Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 884
...To be honest, it was the first time he saw a chariot being used in the Gobi Desert when he was so old.

Seeing the style of the leader on the opposite side, Mu Xiuning's mouth twitched immediately. He was sure now that the man named Lu Hanhong on the opposite side would not only not be able to fight and raise troops, but he might even have the right military equipment. I don't know what kind of style it should be.

Really, although the chariot is a good offensive thing, it occupies a large area, is expensive to build, troublesome to repair, and its maneuverability and adaptability are not as good as ordinary war horses. It was abandoned by the world hundreds of years ago. It's time for battle.

In particular, what this person uses is an ancient chariot that has been abandoned for an unknown number of years, with two suits and two horses (pronounced "meal"), and a four-horse ride. (四马 refers to the four horses driving the cart, the two horses are the middle ones, and the two horses are the left and right ones)

——This kind of chariot can barely pass on the kind of large flat ground where there are not many stones and branches at a glance, but whenever it encounters a ditch, it will turn into a fool on the spot, and it will be lost if it is not careful. Rollover on the spot.

So, I'm afraid that this person's head is not so seriously ill - he used a chariot on the Gobi Desert, and even didn't wear a armor or a pocket for the sake of prestige. Did he think his life was too long?
Young Master Mu frowned blankly, and subconsciously wanted to turn his head to whisper something to his old sister, but unexpectedly, when he turned his head, his gaze suddenly disappeared.

He glanced left and right with jumpy eyes, only to realize that his sister had retreated into the crowd without knowing when.

... run really fast.

sister.

Mu Xiuning, who had suddenly resigned to his fate, looked at the sky blankly. At that time, the distance between the two armies was less than a hundred feet. He raised his arm and pulled the reins under his hand. Taking advantage of the situation, he let go of his throat: "Who is in front, why are they blocked here?"

"We are Fuli Xuanninghou's personal guards, under the order of the Marquis, waiting for the distinguished guests of Qianping here!" A soldier on the opposite side responded loudly, and Mu Xiuning almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

——Marquis of a country, where do you get so many personal guards?

A private soldier is a private soldier, so it doesn't have to be so grandiose.

The young man bent his lips silently, and then forced himself to put on a serious face, galloped forward a few steps, and solemnly bowed his hands: "It was Xuan Ninghou, disrespectful, but I don't know how Lu Hou is today. Stop me waiting, what do you intend to do?"

"Mu Xiaogong, I have admired your name for a long time." Lu Jinghong raised his sleeves when he heard the voice, and signaled the driver (driver) with his eyes to drive forward.

The wooden wheels were covered with gravel, and the body trembled immediately, almost knocking Lu Jinghong out of the car.

"...don't worry, my lord, the Marquis didn't have any malicious intentions this time, and I just wanted to discuss something with you, my lord, to stop your army rashly here."

Lu Jinghong, who was only one step away from making a fool of himself in public, glared at the guardian with a pale face, and the latter shrank his neck bitterly when he saw this.

Mu Xiuning, who had seen everything clearly from the opposite side, raised his eyebrows with a suppressed smile, pretending that he hadn't seen anything, and deliberately flattened his voice: "Oh? What's the matter?"

"It's not really an important matter." Lu Jinghong clenched his fists and smirked, then raised his neck in a dignified manner, "It's just that this Marquis can't bear to see the suffering of the people of the Western Merchants after many battles, so I want to ask the young master to sell it to save face , don’t continue to march west.”

"So," Mu Xiuning responded with a smile and shook his face, "Is Lu Hou here to persuade you to make peace today?"

"That's natural." Lu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and said it was a matter of course, "The homeland of Jiuxuan on the left and right has already belonged to your country, and with the roads in all directions, your country doesn't necessarily want such a remote place like the desert."

"For the sake of the people of the two countries, if your country doesn't stop here, it will be a good talk if the world spreads it."

"Really, Mei Tan?" Mu Xiuning really laughed out loud this time - after living for more than twenty years, it was really the first time he saw such a shameless and sanctimonious hypocrite.

I am ashamed to say that it is for the sake of the people of the two countries, and it will be a good story to spread in the future-he did not fight this battle, and his family did not lose that city, right?
"Lu Hou said it lightly," the red-clothed boy raised his jaw slightly as he spoke, the halberd on his back glowing coldly under the sunlight.

"It's just that it was Qianping and Hanze who lost the city before, and it was Jiuxuan, not your country, that was destroyed by others. Now the new king of Western Shang has not said that he will surrender and stop the war. You help the Marquis, suddenly I'm afraid it's not appropriate to run over and step in?"

"Furthermore, as the young master of Fuli, what kind of thing is it that you are so busy thinking about not caring about your own people and running to this unowned land to care about the people of other countries?"

"I heard a while ago that your country suffered from severe natural disasters last year. First, there was a severe drought, and then there was a flood. The people in Dongjun and other places are in dire straits... I don't know if this matter has been resolved."

"This Marquis doesn't know, but the young man is so worried about my Fuli's internal affairs." Lu Jinghong said, his face was so heavy that ink dripped from his face.

Mu Xiuning didn't change his face: "I don't know when Lu Hou has been eyeing my Ganping military affairs."

"It seems that the young man doesn't want to sell Lu's face anymore." Lu Jinghong sneered with clenched fists, and raised his arm slightly after speaking.

Is not this nonsensical?

Young Master Mu curled his lips with a smirk, he was about to speak back to Lu Jinghong when he heard the sound of an arrow piercing through the air, and a three-winged arrow was nailed into the man's hair bun.

The archer used the strength of the arrow extremely skillfully, the arrow just pierced through the bun but did not fall off, and was inserted horizontally on the top of Lu Jinghong's head in midair, like a straw mark for prostitution.

Everyone burst into laughter when they saw this, and Lu Jinghong, who was so scared by the arrow, turned pale. Just as he was about to support the soldiers beside him to stand still, he saw the neatly arranged Qianping army suddenly split open, and he was playing The black-clothed boy with a small bow came on horseback.

"What are you talking to him about so much nonsense, just hit him directly." Master Mu casually took out a three-winged arrow with his backhand, and fired it full-strength. —Didn't this stinky girl tell him early in the morning that she couldn't fight?

Otherwise, why would he bother with that fool!
Young Master Mu wrinkled his face, but Grand Master Mu turned a blind eye to it, and took his bow slowly.

"However, I forgot." The little girl reached out and plucked the tendon on the bow, the bowstring trembled like thunder, and her voice was slightly cool, "This battle can be won by Qianping, but Lu Hou may not have the strength to win it."

"After all, as far as I know, the rebels in your country are going to attack the capital, right?"

"Lu Hou, Mu Mou kindly advises you, if you have the time, it's better to go back and guard your Shangjing - lest you turn around and try to persuade you to make peace, and you lose both your allies and the camp."

"Huangkou boy, how dare you utter evil words here and disturb our army's morale!" Lu Jinghong yelled, and turned his hands to give orders, but before he waved the command flag, a soldier dressed as a messenger came staggeringly, while running Bian raised his voice and called "Hou Ye".

"Master Hou, Master Hou is in trouble!" the soldier yelled hoarsely. When he rushed to Lu Jinghong, his voice was filled with tears. He grabbed the chariot shaft and raised the letter in his hand. Letters, it seems that they ran a hundred and eighty miles in one go.

"Grand Master...Master Grand Master led the Wen family to rebel, and now Dongjun County in Southern Province has fallen, and the rebels are about to hit Gyeonggi!"

"Go back and have a look! If you don't go back, I'm afraid..."

"Bastard, why didn't you tell me about this kind of thing earlier!" Lu Jinghong threw his sleeve and interrupted the messenger's cry, then gritted his teeth and said "retreat".

Before the soldiers and horses withdrew, he turned his head and gave Mu Xici a vicious look, and the latter opened his mouth again with a smile.

Lu Jinghong didn't dare to delay any longer, stepped on his bumpy chariot, and quickly exited the Gobi Desert.

That's more or less.

Master Mu twitched his eyebrows indiscriminately, retracted his bow and threw it to the soldiers beside him, then raised his hand and made a move:
"Keep going."

　That is to say...

　　The pressure is all pretended by Ah Ci, and the suffering is all eaten by the second brother (bushi).

　　Second brother, the pure tool guy is gone.

　　But Ah Ci is so handsome, so handsome, so handsome woo woo woo woo woo
　　
　
(End of this chapter)