Under the moonlight, Xue San's shadow was pulled out of the length that it was impossible to appear in reality.

Especially the sentence "resignation", which is a hundred turns and thousands of intestines.

People want to be free, and the demon kings are even more so.

They were originally in their respective "worlds", no matter how good or bad their grades were, whether they hit the street or not, they were all protagonists, and they were reborn once, but they needed to call someone to the master.

Habit is habit, in fact, there is not too much resistance, it is reasonable to call Zheng Fan "Lord", it is also natural.

But if you can choose,

Everyone wants to take a breath of fresh air.

If the former cannot be satisfied,

Well

Just exhale.

Hundreds of black-clothed people trained by Xue San himself did not enter the camp, some of these people were selected and trained by Xue San during the Shengle period, and some of them were people from the rivers and lakes who were absorbed halfway, but they all inherited Xue San's "mantle" and "thinking".

In fact, the method of special operations has existed since ancient times.

The war mentality of taking elite soldiers and doing miraculous results is not an unpopular trick.

But those who can be so professional, so literate and so planned, in this era, are indeed a minority.

The most important thing is that because of the relationship between the Seven Demon Kings, in the early days, Uncle Zheng actually took the path of special forces operations.

Because the external checkpoint had been cleared, the hundred men in black infiltrated with ease, some were responsible for assassination, and some were responsible for preparing the fire at the stable.

Their purpose is not to take advantage of the night to kill all the enemies inside, this is too naïve and impossible, what they need to do is to take off the enemy's "coat" as much as possible in the last period of night.

subsequently

Wait until the main force in the rear charges and completely crush the enemy.

Ah Ming covered his abdomen and got off the ground and stood beside Xue San.

Xue San held his head in his hands, hummed a little tune, and said:

"Do you feel like you are using a slaughtering knife to kill a pig?"

Ah Ming said: "It's just a military training, but when you set the time before, will it be too long?" ”

An hour is equivalent to two hours, and Ah Ming and Xue San don't need such a long time at all, even if they deliberately do it as a game, in the end, there is still a lot of time left.

"The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, since it is a training, you have to practice to the best, the time is just right, when my gang is finished, the sky will just be bright, at this time Ah Cheng will lead the army to rush a wave, that is, a wave."

"Oh."

Ah Ming nodded.

"By the way, do you want to lick the Lord?"

"I've figured it out."

"Share, share?"

Ah Ming shook his head.

"So ruthless?"

"Yes."

"Don't care about the friendship of your colleagues and partners?"

"I don't care."

"Are you so cold-blooded?"

"My Blood...... It's cold. ”

"......" Xue San.

Time's up

Distance

Liang Cheng personally led 4,000 snow sea cavalry, and when the corner of the morning light just appeared, he launched a charge.

Time

It was like thunder rolling in from afar.

The warriors of the Naiban tribe in the camp were immediately awakened, but in the next moment, they fell directly into a panic.

Because leaders like centurions have basically been assassinated by the men in black who have infiltrated the tent, in the savage tribe, there is a strict hierarchy, and the performance is very direct and obvious.

People with different identities, the tents they sleep in are completely different, it's really easy to distinguish.

At this point, they should actually learn from Uncle Zheng.

The place where the war horses were stored also began to gallop in the camp because of the sudden fire.

At the same time, because this is not a pure garrison, the warriors of the barbarian tribe are actually dragging their families, and because of this, there are still scattered clansmen in the camp.

in a word

If this is a drill,

On the Earl's Court, it can be said that the elite is exhausted, and the combat quality, planning, execution, cohesion and other aspects are impeccable;

On the opponent's side, they basically made all the mistakes they could.

The cavalry led by Liang Cheng rushed directly into the tribe, and the knights waved their sabers and began to ruthlessly harvest the lives in front of them.

Ah Ming untied his wine.

Xue San turned his head to look at Ah Ming and asked:

"Got a drink?"

"Yes, Fanta."

"Cheng, you go, while the Lord is not here now, hehe."

Ah Ming went.

Because as Xue San said, Zheng Fan is not here.

At this time, Zheng Fan, there is still at least a day away from here, Liang Cheng is actually the front army, the first to raid here, for the follow-up army to open the way, and after laying down here according to the established plan, Liang Cheng will also lead the army to detour to the rear of the Naiban tribe's own tribe group, and cooperate with the more than 7,000 barbarian cavalry led by the lord to sneak attack the Naiban ranch.

The demon kings themselves, in fact, have no "humanity", and the inhumanity here cannot be regarded as a derogatory term, nor does it specifically refer to their darkness, but a very simple description given with an objective statement.

Xue San sat on the ground,

cheek support,

Mulong and contemplative.

He's been spending a bit more time meditating lately, but he's not getting much out of his contemplation.

The next moment,

Xue San scratched his head, revealing a smile of Fan Li's style;

And then

He had a cold face, revealing Liang Cheng's indifferent attitude that everyone around him owed me a hundred taels;

forthwith

He slapped himself again,

Revert to the original.

"It's hard........."

……

On the battlefield, there is nothing that can be arranged and designed and meticulously executed, and there will always be some surprises.

For example, according to the original plan, the more than 7,000 barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan should have arrived on the west side of the deep pool of the snowfield a day later, but it turned out to be half a day early.

When Liang Cheng's department was cleaning the battlefield, the vanguard cavalry of the barbarian cavalry had already arrived, and therefore, Liang Cheng directly handed over the work of cleaning the battlefield and guarding the prisoners to the back, and led his subordinates who had just fought a battle to start again, starting a strategic detour.

This kind of situation can only happen to the demon king, and it is a typical example of disrespect to the boss by not giving face to the boss at all, and letting the boss clean up the battlefield for you, and leaving it with other lords and generals.

Uncle Zheng arrived at noon, and the troops marched faster than expected.

Because these Ke Yanbu warriors, when they heard that they were going to come to the snow field to rob the wild people's cattle, sheep and livestock, and they could also turn the wild people into their own slaves, it was like beating chicken blood.

This subjective initiative is raised, and there is no trace of the fatigue of long-distance migration.

Actually, this is also normal, because originally although the Keyan tribe was not a big tribe in the desert, it was definitely not a small tribe, and the tribe that could be jealous of the barbarian king and chose to squeeze you out, the tribe without two brushes really didn't have that qualification.

As a result of long-distance migrations, the herd begins to shrink, which is the equivalent of watching one's wealth shrink, which is really an ordeal.

Migration is for survival, plunder, for better survival, and when there is a goal in front of you, the passion that bursts out of everyone is really terrifying.

According to the pre-plan, the barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan will camp here, as a large army on the surface, attract the soldiers and horses of the barbarian tribe to come over, and at the same time make a containment to cover the soldiers and horses led by Liang Cheng.

Therefore, after Uncle Zheng got off the horse, he sat down directly by the deep pool.

The deep pool, which is actually a lake, is quite large, and it is said that it is very deep in the middle, 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 is very cold and icy, which makes people can't help but feel excited, but it also dispels the fatigue of the march.

Alchemy set up a pot next to it and helped boil the hot water.

Brother Ke Yandong is a young patriarch who is very good at learning, and his learning goal is naturally Alchemy, after all, he is also a barbarian, thinking about it, he thinks that Alchemy's route can be copied by himself.

Therefore, Brother Ke Yandong took off his armor and clothes, jumped into the pool and began to catch fish.

In fact, there are rivers and lakes on the desert oasis, but the area is relatively small and not very dense at the same time, but the water nature of Ke Yandong is quite good, and it didn't take long for two cod to be caught.

The cod here is not the kind of cod in the ocean that Zheng Fan knew in his previous life, this is a unique fish species in the snow field.

At this time, it happened that Xue San also came over, took the cod from Brother Ke Yandong very familiarly, took out a small dagger, and began to cut the sashimi with great skill.

Brother Ke Yandong was very surprised by Xue San's knife skills, he didn't expect this short man to have such a method, this is the way for laymen to see the lively insider, Brother Ke Yandong, who can eat ten big steamed buns in one meal, is a seven-grade martial artist himself, and he can be regarded as an expert in knife practice.

After making the sashimi, Xue San also took out two bottles and jars, one for soy sauce and the other for chili sauce, which were put on separate plates.

Then put a pair of silver chopsticks in the hot water next to them and soaked them before handing them to Zheng Fan and saying:

"Lord, there is no mustard, you can make do with it."

Zheng Fan took the chopsticks, picked up a slice and put it in his mouth, the taste was very delicious, and there was no fishy smell.

It's just that Uncle Zheng is actually not very good at this bite, so after eating two or three slices, he motioned for them to eat together.

Xue San took the initiative to come over and said:

"Lord, there is a big fish in this captive, and it is the third prince of the Naiban royal family."

"The Third Prince?"

"Yes, Lord."

"Let's go, let's see."

Xue San took the initiative to pick up the towel on one side and prepared to help Zheng Fan wipe his feet, but Zheng Fan dodged directly and said:

"Okay, okay, no matter how hard you stumble, you can't let you do such a thing."

"Hey, hey." Xue San scratched his head, showed a Fan Li-style smile, and said, "I'm just making a show." ”

"Huh."

Zheng Fan laughed, took the cloth and wiped his feet, put on his boots, and after getting up, he kicked Jin Shuke and Brother Ke Yandong, who were still squatting there eating sashimi.

"Do things, don't know how to eat!"

Liang Cheng has already led the Snow Sea Cavalry to make a detour, and someone is needed to manage the scene here, and Uncle Zheng himself can be a shopkeeper in a leisurely manner, but these two goods can't.

And these two goods are still the real actual leaders of these barbarian soldiers.

Jin Shuke hurriedly reached out and grabbed the last few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth, smiled and yawned Zheng Fan, and ran to take care of military affairs.

Brother Ke Yandong was kicked by Zheng Fan, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Hey, what's the matter, crying?" Zheng Fan asked.

Brother Ke Yandong shook his head, swallowed the fish fillet in his mouth, and said, "Uncle, I miss my father, and in the past, my father often kicked me like this. ”

Xue San, who was standing on the side, frowned,

,

He's a master!

"Roll the calves, do things, the cattle, sheep, livestock and horses are all collected for me, in addition, take care of your people, don't stretch out your hands, the spoils will be distributed after they are returned to the snow customs for liquidation."

"Uncle, I've already inquired with Brother Jinshuke on these roads, don't worry, uncle, I'm still reliable."

Seeing that Uncle Zheng was not interested in recognizing himself as his godson,

Brother Ke Yandong also knew each other very well and ran to command his own people.

Zheng Fan took Xue San to the place where the prisoners were held, and on the way, Xue San was a little worried:

"Lord, is there a guarantee for the combat effectiveness of this barbarian army?"

After all, it's a foreign soldier who has just come over, and he hasn't done integration yet.

"At least, we can guarantee the bottom line, it won't be too bad, anyway, our opponent is not strong."

This is Zheng Fan's opinion, after all, there is no Savage King on the snow field, and the snow field tribes are fighting for each other, and their combat effectiveness is really a little flattering.

At the beginning, whether it was the Situ family or the Helian family, they were all casually playing with the Snow Plains tribe.

The prisoners were held in a large area, in fact, a circle, and a group of knights armed with bows and arrows were waiting on the periphery, constantly patrolling, and the captives inside were all huddled together and sitting there.

But privilege exists everywhere, for example, in the prisoner camp, there is a tent, and the third prince is in the tent.

After Liang Cheng led the army to rush in, this camp had no power to fight back at all, and the people in the clan were left to surrender and flee, and the third prince was targeted by Xue San's men early because of the special tent, so he had nowhere to escape if he wanted to, and he didn't do anything desperate resistance with a knife, so he surrendered very simply.

When Zheng Fan was about to walk to the entrance of the tent, Xue San, who was accompanying him, raised his voice and shouted:

"Uncle Hirano has arrived!"

Ke Yanbu warriors on the side, look at me, I look at you, some people saluted on horseback, some patted their chests, and some people also learned the etiquette of Zhuxia and hugged Zheng Fan nondescriptly.

These messy scenes made Xue San slightly dissatisfied, and silently recorded them in his small notebook, for the Snow Navy, a standard that can be compared with combat effectiveness is......... Manners.

It is not an ordinary etiquette, but how to cooperate and echo with the Lord, so that the Lord can stand there and wave his hand to gain the feeling of obedience, so that the Lord can shout a word, and thousands of soldiers below can shout the next sentence together.

In short, the first priority of the army's existence is to make the Lord happy, and the second is to fight.

Of course, the two are not considered conflicts, and in this era, if the entire army can be uniformly aligned and obey a familiar rhythm, the combat effectiveness will not be bad at all.

After all, the soldiers and horses under Uncle Zheng's command are either from the knights of the Three Jin Dynasty, or from the criminal soldiers and the Jingnan Army, or from the barbarian soldiers, and their personal qualities are guaranteed, not the kind of phalanx composed of palace maids and eunuchs.

This kind of high-quality soldiers, combined with the orderly polishing of the army, has significantly improved their combat effectiveness.

However, although Xue San's shouting failed to make the surrounding Ke Yanbu warriors cooperate, the tent was quickly lifted, and the third prince, dressed in a white shirt, knelt down directly in front of Zheng Fan:

"The sinners knock on Uncle Hirano, Uncle Hirano is blessed."

Behind the third prince, there was also a woman kneeling, not young, but it had nothing to do with old age.

Xue San stared at Wu Niangzi and looked at it, it was no secret that his master had the good of Cao Thief;

The human silver armor guard knows that he has sent his wife over to lurk, not to mention these demon kings who have gotten along with the lord.

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and flicked Xue San's brain.

Xue San immediately sobered up.

Zheng Fan didn't enter the tent, but directly motioned to Xue San to set up a chair outside.

Uncle Zheng sat on the chair, and the third prince was still kneeling on the ground.

Xue San stood beside the third prince, the magic pill was still in Zheng Fan's armor, and every time he went out on the expedition, the magic pill could not continue to look very childish, and would be forcibly taken out by Uncle Zheng.

In addition, there are dozens of barbarian warriors guarding the surroundings.

It's always a good idea to be cautious when you're away from home.

What if this third prince is not as polite as he seems on the surface, but a hidden master?

Uncle Zheng, who has always liked to behead others, has spared no effort to prevent others from painting a scoop on his own gourd.

Wait for Zheng Fan to sit comfortably,

The third prince raised his head,

Looking at Zheng Fan,

Loud Voice:

"Uncle, it is an unforgivable crime for the barbarian tribe to commit rebellion, kill Yan Min, and offend Tianwei!

The uncle is out of the king's teacher, cutting down the unreasonable, suppressing the rebellion, and punishing it on behalf of heaven.

The sinners are willing to saddle up for the uncle, and follow the work of dogs and horses, in order to atone for their sins! ”

A passage from Wen Crepe came from the mouth of a savage, which is really surprising, and I always feel that this style of painting is very wrong.

But this person is indeed very level.

The prince of the Naiban tribe killed hundreds of Jin people, but in his mouth, he directly became a Yan man.

Actually, Uncle Zheng was angered by that Jingguan, and that Jingguan was slapping him Uncle Zheng in the face, can you bear it?

But in the mouth of the third prince, he became a royal teacher who protected his people.

Although the land of Jin is now the country of Yan, the people of Jin are also regarded as the people of Emperor Yan, which is true;

But being keenly aware of this and saying it directly proves that the political level of this product is really high.

And now that he has been reduced to a prisoner, he can be said to be not hypocritical at all, as the attacked party, he first helped Zheng Fan correct his name here, and then bluntly said that he was willing to be Uncle Zheng's lackey and a leading party.

Simply, neatly, without dragging mud and water, unlike some other descendants, obviously did not have the courage to wipe their necks and commit suicide, and after being captured, they still wanted to brush a wave of loyalty and unyielding with their necks.

Zheng Fan was interested, pointed to the third prince who was still kneeling on the ground, and said:

"Go on."

"Uncle, this was originally the old place of the Anyang Ministry, and my barbarian department is not very large in troops and population here, but in my barbarian headquarters, the warriors can levy 20,000!"

Zheng Fan raised his hand and interrupted:

"As far as Ben Bo knows, you are a man in the early 10,000s of the barbarian headquarters."

"Uncle Mingjian, but there are more than 10,000 of them, which are servant soldiers and soldiers and horses of subordinate tribes."

Zheng Fan is not very suitable for the existence of servant soldiers, because Zheng Fan was taught by Tian Wujing, and was naturally influenced by Tian Wujing to take the elite route.

As for the soldiers and horses of the Naiban tribe, Uncle Zheng didn't look down on it, the army of the savages was only in the hands of the savage king that it really exerted its combat effectiveness, and the rest of the time, it was really ordinary.

For example, he accompanied Hou Ye on an expedition to the snow field last year, and the 30,000 Jingnan Army can be said to have destroyed the city and broken many savage tribes, if it wasn't for the savage king's side to break the snow customs, Zheng Fan felt that he could still follow Hou Ye to sweep the snow field again.

"Uncle, the sinners still have a group of self-cultivated subordinates in their clan, and they are willing to obey the orders of the sinners."

It means that he can be inside and out.

Zheng Fan nodded and said:

"Go on."

"Please let the sentfuls go back, and the sinners will cooperate with the sinner to take down the barbarian department!

Although there is no help from the sinners, the Nabarian Department is also a group of local chickens and dogs in front of the uncle, but the soldiers under the uncle are noble and can not afford this kind of loss.

In addition, the sinners are willing to calm the snow field for the uncle's eagle dog and for the uncle! ”

"Okay, San'er, serve the wine."

Xue San took out the wine and handed it to Zheng Fan first, Zheng Fan opened the stopper, took a sip, and then threw it to the third prince who was kneeling on the ground.

The third prince took the wine,

kowtowed to Zheng Fan first,

Then I couldn't help but pick up the wine and drank it several times,

He drank so eagerly that he choked.

"Ahem............ Ahem............"

Mrs. Wu immediately crawled over and patted him on the back.

"Uncle, this wine is really delicious, hahaha."

Zheng Fan smiled,

Road:

"The name of the third prince has spread in the snow field, and even Ben Bo has heard that the former savage king once praised the third prince as the star of the original snow song, and he will have the talent of Zaifu in the future."

The third prince is colorful:

"Uncle, the sinners are a vulgar savage in the Snow Plain, and they really can't afford such praise."

"A wild man in the snowfield?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Once, there was a man who said something similar, he said, he is a desert savage."

The third prince immediately said:

"The courage of the king of Zuogu Li, the people admire him very much, but he does not dare to compare with the king of Zuoguli."

"Yo, I know a lot."

"Uncle, sinners like to read, and they used to have correspondence with outsiders."

"Oh, it's really not ordinary, it seems that the savage king is indeed not wrong, you, it's not simple."

"I am willing to die for my uncle!"

The third prince said loudly.

"Okay, you 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 immediately stunned,

How so?

Zheng Fan yawned,

Said slowly:

"But the savage king also said, oh, maybe you don't know. He said, "I have attacked the Nabarian tribe, and if I meet you, I must not let you go, nor can I listen to your words and let you leave."

He said, you are inferior to him, but what is inferior is that the so-called clan father and brother are dragged down, and there is something lacking in character;

However, once the Nabarian tribe is destroyed, you will have no drag, and in the future, there will be another savage king on the snowfield.

I said I'm not afraid, another one, it's a big deal to pack up another one.

He said

Are you afraid of trouble? ”

Zheng Fan's body leaned back slightly,

Looking at the blue sky,

Self-questioning:

"Yes, I'm scared."

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Good night everyone.