When he finally drove to the front of the carriage and horse, Zhang Dameng happened to see Qi Mojing's spear against the scimitar of the Qiangrong people stabbing at Yan Yong.

There was a loud bang, and Qi Mojing pulled his hand and dragged Yan Yong, who was committed to the ground, up.

Look at Yan Yong again, holding Qi Mojing's arm tightly, crying so much that he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Zhang Dameng couldn't help glaring at Yan Yong fiercely, and then said to Qi Mojing, "Withdraw the army!" ”

"Yes." Qi Mojing had no love of fighting, and went straight to Yan Yong's horse, and when a whistle sounded, the soldiers under his command turned around and ran.

That speed, as if he had practiced countless times and then ran away, made his eyelids jump straight away.

However, the soldiers under Yan Yong were stunned, and were killed by the Qiangrong people behind him.

After escaping all the way out of ten miles, the soldiers gradually gathered together again.

Yan Yong had already been so torn in one place that he couldn't even say a word. He just pulled Qi Mojing and refused to let go.

escaped like this, and Zhang Dameng became the slowest one.

He ran a hundred meters away, and then he took his bow and arrows, and shot the feather arrows dipped in fire oil at the discarded chariots and horses, and for a time the flames soared into the sky, which was quite magnificent.

After finally escaping the entanglement of the Qiangrong people, and after counting the number of people, Zhang Dameng's face became even darker.

This time, the two thousand people under Qi Mojing and Yan Yong were used to transport grain and grass, but only about 1,600 people came back.

Most of the lost people and horses were Yan Yong's subordinates?!

After confirming the casualties, Zhang Dameng looked at his brother-in-law a little unkindly.

Looking at Qi Mojing again, he took a step with long legs, and looked at himself with worried eyes, "Mr. Zhang, the things we transported have been destroyed, how can we explain to the prince now?" ”

Zhang Dameng glanced at him gloomily, as if he was scrutinizing.

Qi Mojing only calmly faced his gaze, and did not flinch for a moment.

After a long time, Zhang Dameng smiled and patted Qi Mojing's shoulder, "I'll just say that Brother Qi has a lot to do!" The performance just now is enough to impress the prince! ”

After that, he leaned into Qi Mojing's ear and whispered, with a smug look on his face.

Qi Mojing's eyes were deep, and he smiled again, "The prince and the chief soldier have no last resort, and they are worthy of using soldiers like gods." ”

"Where, where!" Zhang Damasked smiled, "It's all the credit of the prince, let's just do what we want." ”

There was some cordiality in his words, obviously that after this experience, he could be regarded as completely incorporating Qi Mojing into the garrison camp.

When they regrouped, a group of soldiers lined up and returned, as if the defeat of the ancestors was only a short episode, and it was quickly swept away.

Zichuan rode a horse in front of Qi Mojing, walked side by side with him, and couldn't help but snort coldly, "It's embarrassing."

"Who is the wolf? Who's embarrassed? Qi Mojing didn't have much to say to him, just lowered his head and thought about it.

It seems that Wenren Xinchuan really has doubts about himself. This escort of grain and grass is a complete temptation.

Although the grain and grass he escorted were full of vehicles, most of them were stones, one was to draw out the tribes in Qiangrong who had the idea of raising grain and grass, and the other was to test their loyalty.

Qi Mojing, who was immersed in his thoughts, didn't hear Zichuan's question until he raised his voice again, and he was so angry that he shouted in Qi Mojing's ear, "Those tribes who snatch grain and grass are just too hungry." You don't go to kill Durle in the grassland, but you take these peaceful tribes to open the knife, how different are you from beasts?! ”

This voice was so loud that even Zhang Dameng and Yan Yong's eyes were cast.

Yan Yong wanted to come over and teach Zichuan a lesson, but was stopped by Zhang Dameng.

The corners of Qi Mojing's lips drooped a little, and his voice also carried a little unkind coldness, "They are hungry, what do they have to do with the master?!" It's hard to disobey the military order, or do you think you should have mercy on these weak people? ”

He really didn't say anything badly, Zichuan glared at Qi Mojing fiercely, turned his horse and walked back, and opened a long distance from him.

Qi Mojing had long been accustomed to the dissent of this Qiangrong person, but he just put it by his side. A slave's mind is not worth pondering.

The way back was much easier than before, and everyone stayed overnight, and when they gradually saw the outline of Luocheng, they all had some joy to go home.

Especially Qi Mojing's subordinates, the casualties were not large, and their emotions were quite stable, all of them had smiles on their faces, and they couldn't wait to fly back to the city like wings.

Approaching Luocheng, Zhang Dameng asked Yan Yong and Qi Mojing to take the soldiers back to the garrison camp first, and returned to the palace alone to report the military situation.

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After leaving Kefu, Shi Mo prepared fast horses and dry food, and followed the traces of the march all the way deep into the interior of Qiangrong.

When I finally saw the frame, the fire was gone. There was a mess all around, full of corpses, and they were hollowed out by hungry wolves.

Shi Mo wandered among these corpses, and there was no trace of the second master, so his heart was a little more stable.

He set his eyes on the corpses of the Qiangrong people who had not been moved, and groped around them, rummaging through them.

The clothing of the various tribes of Qiangrong is similar, and it is difficult to see the details of these tribes from the clothing alone.

It took no less than ten corpses in a row to find a jeweled waist knife symbolizing status on a person who was missing half of his body.

The waist knife is small and delicate, with a sharp edge, and a vague "Yan" character is engraved close to the sheath handle.

Hearing the creaking of leather boots on the snow in the distance, the squire moved his ears, pinned the waist knife to his waist, and quietly hid behind a half-withered birch tree.

The people who came were a man and a woman, all dressed in traditional Qiang Rong costumes, the two of them had a very strong accent, and they were biting words lightly, and they were churning around while talking.

Shi Mo listened vaguely for a while, and then realized that these two people were not far from Nadal's royal court.

The two men must have been drawn by the previous flames to check on the situation. The woman's figure is slender and powerful, with a half-meter-long scimitar around her waist, and her eyes are very condensed.

"These Qiang Rong rats, doing it here, obviously want us Nadal to carry the black pot. If the king with a different surname is investigated, I am afraid it will be difficult for us to get away with responsibility. ”

The man with her was exceptionally tall and covered in wolf tooth ornaments. Hearing the woman's complaint, he couldn't help but open his mouth, "What is my sister afraid of!" In the past, the royal court of Durle sent people many times to try to win over his father Khan, but his father Khan did not agree. If you want me to say, it is better to take this opportunity to join Durgle, so that you will not be afraid of anything! ”

"Heh, my brother is so naïve. In the past, the court of Damtso was the most powerful tribe in the steppe, but in the end, it was not Durle who betrayed his treachery and defeated the entire Damtso. How can we be with the villain?! The female Qiang Rong's voice was a little mocking, as if she looked down on the royal court of Durle.

"Nadal is not Tamu Wrong, and I am not Yan Chunxiao. The end of Damu Co will not fall on Nadal's court. ”

The two quarreled a few more words, and each checked and left.

When the two of them left, Shi Mo peeked out from behind the blackened birch tree, his eyes a little pensive.

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