In Zheng Xiu's eyes.

Zheng Haoran is not a qualified general.

Charge into battle, rush the hardest, kill the most, and retreat the latest.

Is this what a leader should do?

According to Zheng Haoran's temperament, if it weren't for the fact that my father was born different, he would have died eight hundred times.

"My birth must have overdrawn my father's luck for the rest of his life."

Zheng Xiu's armor was neatly dressed, holding a long knife, riding a tired war horse, and slaughtered into the valley.

War also pays attention to a level of proficiency, Zheng Xiu has experienced it a few times, and he is also familiar with it. A wave of tentative arrow rain was shot head-on, Zheng Xiu blocked it casually, and also blocked a cold arrow towards the throat for Lao Li beside him.

Afterwards, Lao Li was scared into a cold sweat, and called Xiao San his old Li's nobleman.

When he was about to rush out of the valley, everyone on Zheng Jiajun's side was stunned.

At the mouth of the narrow valley, there are five shields in one column, and three columns of "human shields" are erected.

It turned out that the barbarian had been quiet for so many days, waiting for the "new weapon" to be transported. The huge black iron shield almost blocked the whole person, and the barbarians stacked people, holding shields in their hands, and erected a "shield wall" at the mouth of the valley.

Zheng Xiu raised his head and looked at the swarthy "shield wall", his eyes flashed, and his shoulder blades were itching, ready to move.

And between the gaps in the "shield wall", a little cold light can be faintly seen.

"The Wolf King is imitating General Zheng's tactics!"

Such a blatant "plagiarism" made Lao Li on horseback exclaim.

"Hahaha! You can't draw a tiger, like a stupid cat! ”

Zheng Haoran laughed three times, and inadvertently mocked the orange cat, and in an instant, his face was hideous, murderous, and he pointed at the long knife:

"The whole army obeys orders—"

"Don't be afraid,"

"Charge with me!"

"Kill!!"

Hiss!

Zheng Jiajun, who was briefly flustered because he saw the towering and dark shield wall, was in a hurry because of Zheng Haoran's words in the next second, and everyone lowered their posture on horseback.

Call...... Call...... Call......

In an instant, Zheng Xiu was stunned.

He noticed a terrible thing: not long after Zheng Haoran "gave the order", all the soldiers behind him, including the deputy general Lao Li, seemed to have turned into machines.

Everyone's messy breathing is amazingly "in tune", and everyone's breathing is frighteningly synchronized, whew! Call! Call! Small breaths converged, but at this moment, it was like a hurricane that swept through the canyon.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of horses' hooves moving.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Echoes in the valley.

Between the electric light and flint, the messy sound of horses' hooves, after a few breaths of adjustment, also reached a terrifying synchronization. Nearly 1,000 horses, the sound of horses' hooves only leaves the pure "da-da, da-da, da-da", full of rhythm, like war drums!

Knock knock knock!

The war drums on the barbarian's side beat frantically to boost morale, but they were suppressed by the sound of horses' hooves in the valley like drums.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Soon, everyone's heartbeat was beating the same rhythm.

The sound of a heartbeat like a war drum!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zheng Xiu clutched his chest, feeling a kind of anxiety inexplicably. He knew that this was Zheng Haoran's "domination" again, because in essence, he was not Zheng Haoran's "soldier", he was now staying in this army, and in the "tone" of the Zheng family's army, he was so out of place that he couldn't fit into them.

I believe that the leader soldier monk also has the same sense of grievance.

This feeling can not simply be described as "painful", "uncomfortable", or "hesitant". Zheng Xiu felt like he was wearing a big red dress to attend a funeral, at the funeral, the filial sons wore linen and filial piety, as soon as he entered, everyone's eyes looked over, he became "a little red in the ten thousand filial piety bushes", and the eyes on the opposite side expressed a kind of "We are traitors", well, Zheng Xiu is the traitor who was released.

According to experience, Zheng Xiu waited for himself to be "squeezed out".

But this time he was not "pushed away".

The Zheng Jiajun who charged in the canyon, they were silent, and the wind and snow behind them produced a visible distortion with the naked eye.

Distorted like a stream of air, it rose into the sky and converged in the direction of Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran let out a long roar, exerted force with both feet, and the limbs of the mount under him bent suddenly.

Click!

The horse's limbs and knees made a crunch at the same time. The horse's eyes were bloodshot.

Bang!

The war horse jumped high, and the rocks below collapsed, leaving four clear horseshoe marks!

Zheng Haoran was united in men and horses, and as the war horse jumped, he raised his war knife on horseback.

All the distortions converged on Zheng Haoran's arm, and Zheng Xiu watched in shock at the figure of Daddy and Centaur in mid-air.

It's silent.

Everything is still.

At this moment, Daddy, that arm, that long knife, is like a bow.

"Kill!"

A moment of accumulation, accompanied by Zheng Haoran's angry shout, the still time flowed again, and Zheng Haoran threw the long knife in his hand towards the shield wall.

Shout!

The long knife struck, like a shooting star, and in the process of flying, swept the fine snow drifting in the valley, blinking and spinning, looking like a white angry dragon from a distance.

The aftermath of the white dragon frantically squeezed the mountain walls on both sides, snapping! The ground shook and the mountains shook, the walls on both sides cracked, the broken stones were torn and rolled in, and the canyon was widened by two feet.

The spiral energy tore the shield wall apart, and the seemingly indestructible shield wall was as fragile as a piece of papyrus in front of Zheng Haoran's thaumaturgy.

"Outrageous!"

Zheng Haoran's hand once again refreshed the upper limit of Zheng Xiu's evaluation of his father's strength.

Boom!

The long knife was already overwhelmed and shattered, Zheng Haoran slammed his arm, dissipated the soreness, and blasted open the shield wall with his hand, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

Behind the canyon, a phalanx of every 100 people has long been waiting to surround the exit of the canyon. However, after Zheng Xiu rushed out of the canyon, Zheng Haoran launched "domination" again, and the Zheng family army silently changed formations, with Zheng Haoran as a nuclear warhead, the army twisted into an arrow, easily tore through the defense line of the phalanx, and rushed to kill in the field.

At this point, Zheng Xiu couldn't get into it, and he watched his father rushing back and forth in the army of 10,000 people without panting, so he could only silently ride his horse and stop and observe at the valley mouth.

Obviously, the number of the other party far exceeded that of the Zheng family's army, reaching ten times, but Zheng Haoran rushed to kill, it was not like being surrounded, but Zheng Haoran surrounded them.

"It's terrifying."

Zheng Xiu frowned, if it was said that this was a pure cold weapon war, it was indeed unreasonable. Zheng Haoran can lead the soldiers to enter and exit seven times in the 10,000-person army array, all by innate alien skills.

Zheng Jiajun's momentum is like a rainbow, the so-called "momentum" under the traction of Zheng Haoran, as if it has been substantiated, draped in the periphery of the formation, ordinary swords are difficult to approach, and all are blocked, not to mention the rain of arrows, a wave of arrow rain falls, ding ding, Zheng Jiajun is not driven, and the air is deflected away from a few feet away.

"Retreat!"

After killing for a while, the field was in shambles, leaving countless corpses of barbarians. Zheng Haoran retreated decisively.

……

Zheng Haoran is like fighting guerrilla.

Fight a wave of retreat, and the whole army triumphs.

Not long after retreating to the canyon, many of the soldiers who were still fighting in the enemy's formation not long ago rolled their eyes, pounced, plopped, and fell to the snow one after another.

"Quick! Medic, Medic! ”

The monk didn't react at first, and it wasn't until Lao Li Tou panted and pulled him to see people that the monk remembered that he was now a gang leader and a military doctor.

……

"Daddy, where is your Inhuman mark?"

Zheng Xiu found his father with a heavy heart.

"What stranger?"

Zheng Haoran inspected for a round and was relieved to see that his soldiers were just overtired and fine. Hearing this, Zheng Haoran looked confused and puzzled.

Zheng Xiu whispered quietly in Zheng Haoran's ear.

"You said that!"

Zheng Haoran suddenly realized, his old face turned red, and he silently pulled Zheng Xiu into the small tent...... Take your pants off.

"This birthmark is only known to your mother!"

Zheng Haoran's Inhuman mark grows on his buttocks, and the distorted word "Yi You" is very eye-catching.

No wonder Zheng Haoran is still blushing when he is old, it turns out that he grew up in a strange place.

Zheng Xiu vaguely sensed that the position of the Inhuman Mark had something to do with the nature of the doorway.

Except for his sigil, which grows in the brain, all other Inhumans grow in specific locations.

"Ass?"

"Ride?"

"Domination?"

"Yi You, in terms of position, it is indeed among the 'Three Venerables', and the ranking is next to Wei Chen's 'Usurper'."

"Then above the general, it is indeed the 'emperor'."

Zheng Xiu had been studying the doorway diagram for a while, and it didn't take much thought before he sat down and wanted to understand why his father's mark was on his buttocks.

Zheng Haoran, who was facing away from Zheng Xiu, lifted his pants with a red face.

Although, however, this is his son, biological, he is still a little embarrassed.

"Don't use your Inhuman Technique lightly."

Zheng Xiudang even told his father seriously that in the doorway system, there are theories about "rules", "restrictions", and "media".

"Under certain conditions, 'restrictions' are likely to become 'irreversible costs', and I am worried that ......"

Zheng Xiu had already looked at Zheng Haoran's soldiers for the second time, and hesitated for a while, Zheng Xiu didn't know whether to tell Zheng Haoran the truth, and after thinking for a while, Zheng Xiu was afraid that Zheng Haoran would feel guilty and at the same time would have other effects on his plan, so he said vaguely: "I'm worried that they will delay the fighter due to exhaustion." ”

In fact, Zheng Xiu speculated that Zheng Haoran's innate inhuman technique was to bring about an "increase" in the soldiers at the cost of "consuming the life span of soldiers".

It seems like so.

Zheng Haoran simply listened to it and nodded seriously: "You...... There is a reason for that! I'll pay attention next time. ”

Walking out of the military tent, Zheng Haoran looked at his fist over and over again. His "thaumaturgy" is still at the stage of "instinct", and he can't figure out why he is different from ordinary people and why he is invincible.

……

After a day of repair, the soldiers of Zheng Jiajun, who had fallen due to "exhaustion", quickly recovered their spirits and were alive and well.

In the next three days, Zheng Haoran led his troops out of the canyon and killed for three days.

Under Zheng Xiu's reminder, Zheng Haoran kept an eye on it and divided the soldiers into several groups.

The soldiers who went out with him during the day were tired, and at night they were kept vigil by other soldiers.

Really.

As Zheng Haoran expected, the wolf king was by no means a reckless man, he was beaten for several days, and it looked like he was being pressed down, but after the defeat during the day, that night, the moon was clear, and the wolf king sent hundreds of infantry to sneak attack the military camp in the night.

This time, Fengbei finally couldn't hold back and made a move.

In the early morning of the next day, looking at the corpses in the canyon that were cut into pieces and the snow that was dyed red, Zheng Haoran was silent alone for a long time, and finally could only walk back to Zheng Xiu's side, patted Zheng Xiu's shoulder, and everything was silent.

Several secret letters were conveyed by the ravens one after another, and the rest of the front sent back good news, the northern barbarians lost their backbone, collapsed into an army, and almost all of them withdrew, and were beaten out of the pass.

The emperor sat in the imperial city, and one after another military orders flew to the front line like wings, and he ordered all the generals on the front line to guard the frontier, be vigilant against the comeback of the Northern Barbarians, and kill a horse gun.

In a New York minute.

Zheng Xiu, Fengbei, and the monk have been in the ghost by mistake, and it has been more than a month since then.

As the wolf king was dragged here by Zheng Haoran's "fight-and-run tactics", the long battle line won one after another, repelled the Northern Barbarians, and with the retreat of the Northern Barbarian side, everything seemed to be going in a good direction.

It's just that the better the situation, the more uneasy Zheng Xiu feels.

In addition to making a plan with Zheng Haoran to "hide the sky and fake death", the three of them have tried not to mix too much, except for Fengbei who really couldn't help but make a move that night. Trying to look like a bystander is just waiting for something to happen.

"Zheng Haoran is the third human pillar."

"One day, he will be caught in a ghost and taken into Changyan."

"And the barrier between Changyan and Chang Shi requires a large number of human souls to impact before the entrance can be opened."

"This canyon has been stuck for a long time, and thousands of resentful souls have accumulated, why is Chang Yan showing no signs of opening at all?"

Zheng Xiu couldn't figure it out.

The three "outsiders" secretly gathered and discussed for a long time, but they couldn't figure it out.

Feng Bei speculated with a bit of luck: "Could it be that his father, because of our appearance, he avoided the future of death?" ”

The monk was optimistic, clasped his hands together and smiled and chanted: "Ji people have their own natural appearance, and their fathers are good, they must be turning evil into good fortune and overcoming difficulties!" ”

When the trio conspired.

in the barracks.

Lao Li looked for Zheng Haoran with a sad face.

"General Zheng, it's me."

"Come in."

"Lao Zheng, you should know that our grain storage has not lasted for a few days, and I have already reflected the situation back, the military department said, our front, the road is rugged, the climate is harsh, the baggage is difficult to travel, and it is impossible to replenish, if it continues like this, I am afraid it will ......."

"I understand."

Zheng Haoran's desktop ancient map is tiled, and it is full of annotations and strokes. At this moment, Zheng Haoran completely lost his calmness and ease in front of Zheng Xiu, and his brows were furrowed. Even when Lao Li Tou said those words, Zheng Haoran didn't raise his head, and his eyes stayed on the ancient map.

"Come," Zheng Haoran smiled, beckoned to Lao Li, and pointed to the marker on the ancient map: "What did you see?" ”

When Lao Li heard this, he looked at the direction of the arrows on the map, which actually recorded in detail the distribution of the troops of each army in the Northern Barbarians and when they withdrew from the front line.

The long front ended with the retreat of the northern barbarians, Lao Li saw that the situation was very good on the ancient map, and after looking at it for a while, it was still good, so he nodded in wonder: "It's very good, we can win!" ”

"Have you ever wondered why the Wolf King hasn't left this place?"

Zheng Haoran asked rhetorically.

"Aren't you being dragged by General Zheng?"

"If it's someone else, I believe it. But I have touched a punch with him, hehe, there is a anger in his fist, a fire that does not admit defeat and does not extinguish, he is by no means the kind of person who is willing to suffer defeat. Zheng Haoran closed his eyes, as if recalling the punch that he had collided with the wolf king, and sighed after a moment: "Don't forget, he is a wolf, a wolf who survives in the wasteland all year round." ”

"It's all gone, what else can I do."

Zheng Haoran smiled and shook his head, picked up the brush, put his tongue and licked it, dipped some ink, and along the ancient map, the arrows of each army were lengthened a little.

The first stroke, the second stroke, and the third stroke, Lao Li didn't see the clue.

But when Zheng Haoran meticulously drew the route and drew the entire ancient map densely.

Lao Li's scalp was numb in an instant, his face turned pale, and he sat in front of Zheng Haoran.

"I'm a damn girl, and all the barbarians of the dog days are gathering in Yalaso Mountain!!"

Whew—

That's when it happened.

On the other side of the canyon, there were bursts of high-pitched wolf howls.