The devil is coming

Chapter 138 Winning People’s Hearts
Zheng Fan's opening remarks made all the soldiers in the school a little stunned.
Including those barbarian soldiers, the barbarian soldiers have stayed in the Yan Kingdom for a long enough time. After the daily training, they are also forced to learn the language. At the moment, although they still stutter when talking, the problem it sounds is not Very big.
But even though the barbarian soldiers were naive, they were still stunned by the domineering and direct opening remarks of their "master".
Huo Guang took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Zuo Jiqian wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
In the school grounds, the majority of criminals were from powerful families. To a certain extent, they were once the elite of the Yan Kingdom. They actually had some suspicions about His Majesty the Emperor's order to dispatch southern Xinjiang after overthrowing their families. Moreover, this was indeed true. Good guess.
However, everyone instinctively does not think about that aspect, because everyone's fate is already like this at this time. It is better to be simpler and let yourself fantasize more about earning military merit and freeing your family from slavery, and then think longer term. , think better and revitalize the family.
The more desperate the time, the more people crave hope.
Previously, everyone knew that troops were about to be sent out from Cuiliu Fort. Our military man, who had to rest for half a month to recover from a cold, was finally going to take everyone to earn military merit. Everyone couldn't wait.
However, since the military gate wanted to speak, everyone should sit down and listen in a polite manner, and then shout a few more slogans to show their determination and just go through the motions.
They know better etiquette than ordinary big-headed soldiers, and they also know how to cooperate in posture.
however,
When such straightforward words came out from the door of his army,
Everyone was dumbfounded and didn’t know how to cooperate.
Is it possible to shout together: Thank you Junmen for translating the court's meaning to us?
Why is the truth always hidden? Because the truth can easily hurt people.
Zheng Fan, who was standing in front of everyone, had a smile on his face after seeing this quiet scene.
He is not good at giving speeches, because in his previous life he was a draftsman, and due to the category of his works, he rarely had the opportunity to appear in public.
It's just that in this life, I have experienced a lot and seen a lot, and people's courage has been developed in this way.
This is a very taboo word. At most, everyone makes a small guess in their hearts, but not many people dare to say it out loud.
Zheng Fan didn't know if there were any secret agents hidden among the powerful prisoners in Cuiliu Fort, but he was not afraid of being reported.
Others need to keep a low profile, avoid suspicion, and avoid taboos.
He Zheng Fan,
No need.
As a person who once broke the prince's limbs, how dare you avoid suspicion and keep a low profile for who to see?
You've already done that, why do you still care about a little verbal taboo?
"What I said is the truth, because that's what I think."
The prisoners in the school grounds were silent again.
"But how can I put it? Destiny has come here. I know that you were once young masters and people with status and status. It's impossible to say that some of you have some special status."
The designation here does not refer to the grade of the warrior, but a tacit political understanding between the Ji family and the powerful family for more than a hundred years. After all, unlike the Qian State, the Yan State did not have an imperial examination.
"However, the beauty and glory of the past are just smoke in the past. Now, you are prisoners, and your family members have also been relegated to slavery.
They should be working at this time, pounding rice, weaving, and living the life of official slaves. Such a life is really difficult, very tiring, very hard, and it is easy to become useless. "
The expressions on the faces of the prisoners began to change. Their emotions were gradually being aroused, but they didn't know whether they were towards the court or... Zheng Fan.
"The imperial court hopes that you will die here, because the imperial court knows, and you yourself know in your hearts, that you hate the imperial court."
Zheng Fan continued to tell the truth, and the atmosphere on the school grounds began to become more and more weird.
A good opening speech should be high-spirited, throw down a wine bowl and shout slogans, and be vigorous and vigorous, but Zheng Fan gave a speech that felt like a funeral.
"My lord, have you taken off your clothes?" Xue San looked at the blind man and asked.
The blind man shook his head and said, "Don't compete with the Lord on who can tell stories."
Xue San nodded thoughtfully and said, "Yes."
Zheng Fan took a deep breath,
Continue loudly:
"However, you are lucky to have met me. Less than a year ago, I was just a Guizhou head;
To put it bluntly, if I met you at that time, I would have to bow my head and respectfully call you "Master" or "Master".
I am a native of Beifeng County. That day, I was assigned to work as a farmer transporting grain and grass.
Most of the more than 2000 civilians in the camp died in the desert, but I did not die. Not only did I not die, I also earned my first military merit!
The princess of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion wanted to take me in as a servant, but I refused!
Because I want to be an official, I want to get rich, I want to live a good life!
Also, don't laugh at me for being stupid, because at that time I really thought that I was really going to be a servant in the Marquis' house. I didn't know anything at the time, and I was just a bumpkin!
Later, I tried my best to save the prince. Although I lay in bed for a long time, I felt it was worth it. As long as the person didn't die, it was worth it!
After arriving here, I was the first to lead troops to fight against the Qian Kingdom. I broke into the Mianzhou City of the Qian Kingdom and beheaded the officials in the city and brought them back.
Don't look at the forts and military leaders nearby who lead troops to the border of Qian Country every day to cause so much fun, but they are all eating the leftovers left by me!
I tell you this not to brag to you, but to tell you something.
That is,
You are lucky,
Because you met the same lucky person as me.
Follow me, I can't guarantee that all of you will survive, and I believe you don't believe it either. Death will definitely result in death, but I will make your death worthwhile, and I can make you survive as much as possible. Earn as much military merit as possible.
Follow me, and I can help you quickly help your relatives escape slavery through military exploits. Follow me, and I can help you make a comeback faster!
The Zuo family and the Huo family are gone.
But you still have a chance to get up again!
I give you hope. At this time, I am your last and best hope!
However, I have another request for you. This request is very simple. I hope you will listen to it because I have given you such good food every day for the past half month.
That is, if I'm still alive on the battlefield, don't forget to give me a hand when you're running for your life! "
"Hahaha…………"
The very serious atmosphere suddenly burst into laughter, and Zheng Fan also laughed.
"Tsk." A Ming, who was behind him, shook his head and said, "My lord used to like to learn from Chen Daoming, but who do you want to learn from now? The Marquis of Jingnan, the Marquis of Zhenbei, or the Emperor Yan?"
Liang Cheng said: "Can't it be...the Lord Himself?"
A Ming's eyes widened slightly and he said, "Well, it turns out that the one who usually talks the least can scratch the most itchy areas when licking them."
At this time,
Blind Bei clapped his hands,
Xiao Yibo and his men brought a basket over, which was full of letters.
In this era, there is no free postage, and delivering letters at the post station is very expensive and inconvenient. Therefore, it is okay to send letters if the distance is short. Once the distance is longer, you can only rely on luck.
"Whose letter?" Xue San asked the blind man.
"Letter from family members." Blind Bei replied.
Zheng Fan didn't seem to be surprised at all by the basket Xiao Yibo and others brought up. He pointed directly at the basket and shouted:
"This is a letter from your relatives. Not everyone has it, but there are quite a few. I have taken care of both the local government and the detainees. The work is still heavy, and the life is definitely not as good as before. Tired, that’s for sure, but I’ve tried my best.”
The family has been overthrown, the assets must have been confiscated by the court, and the family wealth and connections have been directly cut apart under the iron heel of the Zhenbei Army.
They are prisoners, and their family members are official slaves. Of course, they themselves have no possibility or ability to take care of it. Therefore, when Zheng Fan said these words, the people from the Huo family and the Zuo family present looked at Zheng Fan. His eyes are really different.
After all, not everyone in this world is Xiao Yibo, and not everyone is Jingnan Hou.
The Yan people are not barbarians after all. Although they do not have as prosperous etiquette, culture and moral articles as the Qian Kingdom, the Yan people still value filial piety and love.
They did not choose to escape on the way to escort, nor did they choose to leave after Zheng Fan gave them soldiers and horses. What was the reason?
Isn't it because his family is controlled by the imperial court?
You know, among the Huo family and the Zuo family, there are many high-level warriors, and that Huo Guang is an eighth-level warrior!
If they wanted to run away, they could have done so while being escorted, but they did not run away. They still wanted to exchange their military exploits for the freedom of their families.
And now,
This military man has actually helped them take care of things, which is more touching to them than asking them to eat meat every meal.
Huo Guang stood up.
After receiving the letter Xiao Yibo handed him, he was not in a hurry to open it and read it.
Then he slowly knelt down on one knee facing Zheng Fan.
On weekdays,
It is also necessary to salute.
Even though the military man of my family has been wearing a cotton-padded jacket for more than half a month and looks like a rich man, he still has the proper etiquette.
But this time,
this kneeling,
But with real sincerity.
Zuo Jiqian also stood up. He naturally knew that Zheng Fan was trying to win people's hearts, but he had no choice. As the person involved, after Zheng Fan did this, he knew that he had been tricked.
Therefore, Zuo Jiqian also knelt down.
On the school grounds, everyone from the Huo family and the Zuo family stood up slowly, then knelt down on one knee towards Zheng Fan.
"Huh, blind man, your skills are really good." Xue San couldn't help but admire.
Blind Bei laughed and said, "That's not what I meant."
"That's not what you meant, that's..."
Blind Bei actually thought about this method, but he did not mention it in the correspondence exchange between Cuiliu Castle and the Sixth Prince.
Because the blind man knew clearly that the Sixth Prince's business and property may seem huge, but the real balance is not much, because although his surname is "Ji", he may pay more in protection fees than an ordinary big businessman.
To be honest, Cuiliu Fort's ordnance and war horses are more luxurious than those of the Jingnan Army. Come to think of it, it is almost the limit of the sixth prince.
Let him help take care of the members of the Huo family and the Zuo family who were demoted to official slaves. Firstly, the price is high. Secondly, at this time, it is simply the political correctness of the Yan country to step on the family. To do this now This requires taking great political risks.
However, although the blind man did not mention it, since his master came back this time, he began to occasionally read through the letters and information sent by the Sixth Prince, and at the same time he would occasionally go back to the past.
This was probably what the Lord asked the Sixth Prince to do. Interestingly, the Sixth Prince actually accomplished such an excessive request.
It seems that the relationship between the Lord and the Sixth Prince is really good.
Blind Bei thought at first that he was reading the letter from his superior in order to take over his power, but later his superior explained that he was asked by the Sixth Prince in the roast duck restaurant, "Have you ever read the letter you replied to?"
This made the Lord a little embarrassed, so he took the time to return and packed some golden sentences to give to the Sixth Prince.
As for helping with this matter, will the Sixth Prince be pushed into a few more graves?
This is not something Zheng Fan needs to consider.
A scumbag, he just asks for something, lights up a cigarette, and then turns around and asks: Who are you?
"Our Lord has grown up." Blind Bei said with emotion.
"Oh, I'll report later." Xue San said.
"Haha." Blind Bei didn't take it seriously.
"I'm going to tell Mowan that you actually want to be his grandfather."
"..." Blind Bei said.
"We will set off in half an hour. We either don't want to play, or if we want to play, we will play something big. Who knows, after you come back this time, your military exploits will be enough to free your family members from slavery."
"I would like to die for adults!"
"I would like to die for adults!"
Let’s get straight to the point first without making any surprises.
Then the plot is extended, then turned, then sensationalized, and finally, the big picture is drawn.
After the speech,
Zheng Fan stopped looking at the scene of the soldiers kneeling towards him.
He just reached out and rubbed his temples.
Sometimes, when you use routines too much, they become useless and you don’t even feel that you are playing routines.
But this feeling of winning people's hearts is really good and can give you a great sense of satisfaction.
Siniang stepped forward and put the black cloak on Zheng Fan.
"No, I'm not cold."
"My lord, you are just fine with your cold."
"No, I don't want a cape."
Zheng Fan was very determined.
Marquis Jingnan's gilt armor and red cloak are indeed extremely handsome, satisfying people's perfect imagination of a handsome man.
But Marquis Jingnan is a third-grade martial artist. What is the concept of a third-grade martial artist? Shatuo Queshi, who was also a third-grade martial artist at the time, had been playing in circles with the magic of love for a long time under the charge of thousands of Zhenbei Army cavalry.
Therefore, the Marquis of Jingnan could be a handsome man in battle, but Zheng Fan did not have the capital. Even his armor was the same as that of his soldiers.
Zheng Fan was afraid of death, and the battlefield was the place where people were most likely to die.
"My lord, don't worry, my family is by your side."
These words hurt a man's self-esteem a bit. A man actually needs a woman to protect him.
But don't tell me, if a beautiful lady wants to protect you, it feels pretty good. Straight masculinity also depends on the occasion.
However, Zheng Fan still smiled and said:
"When the time comes, let the blind men die in front of me, and you die in the back."
Zheng Fan's attitude towards Siniang was different.
"Haha, Lord, it doesn't make any sense whether I die behind you or not." Siniang said teasingly.
If you die, I may die soon.
"That's right." Zheng Fan also smiled.
However, Zheng Fan is still looking forward to this expedition.
The last time I took Liang Cheng out for a play very casually, but at that time I often thought that if Xue San was around, if there were blind men and others around, after facing these situations, how would I deal with them? , wouldn't it be much simpler.
This time, everyone sets out together. Zheng Fan is really looking forward to what kind of surprise these demon kings who have been suppressed for a long time can bring to him.
The other military commanders and colleagues were like headless flies bumping into each other at the border of the Qian Kingdom, but in the end they didn't make any noise. This was pretty good. With their paving the way, they could shine better.
At this time, Zheng Fan suddenly found that he liked the country of Yan very much. Under the strong power of Emperor Yan and the two princes, Yan at this time was an enterprising country, and it was also the most suitable for the development and growth of ambitious people. country.
At this time, Xue San walked to Xiao Yibo. Xiao Yibo understood and followed Xue San to the fortress.
Xue San walked in front, Xiao Yibo followed.
The relationship between Xiao Yibo and Xue San is very good, because the other adults, Lady Feng Siniang, are beautiful, really beautiful, but Xiao Yibo doesn't even dare to lie down in bed at night and have sex.
Because it was Siniang who had brought the most terrifying psychological shadow to Xiao Yibo. The other adults were all very arrogant and did not like to talk. But every time you talked to Fan Li, Fan Li would take you to chop wood. …
Only Xue San was funny, happy to talk to him, and had no airs.
"Are you dissatisfied with having you stay to look after the house?"
"No, this is the trust that adults place in their subordinates."
"to be frank."
"A bit."
"Yeah, but someone has to watch over the house."
"Subordinates know."
"Well, you don't have much talent in martial arts, but you'd be good as a housekeeper in the future."
"My subordinate understands."
"Well, by the way, let me ask you again, if after we leave, a thief is suddenly encountered in the fortress, and you and the remaining people will definitely not be able to defend it, what will you do?"
Xiao Yibo immediately said:
"My subordinates will immediately destroy the food, grass and weapons in the warehouse..."
Xue San jumped up,
He patted Xiao Yibo's head.
"Hiss... Sir, did my subordinate do something wrong?"
"Do you think it's easy for us to save this small amount of property? Just burn it if you say so?"
"Ah...well, what should I do, subordinate?"
Xue San pointed at the house in front of him.
That room was not a room for any adults, but no one was allowed in on weekdays. Several times when Xiao Yibo passed by the door of the room, he seemed to feel the chill in his heart.
"When that happens, you just run over here, kneel down in front of this door."
"Kneel down?"
"Yes, kneel down."
"My lord, kneel down and what next?"
"call."
"Sir, what should my subordinates shout?"
"Grandpa save me!"
(End of this chapter)