"Can you spot them?" Da Lang squinted his eyes and continued to touch his chin, which made him feel like he used to touch his chin?

Startled, I quickly didn't think about it.

"No, you can't. Guo Zhongda replied very quickly and simply, the reason is there, one is that he really can't, and he has already regarded Da Lang as a supernatural person, so he doesn't dare to hide it. The second is that Da Lang just touched his chin, which made him have an illusion in a trance, sitting on this simple carriage without a shed that could not shelter from the wind and rain at all, it was not a teenager, but a person who was much older than him, or at least had much better experience and knowledge than him.

Perhaps, it is really an immortal who is uncertain, or is it simply that Yuan Tianshi learned his skills on it and is back? What lives in this small body is actually Yuan Tianshi's divine soul? How long has it been? When he touched his chin before, he felt like a child trying to learn from an adult, but now, it is like this, is this a gradual awakening?

So there was hope again, his eyes were full of hope, he looked at Da Lang carefully, and his breathing involuntarily held back, for fear that the sound of breathing would affect Da Lang.

"Oh, since you can't, why do you want to find them?" Da Lang raised his hand and touched the leather armor he was wearing, this leather armor should be the third son, right? The lowest level of soldiers often do not have leather armor, mostly with several layers of thick kudzu cloth with paste paste, and then embellished with some copper nails to protect the critical parts, such as shoulders, neck, chest and crotch, the conditions are better, will be used for more than ten years and decades of old rattan split into hard armor, the conditions are secondary, with paper paste armor is not uncommon, the worst, can only wear clothes, there is no protection.

The leather armor looks big, and he is dressed like the turtle prime minister (the image of the turtle prime minister in MH, everyone looks for it themselves). Wait, Prime Minister Turtle? No one has ever said it, and I haven't seen it myself, why did you suddenly know it? Confused again, he quickly shook his head, and threw aside the thoughts in his mind that made him feel familiar, strange and a little frightening: "Sanzi, your leather armor is too big, and you are wearing a panic." ”

"That's easy to do, when you get to the bigger town in front, find the tanner to change it, there is no tanner in the village in front, so I have to put it on for you." Seeing that Da Lang didn't mean to take off his leather armor and return it to him, the third son couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Take back all the scouts, don't scatter them, there are less than 100 of you, it has no effect to scatter them, and they will be sent to death in vain. "This is an away battle, the enemy is in the dark, I am in the light, and less to more, all kinds of disadvantages, Da Lang does not know how to soldier, but the basic rules of dealing with wolves are known, no matter how powerful the wolves are, as long as their side is not panicked, people are not scattered, they are all back to back in a group, then the final competition is endurance and force.

When I woke up, I paid attention to the team, and I didn't see the people who were sent out to explore the way before, and I thought that it was already a lot of bad luck.

"No, you'd better take it back and wear it. Da Lang's heart is not big, he forgot that the third son had offended him, the third son didn't answer, but he remembered this answer again, this guy offended him, so his face was flat, and he was going to take off the leather armor.

"Ouch, little ancestor, can you just dress it? If you make a mistake, the captain can't peel off this old skin and dry it for the public?"

"I'm good at dressing, but this leather armor is not good, it's not good enough. The bright spots, well, it's better to have a Taoist style. Da Lang squinted his eyes and touched his chin again, "Lao Guo, I'll leave it to you, go to the town, find that good tailor, and let me wear it with the tanner." By the way, if you find a whisk again, I don't know if you can buy good straw paper. ”

"Straw paper is fine, not yellow paper?" "Straw paper is easier to find, although yellow paper is also common, but if there is no law on weekdays, yellow paper is difficult to find, straw paper is used by many restaurants to prepare for the rest of the passers-by to bring dry food.

In these years, the expensive paper refers to the paper that can be written, the most expensive is the good paper used by the royal and official authorities, followed by rice paper, which is the necessary and only available paper for literati, and the ordinary people, used to write is fine cowhide paper, both of which are obtained after many processes, and can be used for writing. As for the straw paper, the production is very simple, the fiber is coarse, the process is not much, the cost is naturally low, but can not write, can only be used for daily wrapping some food or pasting windows.

Yellow paper has the meaning of thick soil in it, with slightly better straw paper dyed with dye, and more expensive than straw paper, but also can be barely written, dedicated to sacrificial use, no one dares to use it as other way, at this time the yellow has not become the royal special (it seems that yellow for the royal special is the beginning of the Ming Dynasty)

Guo Zhongda was overjoyed, and he was overjoyed, probably because Da Lang remembered some powerful spells, and he had to use paper to draw talismans, but why wasn't it yellow paper?

Thinking of the previous Dalang does not use any magic weapons, he doesn't even recite the mantra, just a sentence of the wind, the wind comes, a sentence of electricity, the thunder and lightning rise, if the wind and the experience of watching the wind can be explained, this thunder and lightning is not as frequent as spring and summer, especially in autumn, thunder and lightning are not as frequent as spring and summer.

My heart immediately became hot, and my heavy mood was a little depressed because Hou Da and his group had no news, and my heavy mood improved a lot.

"Do you have that luxury? Wash your hands with yellow paper? I don't need to use it if I can afford it, and when I wipe it, my asshole turns yellow. "Da Lang is not angry, why is this guy so brainless?

"Ah?~" Guo Zhongda, the third son and a few soldiers who eavesdropped on the side were all thundered, okay, the straw paper was originally used to wipe the buttocks, this, this is also extravagant, right? Moreover, here are still talking about how to deal with the unknown enemy in front of you, you are good, thinking about enjoying it.

The huge psychological gap is unacceptable to anyone for a while.

Only the second sister's eyes lit up: "That must be comfortable, tsk, tsk~" As soon as the words came out, they attracted a blank of eyes and a beating from the third son and Guo Zhongda.

"Since you want to be a faction, you have to do it all to the end. Do you think, those soldiers can't say that you have a spell here, and it's very powerful, right?" Guo Zhongda and Sanzi both nodded like chickens pecking rice.

"Since you know how to do magic, it's either a Buddha or a Tao, or it's a demon or a monster, isn't it?"

"We're decent people, especially since you represent the imperial court, aren't you?"

"Then this magician must have a high status among you, doesn't he?" Nonsense, don't you old man have a high status? We all walk on two legs, but your old man sits in the carriage very leisurely.

"Since the status is high, then the dress must be good, and the use must be good, isn't it?" It's one thing to be willing to confess, but if someone points out and says that you want to confess, it's another thing, you will definitely offer, but you are not so happy, and you feel bleeding.

"No, never. Guo Zhongda thought deeply.

"Otherwise, you have a good way?" Da Lang continued to touch his chin, "You have to let them have a goal, right?" They also estimated that what they were looking for was me, that is, me, a little soldier who knew how to spell and didn't grow up, instead of hiding and tucking, it was better to show it, we all know to use bait when catching wolves, and wolves without bait will not be baited. ”

Suddenly a look of worship is going to drown Da Lang, the forehead is a mother, it turns out that the little fairy does not really want us to offer, but to use the example as bait to lure the enemy, this righteousness is awe-inspiring, this sacrifice of life and forgetfulness of death, we are wrong to blame the little fairy.

Guo Zhongda was silent, and only then sighed for a while, touching them and saying second, no one in the entire Datang dared to say that he was the first;

The latent veteran White Turtle probably won't come again, but it can't be ruled out that he has to come, so he still has to come, and there is really no way to deal with the White Turtle. If people really want to hide, they can't find it no matter how much they search. There is also the Red Tiger, which is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Dalang's move is very dangerous, but it is in line with the way of using troops, allowing the enemy to abandon the parts he is good at or all of them, and use the tactics he is familiar with.

It is not easy for us to find the enemy, so if we don't look for it, let the enemy find it himself. And he is good at sneak attacks by himself, so he naturally knows more ways to sneak attack than the enemy, even if he knows as much, he is more familiar with it, he knows where the loopholes will be, and he knows how to do better defense. In this way, your chances of winning are one more point.

If from now on, they are all blatantly taking the official road, resting in the town, and not in the small village, then there will be much less places for the other party to ambush and sneak attack.

"Plenty of straw paper, preferably with a knife in your hands, and, if possible, find a caravan, go in company, and catch a few birds. "Da Lang is not so afraid of death, he can see it, but he still has to cherish his life, and he hasn't solved the life experience of Twenty-eight Ah Da and himself, how can he leave so early?

From Zhao Da and Zhao Er's various methods in the ventriloquist's story, racking their brains, Da Lang thought of so much.

"Yes, yes, the little one is getting smarter. Suddenly, a voice sounded in Da Lang's ears, a little old, but full of energy.

"Who?" Da Lang was startled.