The third prince was already dumbfounded at this time, he never expected that the countermeasures and strains he came up with in the tent after being captured would end up like this.

From Uncle Zheng's mouth, he learned two amazing facts;

The Savage King, who does not seem to have been escorted to Yanjing as rumored, is likely to be in the hands of Uncle Zheng;

Moreover, the Savage King seems to have taken refuge in Uncle Zheng, and is giving advice to Uncle Zheng, and even the plan of the Yan Army's attack on the Barbarian Department in the Snow Customs was formulated by the Savage King himself.

For a while, an icy chill swept from the backbone of the third prince, and this chill did not come from his imminent death, but a kind of despair.

If the savage king submits to the feet of Hirano Bo,

That whole snowfield,

What else can there be?

What more hope can you have?

No one knows the horror of the Savage King better than the Third Prince, and in the eyes of the Third Prince, even if the Savage King fails in the end, it is by no means the defeat of the Savage King himself.

Because what the Savage King is facing is a terrifying Yan Kingdom, and at the same time, it is still a plate of scattered snowfields.

But as long as Xueyuan can give up his prejudices, unite and give more support to the Savage King, the situation in Xueyuan will not collapse to such a point.

If the snow customs is not lost, or it can be snatched back in time at that time, the snow field can still hold the initiative over the Jin land, and it will not be the current situation, the Yan people can directly send troops if they want to fight.

"Hehehe............ Hahahahaha............ha

The third prince suddenly laughed,

Reached

He grabbed the dagger that Xue San threw in front of him.

At this time, there was no humility on his face, and he did not kowtow and beg for mercy, but on the contrary, he looked very open.

This change in the scene,

Zheng Fan felt a little surprised,

The third prince in front of him seems to have suddenly changed as a person,

The appearance has not changed,

But temperament,

Right

is temperamental, completely different from before.

Everyone needs a mask, some people need one mask for a lifetime, and some people need many.

The third prince has taken off his mask,

This was once praised by the Savage King as the "genius" of the savage in the past, and now he really has that bearing.

"Uncle, you Dayan is reckless, and your ending in the future may not be much better than mine."

Zheng Fan yawned and nodded.

I didn't refute it, but admitted it very frankly.

It's all here, and it's really boring to argue and discuss with the person in front of you, and at the same time, what is the future of Dayan, and what does it have to do with him Pingyebo?

In front of Uncle Zheng, there may be Cao Cao or Sima Yi standing, but it will definitely not be Grandpa Yue.

The third prince obviously didn't deliberately curse Zheng Fan before he died, he was not a person who couldn't afford to lose, this person, in his bones, still had a touch of innocence that should not belong to a savage.

He continued:

"But come to think of it, in time, the snow field will be reduced to your Uncle Zheng's pasture, and the people of my Holy Clan will also be reduced to your Uncle Zheng's foot slaves.

Muddy for hundreds of years,

The fate of my holy family,

After all, you still can't be mastered by yourself.

Such a day, but it is fine;

Such a snowfield, don't look at it;

Don't want such a life! ”

The last three sentences, the third prince shouted.

The last word shouted,

He grabbed the dagger and plunged it into his heart.

"Poof!"

cut

It didn't penetrate too deeply, and the third prince was in pain, so painful that his whole face was distorted.

Last night, he once said that it is useless to be a scholar.

Now he has really tasted the bitterness of being a scholar, he doesn't know martial arts, he has been weak since he was a child, and he has not tempered his muscles and bones, if he is not the son of the barbarian king, his fate will be like many newborn and weak babies on the snow field, deliberately abandoned by his parents into the wild, and taken by wolves.

But what he never expected was that

At this moment,

He even committed suicide,

They all seem a little powerless.

The blood was flowing, dripping onto the dagger, and then flowing down the dagger to the palm of his hand, and he could clearly feel a feeling of dampness and heat coming from the palm of his hand.

But even if he doesn't practice martial arts, he knows that he is still a long time away from death.

When you want to die, you can't die simply, and it's really a torment in front of everyone.

Zheng Fan saw the third prince's face, and it turned red, not because of the injury, but because of ...... Mortified.

The third prince seemed to want to try to pull out the dagger and give himself another knife, or hold the dagger and stir it inside himself again.

however

He just moved the dagger,

The wound trembled,

Immediately, the pain made his whole body tremble.

"Hiss........."

The third prince gasped, and the spasms of his body caused his palm to seem to be out of force.

Suicide is not a simple task, especially with a cold weapon.

Zheng Fan couldn't help but think of the TV series he watched in his previous life, where any female character could wipe her neck with a knife at every turn, and blood was splashed, which was really unrealistic.

However, Uncle Zheng suddenly felt that it was a little inappropriate for him to desert at this time, and he was a little too disrespectful to the prince in front of him.

The third prince looked at Xue San with a pleading gaze,

It's not a plea for mercy,

Rather, it is difficult to say:

"Please...... Please help me ......... General"

Xue San looked at the third prince and said with a smile:

"It's poisonous on the dagger, but it's chronic, and if you wait, you'll die."

Xue San likes to play with poison very much, and quenching poison on his dagger and hidden weapon is even more commonplace, ordinary quick poison, to be honest, is not very useful in a master duel.

Because the master can control his own qi and blood to contract the muscles and close the acupoints, the rapid poison can be clearly perceived from the beginning, which is convenient for them to suppress the damage of the poison to a minimum.

And this slightly more chronic, soft knife cutting meat, take your time, at first you don't feel anything, and when you feel it, the toxin has already diffused.

This is a high-end dirty job that the third master plays.

Hearing this, the third prince nodded to Xue San with some gratitude.

And then

He turned his head to look at Wu Niangzi with some difficulty.

He really likes this Jindi woman, this woman, unlike other women on the snowfield, she is knowledgeable and reasonable, and she knows a little bit about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting;

When she is by her side, she can give herself an illusion.

As if I didn't live in the cold wind of the snowfield,

Instead, he sat in the white-walled and black-tiled courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.

The third prince was very grateful to her, grateful for the joy and beauty she had brought to him for so many days, without the slightest blasphemy of beauty.

Wu Niangzi now covered her mouth and knelt on the ground with a frightened expression.

She didn't take the initiative to stand in front of the third prince before,

Say what you want to kill the prince and kill me first!

did not go to the feet of Uncle Zheng, saying that she was willing to do everything for Uncle Zheng, such as cattle and horses, and only begged Uncle Zheng to spare the life of the third prince.

She didn't do anything because she was already frightened.

Such scenes, such scenes,

She's a woman's family,

It's already six gods without a master.

The third prince smiled at her a little reluctantly,

And then

Turning his head again,

looked at Zheng Fan, who was sitting in front of him.

Uncle Zheng sat on a chair, leaning back, crossed his legs, and crossed his hands on his knees.

The third prince was grateful, because this Yanren's uncle did not turn around and left, he was waiting for his final death.

Before dying, people are actually extremely sensitive, and they are also prone to a lot of sorrows.

"Uncle, Mrs. Wu, I haven't touched it."

The third prince said.

Xue San's ears trembled when he heard this.

The good of the Cao thief on the co-owner of his own family has even spread all over the snowfield?

"Please also uncle, spare her life."

In fact, no matter how much the outside world misunderstands him, Uncle Zheng will not admit that he really has that kind of habit.

Not to mention anything else, the Hakka family at home also wants to have a look, a figure, a figure, a charm and charm, but he has always been "as guarded as jade".

When your feelings may involve the demon king, you can't help but be cautious.

Uncle Zheng stretched out his finger and pointed to Wu Niangzi, who was kneeling there, and said:

"If it is Jin Min, he will return to his nationality."

Although the blind man has not yet figured out a formal and specific method for the disposal of the slaves of the Jin people in the Snow Field, he has already communicated with Zheng Fan about the spirit of this.

That is, when the Jin slaves returned to the Snow Customs, they would directly break away from the slave status and be given land to cultivate.

At present, what is most lacking in Snow Customs today is actually the population, preferably its own population.

Savages can be used, but they can only be used as laborers, and at least for now, it is not realistic to absorb savages as their own.

And the Jin people, you rescued him, you helped him, and when the interests are shared, they will inevitably follow you to the death.

Therefore, this time to send troops, on the one hand, Uncle Zheng felt that his face was beaten by the barbarian department, and Uncle Zheng had a bad temper, so he naturally had to withdraw it tenfold.

On the other hand, it is to take this opportunity to stand up and warn many tribes in the snow field to make concessions on the issue of treating Jin slaves, after all, when the wild people entered the customs last time, God knows how many people were looted, in short, the small half of the country is basically ten rooms and nine empty.

The third prince nodded reassuringly,

And then smiling,

Raise your head,

Look at the blue sky overhead.

He wanted to keep the smile alive until he died.

But he found that this movement, this posture, is really tiring now.

He was so tired that he couldn't breathe.

So, he had to bow his head again and speak:

"Uncle, I want to make a poem."

In the end, a savage with the heart of a literati, even before death, wants to deliberately maintain his own dignity.

Uncle Zheng nodded,

Road:

"Okay."

The third prince took a deep breath,

There is a complex and deep light in his eyes,

forthwith

Let out a long sigh,

Then

Mouth:

“…………”

He's dead.

He didn't read a word of his poem, just fixed on the expression of the poem.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!!!"

Wu Niangzi finally couldn't help crying at this time.

Zheng Fan, who was sitting with his back on the chair, looked at the third prince who was dead and still there with his mouth open.

Suddenly, I felt that this posture, this picture, was very beautiful.

It's not tragic, it's not bleak, and it's even hard to resonate with anyone.

Because there are not many people who really understand this picture.

In addition to Zheng Fan, several people,

No one else knows,

The dead savage man in front of him,

It was the savage king himself who said that he wanted to kill, and it was certified by the savage king himself, and if you let it go, it will inevitably become my existence in the future.

His death,

Let Zheng Fan have a kind of strangulation of a "hero" with his own hands......

No

It's not appropriate,

strangled a ...... with his own hands Era!

Perhaps, even if the third prince survives this time, he may not really be able to rise in the future, he may die from a fall from a horse, die of an assassination, die of a disease, and die of a betrayal, so that it is impossible for him to go that way according to the Savage King's vision.

But no matter what,

Myself

strangled all possibilities with his own hands.

Zheng Fan looked at Xue San,

Xue San also cast his eyes on his master,

"Lord?"

"Remember what he looks like now, go back and carve a stone sculpture for me, I want to collect it."

"Hoo ........."

When the third master heard this, he only felt that his tail bones were about to shake, if there was any.

The content of these words, as well as the look on his face when he said this, made the third master feel that his master was really perverted.

However, I really liked it.

"Rest assured, the Lord has all recorded it in the minds of his subordinates."

Uncle Zheng nodded,

Command the left and right:

"Set up camp on the spot, I'll sleep for a while."

After that,

He rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair, cupped his cheeks, and closed his eyes.

Too lazy to find a place,

I slept right here.

Time

There was silence all around,

Whether it was the prisoners who were being held in the vicinity or the Ke Yanbu warriors around them, they all subconsciously lowered their steps and tried not to make a sound as much as possible.

While he's asleep,

This world,

It should be silent.

……

"This matter, it's not all caused by you, you lead the troops to chase those escaped slaves, forget it, forget if you can't catch them, why do you still kill them when you chase them, and build up, you idiot, how can I have a stupid son like you!"

The barbarian king scolded his eldest son.

The news that just came,

The Yan army has broken through the pasture on the west side of the deep pond that originally belonged to the Anyang tribe, and the soldiers have actually approached the Naiman tribe.

The cause of all this is the misdeeds of his eldest son!

"Father, what's wrong with the son, those Jin slaves dare to betray the tribe and run away, they should be killed, they should be given a look, otherwise how will we manage the slaves in the tribe in the future?"

"You bastard, you stupid!"

King Naiban was so angry that he didn't want to speak anymore, and now that his third son's life and death were unknown, the blow to him was not insignificant.

"Father, don't worry, even if the Yan people send troops this time, he won't have too many troops, and my son is willing to lead my barbarian warriors to meet the enemy."

Peace to peace, alliance to alliance, just as Uncle Zheng has always wanted to deal with the Snow Plains tribe with his hands free, the leaders of the Snow Plains tribe have never been naïve enough to think that this peace can last forever.

Therefore, they also used their own means to find out the strength of the Snow Customs.

As far as they knew, there were not many soldiers and horses under the command of the Snow Customs.

But despite this, he was still terrifying, because behind that Pingye Bo, there was the Jingnan Marquis of the Yan people, and at the same time, the entire Yan country.

Even if a conflict with the Snow Customs can be won by their own side, then what if the Yan State sends a large army, or sends the Nanhou of the Yan State to fight the Snow Field again?

The Savage tribe of the Snow Plains, after losing the Savage King, had no centripetal force, and they simply couldn't organize a national war that could be fought against a huge country.

But the current situation must be dealt with, and the Yan army must not be allowed to fight here.

It's just that in the face of his eldest son's request to fight, the king of Naiban did not directly agree, but assigned one of his younger brothers as a general to lead the warriors of his headquarters to meet the enemy, and at the same time, let his eldest son and the second son, who has always been not in harmony with the eldest son, be the deputy general, and each lead his troops and horses to cooperate in the battle.

The king of Naiban knew very well that the more critical he was, the more he had to beware of his son.

After making these arrangements, the warriors of the clan began to prepare for the expedition.

This time, the king did not hesitate to divide the slaves and cattle in exchange for the help of other tribes, and asked them to return to their respective tribes to persuade their leaders to send troops.

Even, the king of Naiban gave an example he had heard from his third son before, called the cold lips and teeth.

After all this,

Some of the weary Nabarian kings returned to their tents.

The tent was so large that it could be divided into many small rooms.

The king went straight into the innermost part and saw a beautiful woman sitting there weaving a leather robe.

The woman was about thirty years old, dressed in red, and she sat there as if a light shone there, making the Nabarian King extremely intoxicated.

Although this woman failed to give birth to a child for herself, she firmly grasped the heart of the barbarian king.

The woman smiled at the barbarian king,

"Meow ......"

A cat meow came from under the bed, and then a black cat came out of it, which was her pet.

King Naiban sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze beginning to blur.

He saw himself and her rolling together,

He saw himself and her go to Wushan Yunyu together.

however

In fact

The Barbarian King just fell asleep, snoring.

The woman put down the leather coat in her hand, glanced at the Naiban King who was lying on her bed with a little disgust, and shook her head,

Road:

"It seems that something has happened to the barbarian department."

There were only two men in this tent, and one of them had fallen asleep.

But immediately, a third man's voice rang out:

"Do you regret it?"

The voice came from the black cat.

The woman stretched and did not rush to answer.

But the cat jumped directly on the bed, looked at the woman, and said:

"Hanahime, do you regret it?"

The woman was a little helpless, so she had to speak:

"You seem to want to hear from me the words I regret?"

"Yes."

"Do you need to talk about that?"

"Look at the man you chose, even if the tribe is in trouble, you still choose to come back here to find a woman, why were you blind and chose him?"

"I originally had a crush on his third son."

"As a result, people don't want you? And then you found someone's father? ”

"Yes, people don't want me, he is very wary of me, and he is also very vigilant, I take the initiative to give me a hug, he doesn't want it, then I have no choice, I can only go to his old son's bed and listen to him call me mother."

"Women, are they all so boring?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what should I do now, I heard that the army of the Yan people has reached the west side of the deep pool, and it is not too far from here."

"If you want to escape, it's still too late, I don't think the Nabarian Department will be able to stop the Yan people, and even if it is blocked this time, when the Yan people send a large army over again, the Nabarian tribe will still be destroyed after all.

These savage head nobles who did not follow the Savage King into the customs,

They don't know,

Yanren,

How ruthless it is!

It's good for you to let them take advantage,

If you let them suffer, even if it is just a little loss, the Yan people will do whatever it takes to get face back.

Their emperors, their marquis, their generals, are a bunch of madmen, outright madmen! ”

"Isn't it that you were almost eaten at the beginning, and you actually hold a grudge until now."

"If I had been one step slower, I would have been swallowed up by Pixiu under the crotch of the Northern Marquis of Yanren!!"

"I know, I know, you have been wronged, you have been wronged."

The woman picked up the half-knitted leather garment, examined the stitches carefully, and said:

"But I don't plan to leave, in my eyes, there is no difference between swallows and savages, they are both people anyway;

Just as we see in their eyes, it doesn't make a difference whether it's a cat or a fox, it's all a demon anyway.

This man ........."

The woman glanced again at the unconscious Nabarian King,

"He's gone, and when I chose him, I thought he was easy to control and easy to obey, and he really didn't disappoint me.

But now, since he's no longer useful, let's just throw it away. ”

"Don't go, don't run away?"

The cat's eyes flashed with suspicion, and then he was shocked:

"You want to stay?"

"Yes, I'm the princess, the delicate and beautiful princess, no matter how barbaric the Yan people are, after all, the soldiers are also men, I don't believe that Pingye Bo saw me after breaking into the king's tent here,

It won't be tempting to me. ”

Hanahime said this,

couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh "hehehe",

"Man, isn't that what it is?"

"Huh."

The black cat made a disdainful sound.

"What's the matter, you're not with me?"

"What am I doing with you? I still want to live a few more years, how difficult it is for us demons to open up their minds, I don't want to die so quickly. ”

"But the world is so big, where can we go without the barbarian department? Looking for another Barbarian King? Don't say I'm tired, it's these so-called clan leaders, with them, you can't even absorb the slightest noble spirit from him.

Even if he has a prince, it is useless at all!

Now

There is Pixiu in Yanjing, that kind of existence, which is the most sensitive to my demon clan, and likes to eat demons for a living;

The state of Chu has a fire phoenix, and there is no shortage of monsters in Daze, and it is very simple for those sorcerers of Chu to deal with us;

The Qi Refiners of the Qianguo are even more eager to destroy us one by one to accumulate their heaven and earth merits.

That Yanren Pingye Bo, but he was canonized by Emperor Yan himself, he should have a lot of extravagance, right?

You don't?

You really don't want to?

Can you really give up or not? ”

Talking and talking,

The woman couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her lips, which was particularly charming.

"Hua Ji, don't think about this world so simply, this is the world of people after all. What if that Hirano doesn't look down on you? ”

"How can you not look down on me? Unless he canonizes a eunuch as Uncle Hirano in the Yan Kingdom, or the wife of Uncle Hirano's family is more beautiful and moving than me, and she will serve men and please men better than me.

scold

You said

Is this possible? ”

……

The more than 7,000 soldiers and horses of Ke Yan's department have not moved in the past two days, and according to Zheng Fan's orders, they are actually waiting for the soldiers and horses of the Nabarian Department to come.

However, because of the previous capture, the harvest was quite abundant, so there was no need to worry about the lack of food, and because according to wartime customs, Uncle Zheng was also very proud to directly slaughter a lot of cattle and sheep from the spoils to reward them, so the morale of these warriors of the Keyan Department has always been very strong.

Uncle Zheng's ability to march and fight, because he didn't dare to let go of his actions, so, in fact, Zheng Fan himself didn't know what rank he was leading his troops to fight now?

But some stereotypical things, Zheng Fan still understands.

When going out on an expedition, military supplies are absolutely the top priority, and at any time, keeping the soldiers well fed and drunk is the most direct and effective way to maintain the will to fight.

And the army on the side of the Naiban tribe finally appeared on the second day, but the Naiban tribe did not attack directly, but began to spy on Zheng Fan's side in the form of a ranger.

Uncle Zheng didn't bother to play any sentry cavalry battle with them, he didn't bother to spend that energy, and continued to signal Brother Ke Yandong and Jin Shu to stand still.

Another day later, the servant soldiers and slave soldiers of the Naiban Department also arrived, and for a while, the size of the Naiban Army, which was in front of Uncle Zheng, had exceeded 20,000.

The difference in numbers between us and the enemy has been more than two, or even tripled.

You ask Uncle Zheng if he is panicked?

It's still a little panicked, but it's impossible to show it.

Uncle Zheng has one thing that is very commendable, that is, he rarely does things that he has no score, and if he wants to do it, he will do his own profession.

Like what

"How to be a good mascot and give full play to the maximum effect of the mascot",

In this matter,

Uncle Zheng definitely has a strong self-confidence, and he has practiced it!

It's not just that he killed the third prince and slept outside,

Over the next few days,

Uncle Zheng sat on a chair or simply made a small bed with a pile of hay, and slept at the gate of the camp in a grand manner.

This kind of behavior has indeed played a role in calming the morale of the military.

In addition, the barbarians have a natural chain of contempt for the savages, and at the same time, the barbarians are still convinced of the strength of the Yan people, seeing that this Yan people's uncle is also the new master of their own family so calm, everyone's hearts will be quiet.

No way

Who told this brute army to be pulled out to fight by itself before it had been reorganized?

If it was his own descendants, Uncle Zheng wouldn't have to do this at all.

Although it is difficult to catch a cold with the physique of the six-rank martial artist, the cold wind in the snowfield that blew for several nights in a row, Uncle Zheng's head was still a little swollen.

duration

An envoy was sent from the Nabarian Ministry to express his willingness to negotiate peace, and his posture was very low.

The barbarian tribe was willing to compensate the slaves and livestock to appease the anger of the plains.

Obviously, he has an advantage, but he still has to bow his head, Zheng Fan knows that the deterrence of all this comes from the banner of the Great Yan Black Dragon that he played.

Uncle Zheng was also very sensible, and cordially received the envoy of the Naiban Tribe, expressing his great expectation and desire for peace talks, and at the same time, expressing to the envoy the basic attitude of Dayan hoping for peaceful coexistence and good-neighborliness and friendship with the various tribes of the Snow Plain.

Just as the envoy of the Nabarian tribe was pleasantly surprised that he was about to complete the task, he was dumbfounded by the conditions.

Uncle Zheng asked,

First hand over the eldest prince of the Naiban Tribe, because he is the culprit of the massacre of the Jin people outside the Snow Customs, this kind of person, must be brought back to the Snow Customs, and at the same time, ask Emperor Yan to decree a trial.

In addition, the Naiban King was unfavorable and failed His Majesty Yanhuang to canonize him, but after all, the Naiban King was a prince, so he needed to set off in person, enter the Snow Customs, and then pass through Jindi, enter Yanjing, and personally ask His Majesty the Yan Emperor for guilt.

At last

Uncle Zheng patted his chest and elaborated on his yearning for peace and his expectations for a better future.

As if he had seen a ghost, the envoy left the Yan army camp in a daze.

Isn't that a ghost?

Hand over the Great Prince?

This, the conditions are very harsh, but the envoy feels that it is not completely hopeless, after all, there are really many sons of their own head.

Even if there is a third child missing, and then there is one less boss, there is still a litter.

And the power and ambition of the eldest prince are getting bigger and bigger, and he is actually already under the suspicion of the barbarian king.

But what the hell is it to hand over the Nabarian King?

Is this still a peace talk?

You can figure it out with your toes,

If the price of peace is to sacrifice one's own head, then how could one's own head be agreed to this so-called peace negotiation condition if he was not stunned by the stars?

stalemate, confrontation,

It lasted almost four days.

During these four days, the Yan army could not avoid the battle and hid in the camp.

Obviously, the camp is not strong, but it also depends on who to deal with, killing chickens with a knife, for savages, the barbarians who are not very good at camp tactics make a camp, which is enough for them to have a toothache.

After the negotiation failed,

The eldest prince of the Naiban tribe has led his troops to challenge twice near the camp, but the Yan army still has no intention of fighting, if you want to fight, you can just fight, anyway, even if the rations you carried when you set off are eaten, there are still so many previously captured grain and livestock here, I have food and drink, don't worry.

Another reason why the Nai Barbarian tribe began to gradually become presumptuous and actively provoked to fight was that they found that this Yan army seemed to be different from the Yan army they imagined.

This Yan army,

Actually their armor and weapons,

It's as shabby as your own!

The savages don't know that the barbarians have put them at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

So

They are now beginning to despise the barbarians.

And during this time, Uncle Zheng was still as immobile as a mountain.

He is counting the days, and Liang Cheng's detour should be successful.

The plan given by the Savage King is very important to grasp the time point.

Only by seizing this point in time can we defeat them at the least cost when they are at their weakest, and at the same time, we have to rush before reinforcements from other tribes arrive here.

Once the Naiban tribe is destroyed or defeated, the other tribes will not understand the truth of the cold lips and teeth, they only know that it is impossible for the Yan people to run to the snow field to graze, and if there is one less Nabarian tribe, the pasture vacated by the Naiban tribe and the population that escaped can be divided by them.

That's the reality,

Because of the rise and fall of the Savage King,

This process consumes more than more than 100,000 savages.

At the same time, a number of far-sighted and knowledgeable tribes were also lost.

The essence has been swept away, and the rest are short-sighted clans and leaders.

On the fifth day of the standoff,

A large number of sentry horses were released in the Yan army camp and began to suppress the savage sentry horses.

meantime

The spies trained by Xue San himself also began to be dispatched.

The barbarian sentry cavalry is the most elite warrior of Ke Yanbu, and Xue San's subordinates are truly one in a hundred, so the sentry cavalry of the barbarian department suffered heavy losses for a while.

On the sixth day,

The military information came from the sentinel ahead,

A cavalry of the Naiban Division, numbering about 5,000, broke away from the headquarters and retreated.

Uncle Zheng immediately pulled out his knife,

cut the chair in which he had been lying for a week in half,

At the same time, he kicked Jin Shuke and Ke Yandong with one foot in the ass,

yelled:

"Drums, strike!"

Zheng Fan didn't think that the more than 5,000 mobilized barbarian cavalry were the other party's suspicious array.

Because Zheng Fan didn't think Liang Cheng would fail.

This is confidence in Liang Cheng, absolute confidence in the quality and ability of the demon king under his hands!

Therefore, the backyard of the Nabarian Ministry must have caught fire.

Moreover, if we wait and see, it will not be a day or two before reinforcements from other savage tribes in the vicinity will arrive.

Under the order of Uncle Zheng,

Jin Shuke and Brother Ke Yandong personally organized,

More than 7,000 barbarian cavalry drove out of the camp generously and began to line up outside.

This scene shocked the Naiban Division, because their eldest prince had just taken away the five thousand elites of the headquarters and hurriedly returned to the defense, which made the main general who led the troops this time, that is, the younger brother of the Naiban King, a little overwhelmed, and hesitated whether to take the initiative to attack or retreat to defend.

Ah Ming, a tool man, rode a horse and followed Zheng.

On the battlefield, where the Lord is, he has to be there, he has to enter his role, to be that emotionless arrow blocking machine.

And Uncle Zheng,

Facing these more than 7,000 barbarian soldiers who have actually known each other for less than half a month,

Once again, he showed his expertise.

Uncle Zheng rode Pixiu, swept in front of the military formation, he held his saber high, and Pixiu under his crotch was also very sensible, cooperating with Uncle Zheng to gallop to four hooves, trying to make himself look majestic and majestic.

And as soon as Uncle Zheng spoke,

Ah Ming and Xue San immediately glanced at each other, and they both saw each other in astonishment.

It's not just these two demon kings,

In fact, there is also alchemy and Brother Ke Yandong, as well as a large area of barbarian cavalry.

"Warriors of the Keyan Division!"

Because

Zheng Fan's words were said in barbarian language.

Even the demon kings themselves don't know when their masters learned barbarian language, but the current facts prove that Zheng Fan did learn it, and he spoke it fluently.

In fact, Zheng Fan had many opportunities to learn barbarians, but starting from the migration of Hutou City to Cuiliu Fort, it was already a tradition to ask barbarians to learn Xia language.

For example, Jin Shuke, although he is still a little bit of a catch-up in the use of idioms, the problem of Xia language communication really does not exist anymore.

Xue San said "hehe" and whispered to Ah Ming beside him:

"The Lord is really hidden."

"Who would really be content to be just one mascot for the rest of their lives?" Ah Ming asked rhetorically.

"You say this as if we are bad people in the forbidden room."

"Shouldn't we be happy that the Lord takes the initiative to learn and pursue progress?"

"But why is there no wind at all?"

"What do you say?"

"I don't know."

Ah Ming didn't pay attention to Xue San anymore, picked up the wine, and drank another sip of blood, the taste was very delicious, the taste was very good, he had to take a few more sips now, because he had a hunch that he would lose serious blood later.

Zheng Fan brandished a long knife,

Shouted:

"Warriors of the Keyan Division, I am your new master, these days, you should all know me, Da Yanxue Customs Chief Soldier Hirano Bo Zheng Fan!

In Benbo's life, he didn't dare to say anything else, but there was one thing that Benber was best at, and that was to win battles!

Over the years,

In the battles that Bembor has experienced, he has never tasted defeat, and every time he has returned with a great victory!

This time, Benber believes it's the same!

Before you,

It's a savage of the snowfield.

Did you see the provocation of the savages against us a few days ago?

Ben Bur put his words here,

If it's not you who are stationed in this camp these days, it's the regular Yan army!

You borrow ten dares from the savages, and they don't dare to take the initiative to provoke!

But now, they dare!

Why?

Because the savages think that the Yan people are not easy to bully, but you barbarians, you are easy to bully!

Savages

Look down on you barbarians!

yes

You are despised by the savages, despised by the savages!

The great barbarian god is above,

You, her people,

was actually looked down upon by this group of uncivilized beasts who drank blood and only knew how to survive on the snowfield! ”

Inciting ethnic antagonism and creating regional discrimination was the best way to ignite anger before the war.

Uncle Zheng is a good player in this, before starting the battle and charging, instill some murderous aura in these brutes, why not?

"Warriors of the Keyan Division!

I can give you fine armor, I can give you sharp swords, I can give you sharp arrows!

I can give you cattle and sheep, I can give you slaves, I can give you a family, and the whole clan will have no worries about food and clothing!

I can bless you Ke Yanbu,

Flourish in the snow customs,

I can protect you from sickness, I can protect you from hunger and cold!

I can shelter you all,

I can give you all too!

But please,

Prove to me first,

You guys

Do you not deserve what I have given you!

Prove to me,

Your bravery, your fearlessness, your strength!

The barbarian gods are above,

He will be in the heavens,

Looking at you,

Look at his people,

will belong to the blood and strength of the barbarians,

Written on this snowy field that barbarians have not set foot in thousands of years ago,

Over here

From this day onwards,

The legend of the barbarian god will also be spread!

The majesty of the barbarian gods,

It will dim the stars that the savages believe in! ”

Zheng Fan pulled the reins,

Pixiu under the crotch immediately raised his front hooves and hind legs to kick the ground to stand up the old high,

Between the snorts, there was even a small string of flames.

Because it hasn't fully grown up, this is already the limit of what this Pixiu can do now, and it can be regarded as giving Uncle Zheng enough face!

Uncle Zheng's knife pointed directly at the direction where the barbarian soldiers and horses were located in the distance,

Qi and blood infusion, almost boiling,

yelled:

"With Bemb,

Crush them! ”