The devil is coming

Chapter 385
Under the moonlight, Xue San's shadow was stretched to a length that would be impossible in reality.
Especially the sentence "accepting fate" expresses a thousand twists and turns.
Everyone wants freedom, especially the devils.
They were originally the protagonists in their respective "worlds", regardless of whether their grades were good or bad, whether they were in trouble or not. When they were reborn, they needed to call someone the master.
I'm used to it, and in fact, I don't have too much resistance. It's natural to call Zheng Fan "Lord" based on emotion and reason.
But if you can choose,
Everyone wants to take a breath of fresh air.
If the former cannot be satisfied,
Ok,
Just be able to exhale.
Hundreds of men in black who were personally trained by Xue San entered the camp. Some of these people were selected and trained by Xue San during the heyday, and some were people from the world who were recruited in the process, but they all inherited Xue San's "mantle" and "thinking".
In fact, special operations methods have existed since ancient times.
The war mentality of using elite soldiers to achieve miraculous effects is not an unpopular tactic.
But in this era, there are really only a few people who can be so professional, well-educated and well-planned.
The most important thing is that because of the Seven Demon Kings, in the early days, Uncle Zheng actually followed the path of special forces.
Because the external checkpoints had been cleared, the hundreds of men in black sneaked in easily. Some were responsible for assassinations, while others were responsible for preparing to set fire to the stables.
Their purpose is not to take advantage of the night to kill all the enemies inside. This is too naive and impossible. What they need to do is to take off as many of the enemy's "coats" as possible in the last period of night. Come down.
Subsequently,
Wait until the main force in the rear charges and completely overwhelms the enemy.
A Ming clutched his abdomen and got down to the ground, standing next to Xue San.
Xue San put his head in his hands, hummed a little tune and said:
"Do you feel like killing a pig with a cattle knife?"
A Ming said: "Just think of it as military training, but when you set the time before, did you set it too long?"
One hour is equivalent to two hours, but A Ming and Xue San simply don't need such a long time. Even if they deliberately do it in a playful manner, in the end, there will still be a lot of time left.
"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. Since this is military training, we have to practice to the best of our ability. The time is just right. When my men are finished, it will be dawn. At this time, A Cheng will lead the army to charge again. It’s just a wave.”
"Oh."
A Ming nodded.
"By the way, have you figured out how to lick the master?"
"Think about it."
"Share share?"
A Ming shook his head.
"So heartless?"
"Yes."
"You don't care about the friendship of your colleagues and partners?"
"Don't care."
"Are you so cold-blooded?"
"My blood...is inherently cold."
"..." Xue San.
Time is up,
far away,
Liang Cheng personally led four thousand Xuehai cavalry and launched a charge when the morning light just appeared.
For a time,
It was like thunder rolling in from afar.
The Naiman warriors in the camp were immediately awakened, but the next moment they fell into panic again.
Because leaders like centurions have basically been assassinated by men in black sneaking into tents, the hierarchy in the savage tribe is very strict, and the performance is very direct and obvious.
People with different identities sleep in completely different tents. It's really easy to tell them apart.
At this point, they should actually learn from Uncle Zheng.
The place where the war horses were stored suddenly caught fire, causing the war horses to start galloping in the camp.
At the same time, because this is not a pure garrison, the warriors of the Naiman tribe are actually bringing their families with them. Therefore, there are still tribesmen scattered in the camp.
Anyway,
If this is an exercise,
The Earl's Mansion is full of elites, impeccable in terms of combat literacy, planning, execution, connection, etc.;
On the opponent's side, they basically made all the mistakes they could.
The cavalry led by Liang Cheng rushed directly into the tribe. The knights waved their sabers and began to mercilessly harvest the lives in front of them. The battle situation was not peaceful at all. In an instant, it showed an irreversible downturn.
A Ming unbuttoned his wine bag.
Xue San turned to look at A Ming and asked:
"Going to fill the drinks?"
"Yeah, Fanta."
"Sure, go ahead and take advantage of the fact that the Lord is not here right now, hehe."
A Ming went.
Because as Xue San said, Zheng Fan is not here.
At this time, Zheng Fan was at least one day away from here. Liang Cheng was actually the former army and was the first to raid here to clear the way for the follow-up army. After conquering this place according to the established plan, Liang Cheng would lead his army in a roundabout way towards the Naiman tribe. The rear of the tribe's tribe cooperated with more than 7000 barbarian cavalry led by the Lord to sneak attack on the Naiman tribe's pasture.
The demon kings themselves actually have little "humanity". The "inhumanity" here cannot be regarded as a derogatory term, nor does it specifically refer to their darkness, but is simply a description given in an objective statement.
Xue San sat on the ground.
chin support,
Contemplative eyes.
He has spent a lot of time meditating recently, but the results of his meditation have been very few.
next moment,
Xue San scratched his head and showed the same silly smile as Fan Li;
then,
He had a cold face, showing Liang Cheng's indifferent attitude that everyone around him owed me 100 taels;
immediately,
He slapped himself in the mouth again,
Restored to their original.
"It's difficult..."
……
On the battlefield, there is no way to say that things will definitely be arranged, designed and executed meticulously. There will always be some surprises.
For example, according to the original plan, the more than 7000 barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan should have arrived at the west side of the deep pool in the snowfield after one day, but they arrived half a day early.
When Liang Cheng's troops were 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 taking custody of the prisoners, and led his men who had just fought a battle to start again. A strategic detour began.
This kind of situation can only happen to the Demon King. You don't give the boss any face at all, and let the boss clean up the battlefield for you, leaving it to other lords and generals. This is simply a typical example of disrespect.
Uncle Zheng arrived at noon, and the troops marched faster than expected.
Because these warriors of the Keyan tribe, when they heard that they were coming to the snowy fields to snatch the cattle, sheep and livestock of the savages, they could turn the savages into their own slaves, which was like beating chicken blood.
This subjective and active nature has been raised, and there is no trace of the fatigue from the long-distance migration.
In fact, this is normal, because although the Keyan tribe is not considered a big tribe in the desert, it is definitely not a small tribe. If the barbarian king is afraid of you and chooses to exclude you, a tribe without two brushes really does not have the qualifications. .
After long-distance migration, the herd of livestock began to gradually decrease, which is equivalent to watching one's property shrinking, which is really a torture.
Migration is for survival, and plundering is for a better survival. When there is a goal in front of them, the passion that everyone bursts out is really scary.
According to the pre-plan, the barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan will camp here as a visible expedition force, attracting soldiers and horses from the Naiman tribe, and at the same time acting as a diversion for the troops led by Liang Cheng. Soldiers and horses provided cover along the way.
Therefore, after Uncle Zheng got off his horse, he sat down directly by the deep pool.
A deep pool is actually a lake with a large area. It is said that the middle is very deep, but the outer part is no different from an ordinary shoal.
Uncle Zheng took off his boots and put his bare feet into the pool.
The water in the pool was very cold and icy, which made people shiver, but it also dispelled the fatigue from marching all the way.
Jin Shuke set up a pot next to him and helped boil the hot water.
Brother Ke Yandong is a young patriarch who is very good at learning. His learning goal is naturally Jin Shuke. After all, they are both barbarians. Come to think of it, he thinks that he can copy Jin Shuke's route.
So, Brother Ke Yandong took off his armor and clothes, jumped into the pond and started catching fish.
There are actually rivers and lakes in the desert oasis, but they are relatively small and not very dense. However, Keyandong's water quality is quite good, and it didn't take long for him to catch two cod.
The cod here is not the kind of cod in the ocean that Zheng Fan knew in his previous life. This is a fish species unique to the snowfield.
At this time, Xue San happened to come over, took the cod from Brother Ke Yandong very skillfully, took out a small dagger, and began to cut the sashimi with a very skillful technique.
Brother Ke Yandong was very surprised by Xue San's sword skills. He didn't expect that this short man could actually have such a method. This is just for the layman to watch the excitement, but for the expert to see the door. Brother Ke Yandong, who can eat ten large steamed buns in one meal, himself He is a seventh-level warrior and can be considered an expert in sword training.
After preparing the sashimi, Xue San also took out two bottles, one of soy sauce and one of chili sauce, and put them on separate plates.
Then he put a pair of silver chopsticks in the hot water next to him and rinsed them before handing them to Zheng Fan and said:
"My Lord, we don't have mustard, so you can make do with it."
Zheng Fan took the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. It tasted delicious and had no fishy smell.
It's just that Uncle Zheng didn't really like this bite, so he only ate two or three slices and then motioned for them to eat together.
Xue Sanze took the initiative to come over and said:
"My lord, there is a big fish among the prisoners this time. He is the third prince of the Naiman royal family."
"The third prince?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Go and have a look."
Xue San took the initiative to pick up the towel on one side and prepared to wipe Zheng Fan's feet. Zheng Fan avoided it and said:
"Okay, okay, no matter how much I criticize you, I can't let you do such a thing."
"Hehe." Xue San scratched his head, showed a Fan Li smile, and said, "I'm just pretending."
"Ah."
Zheng Fan laughed, took the cloth, wiped his feet and put on his boots. After standing up, he kicked Jin Shuke and Ke Yandong who were still squatting there eating sashimi.
"Work, don't just eat!"
Liang Cheng has already led the Xuehai Cavalry to make a detour. Someone is needed here to manage the situation and take care of things. Uncle Zheng himself can be a carefree shopkeeper, but these two guys can't.
And it just so happens that these two guys are the real actual leaders of these barbarian soldiers.
Jin Shuke hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab the last few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth. He yawned to Zheng Fan with a smile and ran to attend to military affairs.
Brother Ke Yandong was kicked by Zheng Fan, and tears filled his eyes.
"Hey, what's the matter, are you crying?" Zheng Fan asked.
Brother Ke Yandong shook his head, swallowed the fish fillets in his mouth, and said, "Uncle, I miss my father. In the past, my father often kicked me like this."
Xue San, who was standing on one side, frowned.
fuck,
Is a master!
"Go away, go do your work. Gather the cattle, sheep, livestock and horses for me. Also, take care of your tribe and don't reach out randomly. The loot will be distributed after it is cleared back at the Snow Customs."
"Uncle, I have already asked Brother Jinshuke about this on the way. Don't worry, uncle, I am still reliable in my work."
Seeing that Uncle Zheng was not interested in accepting him as his godson,
Brother Ke Yandong also ran to command his people very wisely.
Zheng Fan took Xue San to the place where the prisoners were kept. On the way, Xue San said worriedly:
"My lord, is the combat effectiveness of this barbarian soldier guaranteed?"
After all, they are foreign soldiers who have just arrived and have not yet been integrated.
"At least, we can guarantee the bottom line. It won't be too bad. Our opponents are not strong anyway."
This is Zheng Fan's opinion. After all, there is no Savage King in the snowy plains anymore, and the fighting power of the tribes in the snowy plains, each of which is scattered, is really a bit unflattering.
At the beginning, both the Situ family and the Helian family were just playing around with the Xueyuan tribe.
The place where the prisoners were kept was very large, actually just a circle. On the outside, there was a group of knights standing ready with bows and arrows, patrolling constantly, while the prisoners inside were all sitting there huddled together.
But privilege exists no matter where it is. For example, in the prison camp, there is a tent, and the third prince is in the tent.
After Liang Cheng led his army to rush in, the camp had no power to fight back. The people in the clan could only surrender and flee. Because of the special nature of the tent, the third prince was targeted early by Xue San's men, so he There was no place to escape if he wanted to, and he didn't even hold a knife to put up any desperate resistance, so he simply surrendered.
When Zheng Fan was about to reach the tent entrance, Xue San, who was accompanying him, shouted in a long voice:
"Uncle Hirano is here!"
The warriors of Keyan tribe on the side looked at me and I looked at you. Some of them saluted on horseback, some patted their chests, and some even imitated the etiquette of Zhu Xia and gave Zheng Fan a fist in a nondescript manner.
These messy scenes made Xue San slightly dissatisfied, and he silently wrote it down in his notebook. For Xue Haijun, a standard that can rival combat effectiveness is... etiquette.
It is not an ordinary etiquette, but about how to cooperate and respond to the Lord. If the Lord can stand there and wave his hands, he can gain the feeling of obedience from the crowd. If the Lord shouts a word, thousands of soldiers below can follow him. Shout the next line together.
In short, the first priority of the army is to make the Lord 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, the combat effectiveness will not be much worse at all.
After all, the soldiers and horses under Uncle Zheng are either from the knights of the Three Jin Dynasties, from the criminal soldiers and the Jingnan Army, or from the barbarian soldiers. Their personal qualities are guaranteed, and they are not the kind of phalanx composed of palace maids and eunuchs. Team.
This kind of high-quality soldiers, combined with the orderly polishing, the combat effectiveness is obviously improved.
However, although Xue San's shouting failed to get the surrounding Ke Yan tribe warriors to cooperate, the tent was quickly opened, and the third prince in white lining knelt down directly to Zheng Fan:
"The guilty people kowtow to Uncle Pingye. Uncle Pingye is blessed."
Behind the third prince, a woman knelt down. She was not young, but she had nothing to do with being old.
Xue San stared at Madam Wu, and it was no longer a secret that his master was a traitor to Cao;
Even the Silver Armored Guards knew how to send wives here to hide, let alone these demon kings who had gotten along with their lord.
Zheng Fan reached out and flicked Xue San's head.
Xue San woke up immediately.
Zheng Fan did not enter the tent, but directly motioned to Xue San to set up a chair outside.
Uncle Zheng was sitting on the chair, and 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. Whenever he went out on an expedition, the magic pill could no longer look after the children, and would be forcibly taken out by Uncle Zheng.
In addition, there are dozens of barbarian warriors standing guard all around.
When going out, it’s always a good idea to be cautious.
What if the third prince is not as gentle as he seems on the surface, but is a hidden master?
Uncle Zheng, who has always liked to behead others, has always spared no effort to prevent others from copying him.
After Zheng Fan felt comfortable,
The third prince raised his head,
Looking at Zheng Fan,
loudly:
"Uncle, the barbarians rebelled against superiors, killed the people of Yan, and offended the power of God. This is an unpardonable crime!
My uncle came out of the king's army to attack the unruly and suppress the rebels. He was acting as a punishment on behalf of Heaven.
The guilty people are willing to stand in front of Uncle Uncle and do the hard work of dogs and horses in order to atone for their sins! "
Wen Chuchen's passage comes from the mouth of a savage, which is really surprising. I always feel that there is something wrong with this style of painting.
But this person is indeed very capable.
The prince of the Naiman tribe killed hundreds of Jin people, but in his words, he directly turned into killing Yan people.
In fact, Uncle Zheng was offended by that Beijing Temple. That Beijing Temple was just slapping Uncle Zheng in the face. Can he bear it?
But in the words of the third prince, he became the king's master who protects the people under his command.
Although the land of Jin now belongs to the State of Yan, the people of Jin can be regarded as the subjects of Emperor Yan, and this is correct;
But being able to perceive this keenly and say it directly proves that this guy's political level is really high.
And now that he has become a prisoner, he is not hypocritical at all. As the party being attacked, he first helped Zheng Fan clear his name here, and then bluntly said that he was willing to be Uncle Zheng's lackey and a leader.
He was straightforward, neat, and not sloppy. Unlike some other surrenders, he clearly did not have the courage to wipe his neck and commit suicide. After being captured, he still wanted to hold his neck to show his loyalty and unyielding.
Zheng Fan became interested, pointed to the third prince who was still kneeling on the ground, and said:
"Go on."
"Uncle, this was originally the old territory of the Anyang Tribe. Our Naiman Tribe has a small number of troops and a small population here. However, in our headquarters, we can recruit [-] warriors!"
Zheng Fan raised his hand and interrupted:
"As far as I know, you are a string-controlling person with only over [-] people in the headquarters of the Barbarian Tribe."
"My uncle is aware of this, but there are still more than 1, which are servants and soldiers from subordinate tribes."
Zheng Fan was not very accustomed to the existence of servant soldiers, because Zheng Fan studied under Tian Wujing, and was naturally influenced by Tian Wujing to follow the route of elite soldiers.
As for the soldiers and horses of the Naiman tribe, Uncle Zheng didn't think highly of them. The barbarian army only showed its true combat effectiveness in the hands of the barbarian king. The rest of the time, it was really average.
For example, last year he accompanied the Marquis on an expedition to the snowy plains. The [-] Jingnan Army destroyed the city and destroyed many barbarian tribes. If the Savage King had not broken the Snow Customs, Zheng Fan felt that he could still follow the Marquis and sweep through the snowfields. Snowfield all the way.
"Uncle, the sinners still have a group of subordinates they have trained in their own clan, and they are willing to obey the sinners' orders."
This means that he can coordinate both inside and outside.
Zheng Fan nodded and said:
"go on."
"Please uncle, let the guilty people go back. The criminals will cooperate with uncle to take down the Naiman tribe!
Although there is no help from the criminals, the Naiman tribe is still a bunch of chickens and dogs in front of the uncle, but the soldiers under the uncle are elite and cannot bear such losses.
In addition, the criminals are willing to serve as eagles and dogs for Uncle Uncle, and to calm the snowy fields for Uncle Uncle! "
"Okay, San'er, let's serve the wine."
Xue San took out the wine bottle and handed it to Zheng Fan first. Zheng Fan opened the cork, took a sip, and then threw it to the third prince who was kneeling on the ground.
The third prince took the bottle of wine.
First he kowtowed to Zheng Fan.
Then he couldn't help but pick up the bottle of wine and drank several sips.
He drank so eagerly that he choked.
"Cough cough...cough cough..."
Madam Wu immediately crawled over and patted him on the back.
"Uncle, this wine is really delicious, hahaha."
Zheng Fan smiled and said,
Road:
"The name of the third prince has spread in Xueyuan. Even this uncle has heard that the barbarian king in the past praised the third prince as the star of Xueyuan Wenqu and his talent as a prime minister and assistant in the future."
The third prince said seriously:
"Uncle, the sinner is just a vulgar savage in the snowy plains. He really doesn't deserve such praise."
"A savage in the snowfield?"
"Yes, uncle."
"Once upon a time, there was a person who said something similar. He said that he was a desert savage."
The third prince immediately said:
"The sinners admire the courage of King Zuo Guli very much, but they dare not compare with King Zuo Guli."
"Oh, you know a lot."
"Uncle, sinners like to read, and they often exchanged letters with outsiders in the past."
"Oh, it is indeed unusual. It seems that the Savage King has indeed seen the right person. You are not simple."
"I am willing to die for my uncle!"
The third prince said loudly.
"Okay, go to hell."
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 that barbarian king also said something, oh, maybe you don't know. He said, if I encounter you when I attack the Naiman tribe, I will never let you go, nor will I listen to your words and let you leave.
He said that you are inferior to him, but the inferiority is the so-called drag of the clan father and brother, and the lack of character;
However, once the Naiman tribe is destroyed and you are no longer burdened, another barbarian king will appear on the snowy plains in the future.
I said I'm not afraid. If there's another one, I'll just take care of another one.
He says,
Are you afraid of trouble? "
Zheng Fan leaned back slightly.
Looking sideways at the blue sky,
Asked and answered himself:
"Yes, I'm afraid of being annoyed."
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Goodnight everybody.
(End of this chapter)