Devil’s Advent

After winning a battle, each general seems to have his own way of coping.

Zhenbeihou likes to have a barbecue on the spot.

Li Fusheng likes to eat human blood steamed buns in the sea of ​​corpses,

Tian Wujing just sat on Pixiu, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

That's right, compared with leading an army of 200,000 troops to fight for thousands of miles to defeat half of the Jin Kingdom, what I just experienced can only be regarded as a small fight.

The savage was defeated, defeated thoroughly, and without temper. If he couldn't beat him, he just couldn't beat him.

At Que Mu's feet lay many corpses, some from Yan people, and some from savage warriors who vowed to protect themselves to the death.

Onda is dead, he fulfilled his oath;

Que Mu didn't run away either, even though the Nanhou of the Yan people didn't seem to have much urgency and urgency to kill himself, a wild general, but he still didn't run away.

Reason told him that if he could leave at this time, it would be beneficial to the overall situation, and he could go back and tell Wang that the Yan people were indeed as powerful and terrifying as you said.

As a commanding general, it is undoubtedly the king's loss to show off his bravery and die here.

Que Mu believed that Wang hoped that he would survive and go back, because Wang always seemed to be able to maintain a terrifying calmness no matter what time it was.

But Que Mu didn't want to run away, nor did he want to run away.

At first, Onda persuaded himself to run with 5,000 warriors under his command, but he refused, and insisted on calling the savage warriors from nearby tribes to help in the battle.

This is the result of his own will, and he has to stay here and take this responsibility.

The overall situation is too big and too tiring, he doesn't want to care about it anymore, he just wants to die now, he wants to fight to the death...

Everyone, you are all in the sky, waiting for you, we will return to the embrace of the stars together.

However, the surrounding Yanren cavalry were just cruising around him, as if they had regarded him as a fish in a net, waiting for orders from the superiors before deciding how to cook themselves.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Que Mu staggered and kept looking around, shouting loudly that he had run out of fuel and his lamp was dry, and the injuries on his body made it hard for him to even run at this moment, and he could only barely maintain his balance on standing.

come,

come up

kill me!

There was a little teasing in the eyes of the surrounding Yan Jun. From time to time, some people shot arrows with bows, but they deliberately didn't shoot Que Mu, but shot in front of him or beside him.

People often hear a story about how an enemy treats a respectable opponent seriously, but the chances of this kind of story happening are very small, or there are big figures deliberately wanting to show a wave of political manipulation at this time.

A group of Qiu Ba who have just experienced a fight and are already red-eyed, you let them learn and know how to respect their opponents?

nonexistent.

Que Mu was very ashamed and angry. He wanted to die, but no one came up to give him the last knife. At this time, he seemed to be a prey surrounded.

At this time, Liang Cheng's rear army had turned into the former army to chase and flee, and the rest of the troops were resting on the spot, cleaning and cleaning the battlefield, mending the sword, and healing Paozhe. Everyone would raise their heads from time to time and look at that Que Mu, who was still angry, seemed to be watching an impromptu performance.

The Yan army won, but it was impossible that there would be no casualties. This performance, rather than entertaining the living, might as well pay homage to Pao Ze, who had just died in battle.

Zheng Fan took out the water bag and took a few sips. At this moment, Tian Wujing got off his horse and came to the side of the enclosure.

"Come on, come on, come on..."

Que Mu was still yelling, he might know a bit of Xia Yu, and his voice was already very hoarse.

Tian Wujing stood there, just watching, without saying a word.

The surrounding Yanjun knights saw that their Lord Hou didn't speak, so they thought that Lord Hou didn't care about this, so they continued to tease this savage warrior.

Zheng Fan took off a loop of rope from his horse, walked over, and shouted to the cavalry around him who were riding their horses in circles:

"Shoot him in the leg!"

The celebrities around Lord Hou can speak well.

At that moment, several knights stretched their bows and shot out arrows. Que Mu had lost the ability to dodge and move, and both legs were hit by the arrows and fell to the ground.

Zheng Fan threw the rope to a knight beside him, saying:

"Tie it up, drag it on the horse's back, and go for a swim with those nearby tribes!"

"As ordered."

Like a lasso, Que Mu, who had just knelt on the ground, was put on a rope, and then dragged to the ground by the horses. Hundreds of knights roared up, dragging Que Mu, who was constantly struggling and howling on the ground, away.

Tian Wujing was noncommittal about Zheng Fan's measures, walked up to Pixiu, and sat down.

Zheng Fan also came over and asked:

"Master Hou, shall we set up camp?"

You can wait for the 20,000 cavalry behind, that is, the left and right troops.

"No, let the soldiers rest for a while, let's continue east."

"These nearby tribes?"

"Leave it to the left and right armies to clean up."

Hearing this, Zheng Fan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as these tribes can be wiped out, a large number of wildling slaves, as well as a large number of cattle, sheep, and horses will all become the spoils of war for the Yan people.

Tian Wujing seemed to have seen through Zheng Fan's thoughts,

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"Why, are you afraid that you will lose money?"

A shy smile appeared on Zheng Fan's face, and he nodded sincerely,

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"It's a little scary."

"War is not business."

"In the end, you will understand, but in the end, you will know better. A losing battle is the same as a losing business. It will not last long."

"There is something in your words."

"Your Majesty is wise, this idea came up just now, Lord Marquis, the savages on the snowy field are much stronger than the savages that will be suppressed in the Tianduan Mountains at the end."

"go on."

"The general feels that Lord Hou led the army into the snowfield this time, not because he wanted to complete his efforts in one battle and completely wipe out the wild people in the snowfield, because...they can't be wiped out at all."

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan continued:

"It's like a desert. The Northern Suppressing Army can defeat any barbarians, but it still can't wipe out the barbarians, because the desert is too weak for my Dayan, and my Dayan can't do it like Qianguo. , with the walls connected by the city, completely lock and circle the desert.”

This is like another world. The Central Plains dynasty’s control over the border areas is often controlled when it is prosperous, and lost when it is weak, because the price of wanting to control it is too high. When the dynasty is strong, it can still Going for fun in the name of expanding the territory will become a burden when the dynasty is not so strong.

"The same goes for the savages in the snowfield. My army set out from Shengle City to enter the snowfield. This is only the border of the savages in the snowfield. With the elite of the Jingnan army, it will take more than ten days to get here through the Tianduan Mountains. If we march further into the depths of the snow field, it will really be boundless, and the supply, reinforcements, and military information transmission of the army will all be greatly hindered. In fact, the snow field is more like another desert to a certain extent."

Tian Wujing pointed at Zheng Fan,

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"Benhou understands what you mean. Since Xueyuan is another desert of my Dayan, then you, Zheng Chengshou, just want to be another Zhenbeihou of Dayan?"

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a Marquis is not a good soldier."

"This is a bit interesting."

"My lord, I don't dare to hope for a marquis. I, Dayan, have a different surname, and it is hard to get a title, but I am willing to take the responsibility of guarding Shengle City to reduce the number of wild people in Xueyuan on behalf of Dayan."

In this place, you can fight, but you can't occupy it. If you win, you have to leave. Once you leave, people come back.

The people of Jin had cut down wild people for hundreds of years, and at the end of the day, the Tianduan Mountains were still densely covered with wilderness settlements. Once a stubble was cut, they grew another stubble. The knives were blunt, and there were still many wildernesses.

Therefore, we can only follow the example of Zhenbeihou Mansion, and go to greet these neighbors every now and then, beating and beating, firstly, to prevent them from having a unified regime, and secondly, to prevent their population from growing too fast.

"This matter, the Marquis can't be the master."

With a city performing the duty of restraining the snowfield, it is not just as simple as a city guard, at least it must be divided into a military region like the Jingnan Army and the Zhenbei Army.

Zheng Fan lowered his head.

"However, this Marquis will propose to His Majesty for you, but Zheng Chengshou."

"The end will be here."

"How much belly and how much food do you eat? I am afraid that you will eat too much at once and you will be full."

"Master Hou, more than a year ago, the last general was just the young owner of an inn in Hutou City, and there were only a few ordinary and stupid guys around him who had no ability to eat;

But now, the general has been able to build the city. Lord Hou said that the general has some business habits, and the general thinks there is nothing wrong with it. "

The implication is, let me do this errand, I don't want the treasury to spend more money.

I can run without eating grass!

Tian Wujing was noncommittal,

Zheng Fan didn't dare to speak anymore,

Shaoqing,

Tian Wujing said:

"You are in a hurry."

"Master Hou, the final general is just..."

Tian Wujing nodded and said:

"Benhou understands why you are anxious."

"Master Hou, it's not..."

"Yu Li, your talent and aptitude are appreciated by the Marquis, and Li Liangting also values ​​you very much, even Your Majesty;

Yu Qing, you are the godfather of Ben Hou's unborn child.

Therefore, based on emotion and reason, Ben Hou will push you up. "

"Master, thank you Lord Hou for cultivating it!"

"You don't need to thank Benhou."

"Thank you, little lord, little princess!"

Tian Wujing smiled,

He stretched out his hand and pushed Zheng Fan who was kneeling in front of him away,

scolded:

"You, you, you have such a treacherous face."

Zheng Fan was pushed to the ground, but still with a smile on his face, he said:

"It's not that you spoiled me, Lord Hou."

Tian Wujing sighed,

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"It's really a pity that you don't pick up Wei Zhonghe's class."

"That can't be done, Lord Hou, I haven't inherited the family yet, after this battle is over, I will work hard when I go back, and try to get some playmates for the young master or the princess.

In the future, who dares to threaten them..."

Tian Wujing lowered his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and asked:

"What about you?"

Zheng Fan put away the smile on his face,

Wada Mukage looked at each other,

Word by word:

"I'll tell Lord Hou right away, and let Lord Hou teach them a lesson!"

"roll."