Domination.

To put it in layman's terms, Zheng Haoran, as a [General], can greatly increase the attack, defense, and speed of his soldiers, and can concentrate everyone's attacks and expand the range of attacks.

A platoon of shield soldiers stood still, blocking the charge of the Black Wind Horses, which was a sign of a greatly improved defense.

The "stabbing of the spearmen" seems to be wrapped in a layer of energy clothing, and the spearhead can penetrate three or four rows of cavalry out of thin air, which is the manifestation of the expansion of the "attack range".

The generals and soldiers merged to achieve true "domination".

After the fierce battle, Zheng Haoran was still fierce in the snow, but his soldiers were so tired that they were paralyzed on the ground, except for Lao Li Tou, most of them couldn't help but lie on the ground panting and couldn't move.

Zheng Haoran turned his head and glared at Zheng Xiu and the others.

Zheng Xiu chuckled in his heart, and secretly said that the three of them did not join Zheng Haoran, so they would not be noticed anything.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Haoran waved at Zheng Xiu angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, come over and help!" ”

Zheng Haoran dug a pit in the snow as he spoke, and threw two knives to the three of them.

Fengbei, Zheng Xiu, and the monk took the battle knife and looked at each other, revealing the same bewildered expression.

"Help, dig a hole!"

Zheng Haoran saw that the three of them were still holding the pestle, and the tiger's body was shocked, and he shouted loudly.

The three from twenty years later were silent and obediently began to work.

Walking to the corner, Fengbei and the monk muttered in unison.

"Your dad is really fierce."

"Big brother, your father is so fierce."

"Meow!"

Zheng Xiu: "......"

"Daddy,"

Zheng Xiu ran over with a fart, this time there was a foreshadowing in front of him, he didn't pretend anymore, and called Zheng Haoran with his eyes and called Dad.

"Aren't you afraid that they will kill one of them?"

The war knife in Zheng Haoran's hand was used to dig a pit, sharpening iron like mud, not to mention a small rock, the stone flew over, and in a moment he dug a deep pit under him.

The snow gradually stopped, and Zheng Haoran was naked, his skin was hot and steaming.

He stuck his sword on the ground, pressed his hands on the hilt, and rested for a moment. Hearing this, Zheng Haoran glanced at Zheng Xiu, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You kid, I'm only a few years older than you, and I'm shouting all day long...... If Chun Tao hears it, he has to ...... Ahem, that's it, it's up to you. ”

Zheng Haoran almost showed his wife's strict side, his face was pale, he regained his father's authority, stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky, and said with a mysterious smile: "It's dawn." ”

"At this moment, they have suffered a defeat, the wolf king's guy is not as reckless as he seems on the surface, even if he has the upper hand in numbers, it is impossible to attack rashly in the midst of decline."

"Once they lose the battle again, they can't attack us, which will make their barbarian cavalry even worse, and the morale of the army will be frustrated again."

Zheng Haoran seemed to be aware of the fact that the wolf king was under the protection of the "moon".

Inhumans will always have a keen sense of strangeness in the way they are strange.

Similar to Fengbei's vision, Xie Luohe's hearing, the monk's senses, and his own intuition.

Zheng Xiu speculated that Zheng Haoran guessed this incident with the "bumping fist mind reading technique".

Zheng Haoran did not ask why the three of them did not join the military formation.

He didn't ask, Zheng Xiu felt uneasy, worried that Zheng Haoran had seen something.

It's just that if he tells Zheng Haoran everything, will he believe that he is his son who has become the richest man after 20 years?

Will he blame himself?

Did he live the way he wanted him to be?

Would he be proud of who he is now?

Can he really successfully "hide from the sky and cross the sea", let Zheng Haoran fake his death, and successfully deceive "history"?

Zheng Xiu looked at Zheng Haoran blankly and frowned, his brain went blank because he was in deep thought because of his casual question.

In front of his father, Zheng Xiu is no longer the richest man, no longer the director of the Disaster Prevention Bureau, and not the prince Zheng who is above 10,000 people under one person. He was just a child who was blessed under his father's plump wings, nothing more.

Well, he's still a kid.

After pondering for a while, Zheng Haoran grinned, his eyes blazing: "If I were him, there would be a temporary truce, at least for three days." ”

Zheng Xiu frowned: "Are you so sure?" ”

Zheng Haoran clenched his fists and held it flat in front of Zheng Xiu: "A real man will hold back and hide the words in his heart, but in the end he will fall into his fist." After touching for a while, I roughly knew what kind of character the wolf king was. ”

"Really, so godly?"

Zheng Xiu still thinks that his father's fist-touching mind-reading technique is a bit evil.

"Try?"

Zheng Haoran shook his fist with a grin.

Zheng Xiu touched it again: "What did you come up with?" ”

"Cut," Zheng Haoran looked disdainful and pouted: "You don't have anything in your fist, it's fluttering." ”

Zheng Xiu's forehead was bruised, and he silently rolled up his sleeves.

Feng Bei couldn't help but laugh on the side, and said in his heart how could this guy be arrogant as soon as he stood in front of his father, and walked to Zheng Xiu's side, Feng Bei gently pressed Zheng Xiu's fist, and asked Zheng Haoran indifferently: "General Zheng, the pit has been dug." Next, are we going to lay the enemy's weapons at the bottom of the pit and make traps? ”

"Trap?" Zheng Haoran's eyes straightened, and he scratched his helmet: "When did I let you be a trap?" As he spoke, Zheng Haoran pointed to the corpses of the barbarians in Taniguchi: "Bury them." ”

As soon as Zheng Haoran said this, Fengbei, the monk, and Zheng Xiu all looked stunned.

The monk crooked his mouth, his left eyelid trembled, and he looked at Fengbei.

Feng Bei pursed his lips, blinked his eyes, and looked back at Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu nodded.

Fengbei's body moved, floating into the valley. She wanted to help, but as soon as her hand touched the corpse, the corpse visibly showed a knife-like crack, and after a while, there was no corpse, and she didn't dare to touch it again.

Fengbei looked back at Zheng Xiu as if asking for help, and Zheng Xiu sighed lightly: "I'll come." ”

Zheng Haoran didn't know that the three people with a tacit understanding had completed a silent exchange under his nose.

Sunrise in the East.

The sky was bright.

A thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the mountain wall, and the sunlight refracted a seven-colored halo on the mountain wall.

Fengbei couldn't make a move, and the three men worked together to bury hundreds of corpses in the valley, which took two hours.

"Why do you bury them?"

After finishing the matter, Zheng Xiu couldn't figure out the reason why Zheng Haoran did this.

"Why?" Zheng Haoran shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, put on his clothes, and said indifferently: "There is no reason, idle is idle." ”

"They're clearly enemies."

"They who are alive are the enemy."

Zheng Haoran replied with a smile.

"And before that? Why didn't you bury it? ”

"Tsk, didn't you have time before?" Zheng Haoran said with a big grin. Zheng Xiu finally understood at this moment that Zheng Haoran did this thing, which had nothing to do with "right or wrong" or "should or shouldn't", and had nothing to do with "pity" and "respect".

Zheng Xiu worked hard to understand Zheng Haoran's mind when he buried the enemy's corpse, and in a few words, Zheng Xiu vaguely noticed that Zheng Haoran might feel that when these hundreds of barbarians were killed on the battlefield, they completely cut off the grudges and cause and effect between the two armies.

"Weirdos."

The more Zheng Xiu came into contact with Zheng Haoran, the more he felt that he was a weirdo.

Maybe this is "Inhuman".

There is always something in every "alien" that ordinary people can't understand.

Fengbei is, the monk is, Xie Luohe back then is, and Zheng Haoran is too.

"Among the Inhumans, I'm the only one who is the most normal."

Zheng Xiu silently gave himself a thumbs up.

The next three days.

Sure enough, as Zheng Haoran said, the Beiban side did not make any moves.

Fengbei, who was a scout, went out to investigate, and sent back the news: The Northern Barbarian army of 10,000 people camped for ten miles, and was strictly guarded outside the canyon, almost an iron bucket.

Fengbei revealed in front of Zheng Xiu more than once that her idea of killing into the enemy formation and slaughtering the Northern Barbarian army was stopped by Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu solemnly warned Fengbei:

"Have you forgotten two hundred years ago, in the extreme west of the desert, in the valley of the cicada?"

With Zheng Haoran, now that the four strangers have gathered together, Zheng Xiu's worries are by no means groundless. If what Bai Qiuyue said before her death was true, Zheng Haoran was really taken away by Chang Yan as a "human pillar" back then, then there must be a battle that will become a key node, with heavy casualties on both sides, and a large number of souls gathered at the same time to form a "Xiang", which will break through the barrier between Chang Yan and Chang Shi and take Zheng Haoran away.

After three days of rest, Zheng Jiajun finally recovered.

Zheng Haoran's "Domination Technique" was not without a price, and all the soldiers who had been greatly strengthened by Zheng Haoran's "Domination" were sore, tired and weak after that night, and it took a day and a night to recover their strength.

Soon after Lao Li Tou regained his spirits, Zheng Xiu secretly found Lao Li Tou and asked for a pile of paper.

Originally, the paper was not used for drawing, but for wiping the buttocks. But in such a harsh environment, Zheng Xiu couldn't pay too much attention to it.

It took a day of hard work, Zheng Xiu drew everyone in the Zheng family army, wearing armor, on the straw paper one by one, leaving the final touch. He sneaked into Zheng Haoran's military tent again, carefully compared Zheng Haoran's armor style, and drew a few pairs.

"The painter's path, if you go deeper, can indeed turn decay into magic."

Zheng Xiu kicked a thick pile of prepared "works" in his arms and waited until the fourth day.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, ravens flew again in the distance.

Fengbei, the monk, and Zheng Xiu all suffered from the psychological disease of "wanting to kill when they saw the raven", and they were ready to move and were murderous: Fengbei took off his gloves, the monk touched his bald head, and Zheng Xiu drew eighteen weapons on the snow. The three of them finally resisted the urge to extinguish the raven, and Zheng Haoran had already removed the letter tube tied to the raven's feet and read the contents of the secret message.

To Zheng Xiu's surprise, during the picnic, Zheng Xiu sneaked close to Zheng Haoran and wanted to find out the content of the secret letter, and as soon as he spoke, Zheng Haoran seemed to see through Zheng Xiu's mind and took the initiative to say what the secret letter said.

"Now that the situation outside is stalemate, the wolf king has taken advantage of these three days to rest, send a message to command, and the morale of the Northern Barbarian Army has been revitalized, which is not very optimistic."

"Sure enough, if you want to win the battle, the key lies in the wolf king." Zheng Haoran looked at Zheng Xiu with meaningful eyes: "Although the Northern Barbarian cavalry is brave and good at fighting, and their physique is far superior to that of the Great Qianren, they are not aligned, and they can only form an army if they are suppressed by the wolf king." Like a pack of wolves...... A wolf pack that has lost its head is like a plate of loose sand, and it cannot become a climate. ”

"Lao Li!"

Zheng Haoran called the adjutant general: "How many days can our army's food last?" ”

Lao Li thought for a while and replied: "General Hui, if you want to eat enough, you can manage it for three days." If you save a little, it will not be a problem to eat for ten days and eight days. ”

"Good! Be wary of their night attack tonight, if tonight is safe, tomorrow morning, choose a hundred good players, and follow me to raid! By the way, let the new gang leader cook a fat meal, and don't starve the brothers. ”

Zheng Haoran didn't dwell on it for too long, and calmly issued a military order for a surprise attack tomorrow morning.

After waving his hand to dismiss the deputy general Lao Li, only the father and son were left around the bonfire.

"I heard that you secretly drew a portrait of our army?"

Zheng Haoran asked coldly.

Zheng Xiu wanted to deny it, but when he saw Zheng Haoran's determined gaze, he could only obediently take out the pile of straw paper he had drawn.

"Tsk," after glancing at it, Zheng Haoran was not interested, threw it back into Zheng Xiu's hand, and said: "A good man should be determined in all directions, dance with knives and guns, and defend the country." Moaning without illness, dancing poems and paintings, vassalage elegance, hum, a little less meaningful. ”

Zheng Xiu lowered his head and was silent, adding a fire, but did not dare to refute.

Now in the Daqian Dynasty, Zheng Xiugui is the Red King, and it is too late to coax and hold it, who dares to say that the Red King is not half a sentence. At this moment, Zheng Haoran looked like a father teaching his son, and while Zheng Xiu didn't dare to refute, not only did he not have disgust in his heart, but there was a trace of warmth.

"It seems that after many years, the world will be peaceful."

Zheng Haoran sighed inexplicably.

Zheng Xian added half-wet and half-dry firewood, and the fire emitted thick black smoke due to incomplete burning. When Zheng Haoran said this sentence coldly, Zheng Xiutianchai's movements stopped instantly, and his whole body stiffened.

He raised his head in disbelief, only to see Zheng Haoran looking at him with a complicated gaze.

Call~

A cold wind blew and sparks flew everywhere. The spark fell on the back of Zheng Xiu's hand, and it burned red, only to startle Zheng Xiu to retract his hand.

"It seems so." Zheng Haoran was unusually calm at the moment, and touched his chin in wonder: "My son really looks like me." ”

"Ah????h

Zheng Xiu was dumbfounded.

Wait, Daddy.

Without the slightest precaution, without the slightest hesitation, I appeared like this, Dad, you are too calm, right?

The future son went back to twenty years ago, and it turned out to be such a sparse and ordinary thing?

Zheng Xiu's mouth opened, he was still entangled in what way to show his father, but his father took the initiative to break the matter and ...... Accepted.

The pancakes in the pot made a sizzling sound, Zheng Haoran picked up a piece with a stick, blew it twice, carefully folded it, and put it into Zheng Xiu's bowl.

"Come back, there's something else."

Zheng Haoran looked at the stunned Zheng Xiu and grinned: "Eat, don't be stupid, you can live longer on the battlefield when you are full." ”

Click, Zheng Xiu took a hard bite.

"Scorched."

Zheng Xiu said dissatisfied.

"Hey, I don't practice much. Your mother didn't cook well at first, and she went into the kitchen for two years, hey, don't talk about it, she still looks good. ”

Zheng Haoran touched the back of his head and lowered his head.

The father and son were silent and didn't speak until Zheng Xiu finished eating a pancake, and he got up and walked into the snow: "I'll go and practice boxing for a while." ”

Zheng Haoran's figure moved around in the snow, attracting the applause of the Zheng family's army.

This strange development made Zheng Xiu even more confused, is this a normal reaction of a normal person to meet his son from the future?

This is not normal!

Don't you have anything to ask?

Zheng Xiu was speechless, with black lines on his forehead, watching his father practice boxing from sunrise to sunset.

Evening.

The hearty Zheng Haoran called Zheng Xiu and the monk to the military tent.

The monk still didn't know that Zheng Xiu had been exposed, so he pretended to be an ordinary soldier, lifted the curtain, bowed his hand, coughed twice, and asked what he commanded.

Zheng Haoran waved his hand and signaled: "Sit, this is not a battlefield, there is no need to be restrained." ”

The monk didn't sit down, and looked at Zheng Xiu:

"Big brother, why don't you say a word?"

After a while, Feng Bei, who was dressed in a strong suit, entered with his face covered, cold as before, and his tone was indifferent: "May I ask what the general commands?" ”

"Oh, here we are." Zheng Haoran beckoned to Fengbei: "Sit, let me see, what my future daughter-in-law looks like." ”

When Fengbei and the monk heard this, their pupils shook.

A moment later.

The monk and Fengbei sat upright on the cushion with their backs straight like children, sitting upright, not daring to move.

"Eh," Zheng Xiu saw that the atmosphere was strange, and took the initiative to explain: "My father found out." Let me formally introduce, Zheng Haoran, my father. Fengbei, the daughter-in-law I am marrying. Come on, call Daddy. ”

Feng Beiqiao's face was slightly red, and she lowered her head in a gnat-like voice and said, "Dad." ”

The monk said shyly: "Dad! ”

Swish!

Everyone's eyes fell on the monk's shiny head.

Zheng Haoran raised his head a little and looked at Zheng Xiu blankly.

Zheng Xiu explained: "Huahua, alias like dust, friends of life and death, like brothers!" ”

Zheng Haoran breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and laughed: "It's okay to call Dad, hahaha!" ”

Smiling and smiling, Zheng Haoran burst into tears at the corners of his eyes.

(End of chapter)