Under the moonlight, Xue San's shadow was pulled out of a length that was impossible in reality.

Especially the phrase "recognize one's fate", even more telling a thousand intestines.

People want to be free, demon kings, even more so.

They were originally the protagonists in their respective "worlds", no matter their grades were good or bad, whether they were on the street or not.

Getting used to it is getting used to it. In fact, there is not too much resistance. It is reasonable to call Zheng Fan "Lord" in the light of reason.

But if you can choose,

Everyone wants to take a breath of fresh air to their heart's content.

If the former cannot be satisfied,

Ok,

Just breathe out.

Hundreds of people in black, who were trained by Xue San himself, disappeared into the camp. Some of these people were selected by Xue San for training during the heyday, and some were people who were recruited in midway, but they all inherited them. The "mantle" and "thinking" of Xue San.

In fact, special operations have existed since ancient times.

The miraculous war thinking of taking elite soldiers is not an unpopular tactic.

But in this era, there are indeed few people who can be so professional, so literate, and so planned.

The most important thing is that because of the Seven Demon Kings, in the early days, Uncle Zheng took the path of special forces operations.

Because the external checkpoints have been cleared, the hundred men in black sneaked easily. Some were responsible for assassinations, and some were responsible for preparing to set fire to the stables.

Their purpose is actually not to kill all the enemies inside in the dark. This is too naive and impossible. What they need to do is to take off the enemy’s "coat" as much as possible during the last period of night. Come down.

Subsequently,

Wait until the main force behind makes a charge and completely overwhelms the enemy.

A Ming clutched his abdomen and dropped to the ground, standing beside Xue San.

Xue San hugged his head with his hands, hummed a little song, and said:

"Is there a feeling of killing pigs with a sledgehammer?"

A Ming said: "Just consider it to be a military training, but when you set the time before, did you set it too long?"

One hour is equivalent to two hours, and A Ming and Xue San simply don't need such a long time, even if they deliberately do it in a game-like manner, in the end, there is still a lot of time left.

"The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength. Since it is training soldiers, you have to practice to the best time. The time is just right. When my team is finished, the sky will just be dark. At this time, A Cheng leads the army again. It's just a wave."

"Oh."

Ming nodded.

"By the way, do you think about how to lick the lord?"

"Think about it."

"Share to share?"

A Ming shook his head.

"So unfeeling?"

"Yes it is."

"Ignore the friendship of a colleague and a partner?"

"Never mind."

"Are you so cold-blooded?"

"My blood... is cold."

"..." Xue San.

Time is up,

far away,

Liang Cheng personally led four thousand snow sea cavalry, and when the dawn of dawn just showed a corner, they launched a charge.

For a while,

Like thunder rolling in from a distance.

The Naiman warrior in the camp was awakened immediately, but in the next moment, he fell into a panic directly.

Because leaders such as centurions have basically been assassinated by men in black sneaking into the tent, the savages are highly hierarchical and behave directly and clearly.

People with different identities and the tents they sleep in are completely different, which is really easy to distinguish.

At this point, they should actually learn from Uncle Zheng.

The place where the war horses were stored was also suddenly on fire, causing the war horses to start running in the camp.

At the same time, because this is not a pure garrison, the warriors of the Naiman tribe are actually dragging their families, and because of this, there are still clansmen scattered around in the camp.

In short,

If this is an exercise,

The earl’s mansion can be described as all the elites, and the levels of combat literacy, planning, execution, and connection are impeccable;

On the opponent's side, he basically made all the mistakes he could make.

The cavalry led by Liang Cheng rushed directly into the tribe. The knights brandished their sabers and began to reap the lives in front of them mercilessly.

A Ming unlocked his wine sang.

Xue San turned to look at A Ming and asked:

"Go for a drink?"

"Well, Fanta."

"Sure, you go, take advantage of the Lord is not here now, hehe."

Ah Ming went.

Because as Xue San said, Zheng Fan is not here.

At this time, Zheng Fan is at least one day away from here. Liang Cheng is actually the front army. He took the lead in attacking here to clear the way for the follow-up army. After he has laid down here according to the established plan, Liang Cheng will also lead his army to the Naiman tribe At the rear of this tribe, more than 7,000 barbarian cavalry led by the lord attacked the Naiman tribe pasture.

The demon kings themselves have no "humanity". The inhumanity here can not be regarded as a derogatory term, nor does it specifically refer to their darkness, but a simple description given by an objective statement.

Xue San sat on the ground,

Lift one's cheek,

Contemplative.

Recently, he has spent a lot of time meditating, but the results of meditating are very few.

next moment,

Xue San scratched his head, revealing Fan Li's silly smile;

then,

He was indifferent again, showing Liang Cheng's indifferent gesture that everyone around him owed me a hundred taels;

immediately,

He gave himself another mouth,

revert to original.

"Difficult..."

...

On the battlefield, there is no way to say that anything can definitely be arranged, designed and executed meticulously, and there will always be some accidents.

For example, according to the original plan, the more than 7,000 barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan should arrive on the west side of the Snow Plains Deep Pool only a day later, but they arrived half a day early.

When Liang Cheng's subordinate was cleaning the battlefield, the leading cavalry of the barbarian cavalry had already arrived. Therefore, Liang Cheng directly handed over the task of cleaning the battlefield and watching the prisoners behind him, and led the men who had just fought a battle to set off again. Started a strategic roundabout.

This kind of situation can only happen to the devil. It doesn't give the boss face at all. Let the boss clean up the battlefield for you and put it on the other lord and generals. It is simply a model of inexorable respect.

Uncle Zheng arrived at noon, and the troops marched faster than expected.

Because these Ke Yanbe warriors heard that they were about to come to the snowy field to grab the savage's cattle, sheep and livestock, and they could turn the savage into their own slaves.

This subjectively active gender is mentioned, and the fatigue of long-distance migration is not visible at all.

Actually, this is also normal, because originally the Keyan Tribe is not a big tribe in the desert, but it is definitely not a small tribe. It can be jealous by the barbarian king and chooses to squeeze you out. A tribe without two brushes is really not qualified .

Under the long-distance migration, the herd of livestock began to gradually decrease, which is equivalent to watching one's own property continue to shrink. This is really a torment.

Migration is for survival, plundering, for better survival. When there is a goal in front of oneself, the passion that everyone bursts out is really a bit scary.

According to the pre-planned plan, the barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan will camp here as an expedition army, attracting soldiers and horses from the Naiman tribe, and at the same time doing a check to give Liang Cheng the lead. Take cover all the way.

Therefore, after Uncle Zheng got off the horse, he sat down directly by the deep pool.

The deep pool is actually a lake with a large area. It is said that it is very deep in the middle, but the outer part is no different from an ordinary shallow beach.

Uncle Zheng took off his boots and put them in the pool barefoot.

The pool water was very cold and very ice, which made people irritated, but it also dispelled the tiredness of marching all the way.

Jin Shu can set up a pot next to it, helping to boil hot water.

Ke Yandong is a young patriarch who is very good at learning. His learning goal is naturally Jinshuke. After all, he is also a barbarian. If he wants to come, he thinks Jinshuke's route can be copied by himself.

Therefore, Ke Yandong took off his armor and jumped into the pool to start catching fish.

In fact, there are rivers and lakes in the desert oasis, but the area is relatively small and not very dense. However, Ke Yandong's water is quite good. It didn't take long before he caught two cod.

The cod here is not the kind of cod in the ocean that Zheng Fan had known in his previous life. It is a fish species unique to the snowy field.

At this time, Xue San also came over, and took the cod from Ke Yandong very familiarly, took out a small dagger, and started to cut the sashimi very skillfully.

Ke Yandong was very surprised by Xue San’s knife skills. He didn’t expect that this short man could have such a trick. This is the way for the outsiders to watch the excitement and the insiders. Ke Yandong, who can eat ten big buns for a meal, himself He was a seventh-rank martial artist, and he was also an expert in swordsmanship.

After the sashimi was prepared, Xue San also took out two bottles, one is soy sauce and the other is chili sauce, and they were put on plates.

Put a pair of silver chopsticks in the hot water next to them and rinse them before handing them to Zheng Fan, saying:

"Lord, there is no mustard, you can make do with it."

Zheng Fan took the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The taste was delicious and there was no fishy smell.

It's just that Uncle Zheng is actually not very good at this bite, so after taking two or three slices, he motioned to them to eat together.

Xue San took the initiative to come over and said:

"Lord, there is a big fish in the captive this time. It is the third prince of the Naiman king's family."

"The third prince?"

"Yes, Lord."

"Go, go and see."

Xue San took the initiative to pick up a towel on one side to help Zheng Fan wipe his feet. Zheng Fan directly avoided and said:

"Okay, no matter how hard you are, you can't let you do this kind of thing."

"Hehe." Xue San scratched his head, showing a Fan Li-like smile, and said: "I just do it."

"Ah."

Zheng Fan laughed. He took the cloth and wiped his feet and put on his boots. After he got up, he had a kick with Ke Yandong, facing Jin Shu who was still squatting there and eating sashimi.

"Do things, don't know everything about eating!"

Liang Cheng has led the Xuehai cavalry to turn around. People need to be in charge of the scene here. Uncle Zheng himself can be the shopkeeper leisurely, but these two goods are not good.

Moreover, these two goods are the real actual leaders of these barbarian soldiers.

Jin Shu hurriedly reached out and grabbed the last few pieces and stuffed it into his mouth, smiled and owed Zheng Fan, and ran to take care of military affairs.

Ke Yandong was kicked by Zheng Fan, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Hey, what's the matter, crying?" Zheng Fan asked.

Ke Yandong shook his head, swallowed the fillets in his mouth, and said, "Uncle, I miss my father. In the past, my father used to kick me like this."

Xue San, who was standing on one side, frowned.

Fuck,

Is a master!

"Roll, go to work, collect all the cattle, sheep, cattle, and horses for me. Also, take care of your people, don't stretch out your hands, and the spoils will be distributed after they are returned to the Xuehai Customs for liquidation."

"Uncle, I have already asked Jin Shuke brothers on these roads. Don't worry, uncle, I still do things reliably."

Seeing that Uncle Zheng is not interested in admitting himself as a godson,

Ke Yandong also ran to command his tribe with acquaintance.

Zheng Fan took Xue San to the place where the prisoners were being held. On the way, Xue San was a little worried:

"Lord, is there a guarantee for the combat effectiveness of this barbarian soldier?"

After all, it was a foreign soldier who had just arrived and had not done any integration yet.

"At least, you can guarantee the bottom line, it won't be too bad, anyway, our opponent is not strong."

This is Zheng Fan's opinion. After all, there is no savage king on the snowy field anymore, and the various parts of the snowy field are fighting against the scattered sand. Their combat effectiveness is really not flattering.

At the beginning, whether it was the Situ family or the Helian family, they all played with the Xueyuan tribe casually.

The place where the prisoners were held was very large. In fact, it was just a circle. A group of knights were standing in front of them with bows and arrows, and they kept patrolling. The prisoners inside were all sitting together.

But the privilege exists no matter where it is. For example, there is a tent in the prison camp, and the three princes are in the tent.

After Liang Cheng led the army to rush in, the camp had no strength to fight back. All the people in the clan were left to surrender and flee. The third prince was spotted by Xue San's men early because of the special tent. There was nowhere to escape if he wanted to escape, nor did he make desperate resistance with a knife, so he simply surrendered.

When Zheng Fan was about to walk to the entrance of the tent, Xue San, who was with him, stretched out his voice and shouted:

"Uncle Hirano here!"

The warrior Ke Yanbu next to you, look at me, and I will look at you. Some people bowed on horseback, some slapped their chests, and some people followed Zhu Xia etiquette and held a fist at Zheng Fan.

These messy scenes made Xue San a little dissatisfied, and silently recorded it on his own notebook. For Xue Haijun, a standard that can be comparable to combat effectiveness is... etiquette.

It’s not an ordinary etiquette, but it’s about how to cooperate and respond to the Lord, so that the Lord can stand there and wave his hand to gain a sense of obedience. Let the Lord shout a word, and thousands of soldiers and soldiers below can follow. Shout the next sentence together.

In short, the first important task for the army is to make the master happy, and the second is to fight.

Of course, the two are not in conflict. In this era, if the entire army can be uniform and obey a familiar rhythm, it is impossible for the combat effectiveness to be much worse.

After all, the soldiers and horses under Uncle Zheng’s were either from the Sanjin knights, from the criminal conscripts and the Jingnan army, or from the barbarian soldiers, and their personal qualities were guaranteed. They were not the kind of phalanx composed of court ladies and eunuchs. team.

This kind of high-quality soldiers, coupled with the orderly polishing, has significantly improved their combat effectiveness.

However, although Xue San’s shout failed to coordinate with the surrounding Ke Yanbu warriors, the tent was quickly opened, and the three princes dressed in white linings knelt down directly to Zheng Fan:

"The sinner knocked on Uncle Hirano, Uncle Hirano Fukang."

Behind the third prince, there was a woman who knelt down. She was not young, but she had nothing to do with the old.

Xue San stared at Mrs. Wu and looked at it. It is no secret that Cao thief is good for his paternal master;

Ren Yinjiawei knew that he would send his wife to come and hide, let alone the demon kings who got along with the Lord.

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and flicked Xue San's brain collapsed.

Xue San immediately became sober.

Zheng Fan did not enter the tent, but directly signaled Xue San to set up a chair outside.

Uncle Zheng sat on the chair, while the third prince was still kneeling on the ground.

Xue San stood beside the third prince, and the magic pill was still in Zheng Fan's armor. Every time he was out on the expedition, the magic pill could no longer look at children and would be forcibly taken out by Uncle Zheng.

In addition, there are dozens of barbarian warriors guarding the surroundings.

It's always right to be cautious when you are away from home.

What if the third prince is not as gentle as it seems on the surface, but a hidden master?

Uncle Zheng, who has always liked beheading others, has spared no effort in guarding against others.

After Zheng Fan sat comfortably,

The third prince raised his head,

Looking at Zheng Fan,

High voice:

"Uncle, the Naiman tribe has committed insurrection, slaughtered Yanmin, and offended Tianwei. It is an incurable sin!

The uncle came out of the king's teacher, cut down the innocent, and suppressed rebellion, which is punishment on behalf of the heavens.

Sinners are willing to saddle up for the uncle, do what they can to do, in order to atone for their sins! "

Wen Jianjian's passage came from the mouth of a savage, which is really surprising, and I always feel that this style of painting is very wrong.

But this person is indeed very competent.

The prince of the Naiman Department killed hundreds of Jin citizens, but in his mouth, he directly turned into killing the Yan people.

In fact, Uncle Zheng was offended by that Jingguan, and that Jingguan was hitting him in the face of Uncle Zheng. Can you bear it?

But in the mouth of the third prince, it became the king's master who protected the people under his command.

Although the land of Jin is now in the Kingdom of Yan, the people of Jin can be regarded as the subjects of the prince Yan, this is correct;

But being keenly aware of this, and directly speaking out, proves that the political level of this product is really high.

And now that he has become a prisoner, he is not hypocritical at all. As the attacked party, he first helped Zheng Fan to rectify his name here, and then bluntly said that he was willing to be Uncle Zheng's running dog and a leading party.

Simply, neat, not sluggish, unlike some other descendants, who obviously didn't have the courage to wipe their necks and commit suicide.

Zheng Fan came with interest and pointed to the third prince who was still kneeling on the ground, and said:

"Go on."

"Uncle, this was originally the old place of the Anyang Division. My Naiman Division has a small number of troops and population here, but in my Naiman Division, the warriors can recruit 20,000!"

Zheng Fan raised his hand and interrupted:

"As far as this uncle knows, you are a string-controlling man in the 10,000-year-old man's headquarter."

"My uncle is clear, but there are more than ten thousand, which are soldiers and horses of servant soldiers and subordinate tribes."

Zheng Fan was not very comfortable with the existence of servant soldiers, because Zheng Fan was influenced by Tian Wujing to take the elite military route.

As for the soldiers and horses of the Naiman tribe, Uncle Zheng is not very admirable. The army of the savage can only be considered as truly effective in the hands of the savage king. The rest of the time, it is really ordinary.

For example, last year, I accompanied Hou Ye on an expedition to the snowy plains. The 30,000 Jingnan Army had destroyed the city and broke many savage tribes. If the Savage King had broken the snow customs, Zheng Fan felt that he could follow the Hou Ye and sweep again. All the way to the snow field.

"Uncle, the sinners have a group of subordinates trained by themselves in their own clan, and they are willing to obey the sinners' orders."

This means that he can fit inside and out.

Zheng Fan nodded and said:

"go on."

"Uncle please let the criminals go back, and the criminals will cooperate with your uncle to take down the Naiman tribe!

Although there was no help from the criminals, the Naiman tribe was still a group of native chickens in front of his uncle, but the soldiers under his uncle were so expensive that they could not bear this kind of loss.

In addition, the criminals are willing to settle the snowy field for the uncle's eagle dogs! "

"Okay, San'er, serve wine."

Xue San took out the wine sang and handed it to Zheng Fan. Zheng Fan opened the stopper, took a sip, and then threw it to the third prince who was kneeling on the ground.

The third prince took the wine barn,

Kowtowed at Zheng Fan first,

Then he couldn't help but picked up the wine and drank several sips.

He drank too eagerly, so he choked.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Lady Wu immediately crawled over and patted him on the back.

"Uncle, this wine is really delicious, hahaha."

Zheng Fan smiled.

Road:

"The name of the third prince has been spread in the snowy field. Even Ben Bo has heard that the savage king once praised the third prince as the song star of Xueyuan, and there will be Zaifu in the future."

The third prince said sternly:

"Uncle, the sinner is a vulgar savage in Xueyuan. I really can't deserve such praise."

"A savage in the snowy field?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Once, there was a person who said something similar. He said that he was a desert and a barbaric."

The third prince immediately said:

"The courage of the Zuo Guli King is very admired by the criminals, but they dare not compare with the Zuo Guli King."

"Oh, I know a lot."

"Uncle, sinners like to read books, and they used to have correspondence with outsiders."

"Oh, it's really unusual. It seems that the Savage King did not misunderstand the wrong person, you, it's not simple."

"Wish to die for your uncle!"

The third prince said loudly.

"Okay, you go to die."

Zheng Fan agreed.

At the same time, Xue San threw one of his daggers in front of the third prince.

The third prince was stunned immediately.

How could this be?

Zheng Fan yawned.

Slowly said:

"But the savage king also said a word, oh, maybe you don't know. He said, I will attack the Naiman Department~lightnovelpub.net~ If you meet you, you must not let you go, and you must not listen to it. Your words let you go.

He said that you are inferior to him, but the point of inferiority is that the so-called ethnic group father and brother dragged down, and there is a lack of character;

However, once the Naiman tribe is destroyed, you will not be dragged down, and in the future, there will be another Savage King on the snowy field.

I said I’m not afraid, I’ll have another one, the big deal is just another one.

He says,

Are you afraid of trouble? "

Zheng Fan leaned back slightly,

Looking sideways at the blue sky,

Asked and answered:

"Yes, I'm afraid of annoying."

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Goodnight everybody.