would be very lax in their precautions while we were eating. ”

"It was just dark at that time."

He smiled, a hint of red wine hanging from the corner of his mouth, like a trace of blood.

Viteg

He looked at his subordinate and ordered: "There is still about an hour before the Han attack is left, I will give you half an hour to assemble your team and set up an ambush in the high slope jungle five miles west of the camp. If you are lucky enough to kill the Han Chinese guards, I don't mind writing your name in the military bulletin presented to Your Majesty. ”

"You're a baron now?"

He asked.

The face of the foreign general named Viteg immediately became excited, and his lips trembled slightly: "Yes, Lord Marquis, I inherited my father's title. ”

"Hmm"

Schweiinger waved his hand: "Go, after this battle, maybe I will call you Lord Viscount." ”

He looked at the red wine in the glass, which reflected a very strange red under the lamp: "After the war starts, I will personally lead troops to support you, don't worry, I will not take the credit that belongs to you." Because I need my subordinates to be loyal enough to me, I will not be stingy to ask for credit for you. ”

"The Imperial Battle Banner is a merit book, which records everyone who has made war exploits for the Empire. Naturally, there will be a name like Thurence on it, but I hope that in the future your name will be ahead of him. ”

Schweinger smiled: "That way, I will also feel honored." ”

"Yes!"

Viteg gave a military salute: "I will never disappoint your expectations of me, and tonight, I will let the Han people know what fear is." ”