The night is already deep.

The horsemen's hooves were still galloping, and their speed had not even dropped the slightest.

As the foundation of Zheng Fan's beginning, this cavalry team has been luxuriously equipped from the very beginning, and in some places, it is even better than the Zhenbei Army.

One man and two horses are standard, which can ensure the long-term mobility of the cavalry.

More than 100 years ago, in the war between the barbarians and the Yan Kingdom, the barbarian cavalry relied on this advantage to make the entire seven counties of Great Yan ignite the beacon fire.

Now, the barbarians are not good, but this barbarian cavalry is strictly beyond the limitations of its ancestors.

Because the barbarians have never really defeated the Yan Kingdom from beginning to end, but now, they have crossed the Yan Kingdom and come to the land of the Qian Kingdom.

This is already a breakthrough in history.

"Lord, which is our goal?"

"I don't know, look further south!"

Along the way, he saw some fortresses from afar, but Zheng Fan didn't even think about touching them again, he just pulled out a little distance to bypass them, and those fortresses didn't find this cavalry team that was running late at night.

With the experience of the previous fortress, Zheng Fan really didn't want to go to the big night to "scare himself" anymore, and at the same time, he didn't want to eat a duck pot after pulling out a chicken pot.

finally

A city came into view.

Zheng Fan raised his hand, and all the cavalry gathered the reins together.

"The Sentinels disperse."

Dozens of barbarian cavalry took the initiative to disperse and cruise nearby.

Zheng Fan dismounted and stood on the slope, looking at the city in front of him.

The city is not very large, and it is much smaller than Hutou City.

But it is a city after all, and those dock forts are not comparable to it at all, and it is not an exaggeration to call them "military towns" because they stand near the border.

Zheng Fan pulled out the water bladder plug and drank several sips of water.

Liang Cheng stood beside Zheng Fan, and when Zheng Fan handed him the water bladder, he took it, but he didn't see Zheng Fan reaching out to wash his hands.

"You're not thirsty?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Not thirsty."

"I haven't seen you eat either."

"I've eaten it."

"You and Ah Ming are very good to feed."

Zheng Fan smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed to the city in front of him, and said, "You have good eyes, look at the city gate over there, whether it is still open." ”

"The gates are indeed open." Liang Cheng was convinced.

At the gate of the city, there seemed to be several convoys coming in and out, and several rows of torches were lit outside, which were brightly illuminated.

Outside the city walls, you can see a patch of "shanty houses", some of which have even the simplest tents, like a slum attached to the city.

"Do you think?"

Zheng Fan looked at Liang Cheng and asked.

"We're four hundred."

"Li Yunlong's regiment still dares to fight Ping'an County."

"That's a work of literature and art."

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch Liang Cheng's chin,

After a moment's hesitation,

Instead it was placed on Liang Cheng's shoulder,

Pinched,

Road:

"You're not the same."

"If the lord wants to try, his subordinates can lead the team to rush once."

"No, I'm a drag oil bottle, I can't stay behind and watch, I want to play, play together, I want to finish, and I want to finish together."

"It's too dangerous, and it's too reckless."

"Are you telling the truth or are you going against your will?"

"Against your will."

"Huh."

"It's night, the city is not closed, it's still so lively outside, if you don't try to rush, your subordinates are really a little unwilling."

"After we pulled out a fort, we went all the way south from the fortified area without encountering a single soldier.

Yan Guo has abolished the forts, and our Cuiliu Fort has been changed to raise chickens, and some forts, even the bricks have been taken by local households to build pigsties.

On the Qianguo side, the fortresses are indeed still there, but there is no difference between them and those who don't. But, Ah Cheng, aren't the two of us too inflated? ”

"Lord, we are still cautious."

"Yes, we are not inflated, we are Qianguo, which gives us too much self-confidence."

…………

Under the north gate of Mianzhou City, the lights are bright, and a carload of goods is transported out of the city, and batches of goods are transported into the city.

Several Qianguo firms were waiting at the gate of the city, and several stewards were urging Lifu to be diligent and quick.

Occasionally, the eyes of the housekeepers met, and each could see the provocation and indignation in each other's eyes.

On this big night, it was freezing cold, and I would have brought the freight out (in) at home, and I would have been able to finish it a long time ago.

Who knew that tonight was just a coincidence, and several convoys actually bumped into each other.

The gate of the city is so big, if you want to go in and I want to come out, isn't it blocked, the most important thing is that the people of Mianzhou City, there are so many in total, how much your family has requisitioned, my family has to use less, but no one is willing to take half a step back, after all, out to be the steward of the convoy, outside, but it represents the face of their own master, how can you say let it?

As for these busy people, if you look closely, you can see that the clothes on some of them are actually cotton clothes distributed by the Qianguo army.

………

"Dad, it's cold, why are you still standing here?"

An old man with a gray beard stood on the top of the castle tower in a thin robe, and below it was a bustling hustle and bustle.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, took off his cloak, and draped it over the old man.

"Hmph."

The old man's body shook, and his cloak fell to the ground.

"My father is old, and my blood is not as strong as before, but my father is also an eight-grade martial artist, and this bit of cold is not in the eyes of my father!"

The middle-aged man picked up the cloak again, grabbed it with both hands, forcibly draped it over the old man, and said:

"My son knows, my son knows, but this is also a filial piety of my son, my own son is freezing here, how can you make your son happy."

"What about these soldiers down there?"

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the man who was busy carrying the goods below, and his voice trembled a little,

"They're cold, they're hungry, they're tired?

They are the border army of the great cadres, and the border army is here to get knives, not to be coolies! ”

"My father, don't be stubborn, who doesn't do this here?"

"Do you think that putting up my father makes you very aggrieved?"

"Grievance? How can you, you are my father, I am your son, but I can't talk about grievances. ”

"Is that still a grudge?"

"Tsk, knowing your son Mo Ruo's father, it's really a little, you said that over the years, you have been in the realm of an eight-rank martial artist, and you are an old veteran in the army, and when your son was young, he thought that with your father's support, he would not have to worry about it in this life;

Who knows, you are handing over the fold to the top and reporting to the peak, and your official position is falling year by year.

The good regimental training envoys have been sent to the Mianzhou City Patrol Captain, my father, you are really my father.

However, just in the evening, the son had dinner with the prefect, and the prefect said, you are soft, admit your mistakes, and the hanging on your body can be eliminated, and it is impossible for the official to be reinstated, but he can move up again before he unloads his armor and returns to the field, and when his son takes over, the position can be more comfortable. ”

"That's what you're coming to me for?"

"You say yes."

"Please, Lao Tzu, be the son of those bullshit civil officials?"

"Dad, you're really right, hasn't your son always been a grandson in front of the prefect, according to this generation, you are just right."

"Hehehe............"

The old man laughed.

The middle-aged man laughed too.

"Son, Dad knows, it's Dad who can't stand you."

"Why are you saying that again?"

"It's not that Dad doesn't know how to count for the family and for the descendants, but it can't be done!"

The old man lowered his head and glanced at the spear he had placed at his feet.

"Yes, I know what you are going to say, you have to say that the Yan people may be going south, and our Daqian border army can't continue to be so muddy, but to speak from the heart, Dad, have you ever fought with the Yan people in your life?

Didn't you?

It's been almost a hundred years, and the Yan people can't even see a single hair, and the son knows, Dad, in your life, seeing that you are a lot older, but you have never been able to perform martial arts, I am not convinced, but ............"

The old man suddenly turned his face sideways and looked at his son,

Very seriously:

"On the desert barbarians' side, there hasn't been news for a long time."

"What's going on here......"

"This shows that on the side of the barbarians, it is becoming more and more difficult to contain the Yan people, once the Yan people have no pressure from the north, what will they do?"

"Dad, these things are things that only the ministers and officials in the court need to consider, what are we worried about?"

"The official family doesn't understand, the official family doesn't understand what our army has become rotten, and most of the ministers don't understand it, even if a few do, they pretend that they don't understand.

You see, you see, I am now the captain of Mianzhou City, but how many people can I mobilize under my hands?

These soldiers of Mianzhou City were not only called by the military leaders and prefects as coolies, but even the barracks originally placed in the city were demolished and made into warehouses, but all these soldiers were driven out of the city to live in tents!

With such a soldier and such an army, can it fight? What kind of battle can it fight? ”

"Dad, you just put a hundred hearts, the Yan people will not come, the Yan people are busy doing business with us, how can they have spare time to fight, see no, it's so lively down here,

There are two convoys that are transporting goods from Yandi today, and two convoys are going to transport goods out of the city to Yandi.

There is money to be made, there is a good life to live, what kind of war is it to fight,

Are you stupid to be one of those swallow barbarians? ”

………

"Others will definitely take us for fools."

Zheng Fan, who was already sitting on horseback, said to Liang Cheng, who was riding beside him.

With 400 horsemen, to attack a border town, he is not a fool, and he really can't do such a thing.

"Lord, it doesn't matter what others think of us, the key is how we see ourselves."

"Actually, I also think I'm quite stupid, I have a good life that is comfortable, but I am bent on pursuing some excitement.

You say, when I rush to the door later, if a sharpshooter on the tower of the city comes down with an arrow and shoots me through the heart, will I be in a panic? ”

"Just be happy."

"Alas, I was damaged by you, getting closer and closer to Zhu is red, and the ink is black."

"Lord."

"Huh?"

"We were designed by you."

"So?"

"It should be called the upper beam is not right, and the lower beam is crooked."

"You're getting skinny."

"This is called close to Zhu Zhechi."

Zheng Fan put down the protective face on his helmet that he specially asked to add,

meantime

Raising the knife in his hand,

shouted in brute language:

"I don't allow you to touch women, but today, in this city, I promise you to be full of wine and meat!"

All the brute soldiers followed Zheng Fan's movements and raised the blades in their hands.

"Kill!"

Zheng Fan's knife edge slashed forward!

"Ula !!!!!"

"............" Zheng Fan.

"Who taught them Ulla?" Zheng Fan roared.

"Fan Li."