"Is there anything unspeakable about Mu Gong?" Hu Yandu filled the wine bottle in Mu War's hand.

Mu Va smiled, raised the wine bottle and drank it down, then gave Hu Yandu a fist to his shoulder.

"Alas, those rebellious ministers and thieves in the south claim that there are 800,000 people, although it is a bluff, but if the old man really pours all his troops and horses, it will not be less than 100,000. I'm not afraid of his 100,000 pigs and dogs, I'm afraid of Murong Ji in the northwest, but he has been eyeing us, it's not good, the single-drive old man has his support behind him. In this battle, we must not be sloppy. Mu Va spoke to Hu Yandu and spit out the worries in his heart.

Hu Yandu is his old buddy, his parents can't believe it, and this old guy can also trust it.

Perhaps, as the commander of the Jiang Khanate, he can only say something to Hu Yandu.

"Why should Mu Gong worry, in the south of them, there are few soldiers, but a group of local chickens and dogs who sell their heads, in my opinion, except for the thousands of wolf-toothed heavy cavalry under the command of the three old immortals of the single family, there are no soldiers and horses to fight. Hu Yandu said.

"Hehe, I know that the Xuantie stick in your hand has not served anyone, but the two armies are fighting, and it is not the martial arts of one or two people who are stronger. It was a great contest of strategy and tactics between the two sides, morale, individual force, soldiers, horses, food and grass, and the right time and place. Think about the battles of Muye, Guandu, Chibi, and Weishui in the mainland, this is a war, and it is a war to win the name before and after death!!!" Mu Va said, closing his eyes and starting to sniff, as if he had been on the battlefield and smelled the bloody rain.

"Hu Yandu listened to Mu Gong's words, he was better than ten years of study, he was taught, he was taught!!" Hu Yandu folded his hands and bowed to Mu Va, reluctant to get up for a long time.

Look at Nanzhong City in Nanjiang again, we have also talked about Jiang Wangfu here.

Now, on the main hall, Jiang Khan put on a battle robe for Shan Qi, and presented the Khan's Mongolian scimitar with both hands.

"Ben Khan, Ben Khan personally gave Ling Yin a scimitar, a Khan chariot, and accompanied Ling Yin Yu to drive a personal expedition, the fate of the Jiang Khanate is all tied to Ling Yin. Jiang Khan trembled and bowed to the single drive.

"Khan, as a courtier of the Jiang Khanate, the old minister eats the monarch and worries about the monarch's affairs, this is what the old minister should do, you must not torture the old minister!"

"Hahahaha, the old minister must live up to the Khan's expectations and return triumphantly!" After finishing speaking, he threw off his black robe, looked up to the sky and laughed out of the door.

Behind him, more than a dozen wolf-tooth heavy cavalrymen lifted their maces and followed.

The civil and military men above the court also breathed a sigh of relief.

At the gate of the palace, Nanjiang's generals have already gathered here.

Needless to say, the four old generals of the Shan family, Kuang Ping, Liu Dazhi, Xiao Eighteen, and Kuang Wuchou all dismounted when they saw Shan driving out of the palace.

Kuang Ping took the three of them and went to the single drive.

"Big brother, the more I think about it, the more aggrieved I feel, how do I think, did we and thousands of brothers be sold to this Nanjiang single family by the hanging pot?" Xiao Shibai whispered to Kuang Ping while following up.

Liu Dazhi heard Xiao Shibai's words, but he just smiled and said nothing.

"Eighteen, don't talk nonsense anymore, Mr. Liu has his own plans, I can trust Mr. Liu, if you don't want to follow me, fend for yourself, I won't stop you." Kuang Ping frowned.

As they spoke, they quickly caught up with the one-way drive.

"Shan Gong, my 3,500 Kuang family soldiers have gathered in Nanjiang, and we will be driven by Shan Gong at any time. Kuang Ping saluted the one-way drive.

"Okay, good, worthy of being my righteous brother who drives alone!!!Soldiers, tell me, how can I drive alone, how can I make friends with such a righteous brother!"

"Congratulations to Shan Gong, like a tiger with wings!!" Shan Gong saluted on his horse.

The old general had seen the Kuang family army, and he felt that the wolf tooth heavy cavalry under his command was ashamed of himself compared with the Kuang family army in terms of individual strength and teamwork.

"Congratulations to Shan Gong, like a tiger with wings!!" the soldiers also saluted.

"Hahaha, Brother Kuang Ping, you heard it, my soldiers said, your joining, we are like a tiger with wings!"

"Shan Gong and Nan Jiang's brave soldiers are serious, Kuang Ping is just doing his best, just hoping to do his part for Shan Gong's great cause, Kuang Ping is very satisfied. Kuang Ping smiled.

"Okay, I've almost arranged the army formation, brother, so let's do it, brother wants to integrate you into the left wing and protect my Chinese army, what do you think?" asked Shan Qi.

"Ah, you can't go into battle to kill the enemy heartily, not happy, not happy!!" Xiao Eighteen was the first to shake his head when he heard the appointment of the single drive, and his face was as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

Liu Dazhi also coughed dryly.

"Big brother, if Kuang Jiajun can't be the striker, then I can take the thousand people under my command back. Kuang Wuwu understood, and also spoke persecutively.

"Me too, I go too. "Xiao Eighteen is even more energetic.

"You two guys, is there General Kuang in your eyes, and is there still Shan Gong in your eyes!!" Liu Dazhi hurriedly stood up.

At this moment, there was a sudden stalemate.

As soon as Kuang Ping saw that it was almost over, he came out to play a round.

"Shan Gong, look at this, my brothers are all bloody men, otherwise, let us be your pawns!" Kuang Ping smiled, it seemed that the battlefield was a game of chess, a big deal to lose, a big deal to win.

Pawn, that's a nice thing to say. To put it mildly, it is cannon fodder.

Consume cannon fodder for enemy feathered arrows, thunder stones, and rolling logs.

To put it more bluntly, it is to send to death.

Whether in the northern region or in the interior, most of the former army was composed of prisoners of war and generals. Because except for a few ghost talents, in the eyes of most people, in a big battle, the striker is not important.

"Hiss~" single-drive gasped.

The old generals also gasped.

Nanjiang's soldiers, but most of them glanced at Kuang Ping and the four of them a few more times, and the name of Kuang Jiajun appeared in their minds with arrogance for the first time.

"Brother Kuang Ping, have you and Kuang Jiajun really decided?"

"It's decided, Kuang Jiajun has been tossing and turning several times, wandering without a fixed place, and can be taken in by Shan Gong, if he doesn't repay the favor, how can Kuang Ping be a person!"

"Then, well, our Nanping desert barbarians captured five thousand barbarian soldiers, and now my brother has incorporated these soldiers into your Kuangjia army, and help you. "One-way drive.

"Thank you, Shan Gong. ”

Kuang Ping was talking, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure beside Shan Gong, which made him frown familiarly.

Who is this figure? We'll talk about that in the next chapter.

Off topic:

Wipe the night, tired of the keyboard, take a hole flute to the artificial lake of commercial medicine, occasionally three points of light ink, swaying a que "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou", in front of the book friends to offer ugliness:

Holding the hands in the depths of the ten nights, the crickets groaned.

Sitting on the shore of an artificial lake, the eyes are royal blue, and the ripples are gradually broken.

How can the word 'miserable' be born everywhere? It can't cover idlers.

And put the bag down, and gently opened the trembling lips.

I couldn't bear to play the lone star again, I was alone with a sorrow, and my sword eyebrows frowned again.

Laughing at tomorrow's journey, maybe the end of the day?

Sigh students, Xin Xin is still the same;

Recalling yesterday's scene, it is difficult for the old people to stay.

Knowing me, when the hole flute is whining, the spotted bamboo is soaked.

Basheng Ganzhou ·