Devil’s Advent

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

In particular, the sentence accept fate is full of twists and turns.

People all want to be free, especially demon kings.

They were originally in their respective worlds, regardless of whether their grades were good or bad, whether they were on the street or not, they were the protagonists. They were reborn once, but they needed to be called the master.

I am used to it. In fact, I didn't have too much resistance. It was reasonable to call Zheng Fan Master out of emotion and reason.

But if you can choose,

Everyone wants to enjoy a breath of fresh air.

If the former cannot be satisfied,

Um,

Just be able to breathe.

Hundreds of men in black, trained by Xue San himself, fell into the camp. Some of these people were selected and trained by Xue San during the Shengle period, and some of them were people from the world who were recruited in the middle, but they all inherited Xue San's mantle and thinking.

In fact, special warfare methods have existed since ancient times.

The war thinking of taking elite soldiers and making miraculous effects is not an unpopular trick.

But in this era, those who can be so professional, so well-educated, and so well-planned are indeed a minority.

Most importantly, because of the relationship between the Seven Demon Kings, Uncle Zheng took the path of special forces combat in the early days.

Because the external checkpoints had been cleared, it was very easy for the hundred men in black to sneak in. Some were responsible for assassination, and some were responsible for setting 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 the enemy's coat as much as possible during the last period of the night. down.

Subsequently,

Wait until the main force in the rear charges to completely crush the enemy.

A Ming clutched his stomach and got down to the ground, standing beside Xue San.

Xue San held his head in his hands, hummed a little tune, and said:

Is there a feeling of killing a pig with a butcher's knife?

A Ming said: Take it as military training, but when you set the time before, did you set it too long?

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

The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength. Since it's training, you have to train to the best. The time is just right. When my subordinates finish their work, it will be dawn. At this time, Ah Cheng will lead the army to charge again. It’s just a flow.”

oh.

A Ming nodded.

By the way, have you figured out how to lick the Lord?

Thought it out.

Share share?

A Ming shook his head.

So heartless?

Yes.

Don't you care about the friendship of colleagues and partners?

Never mind.

Are you so cold-blooded?

My blood...is always cold.

... Xue San.

Time is up,

far away,

Liang Cheng personally led 4,000 snow sea cavalry, and launched a charge just as the dawn dawned.

for a while,

Like thunder rolling from afar.

The warriors of the Naiman tribe in the camp were awakened immediately, but fell into a panic the next moment.

Because leaders like centurions have basically been assassinated by the men in black who sneaked into the tents. In the savage tribe, there is a strict hierarchy, and the performance is very direct and obvious.

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

In this regard, they should actually learn from Uncle Zheng.

The place where the horses were stored also caught fire suddenly, causing the horses to gallop around the camp.

At the same time, because this is not a pure garrison, the warriors of the Naiman tribe are actually all with their families. Therefore, there are still tribesmen running around in the camp.

In short,

If this is an exercise,

The earl's mansion can be said to be the best of the best, with impeccable combat literacy, planning, execution, and connection;

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

The cavalry led by Liang Cheng charged directly into the tribe. The knights swung their sabers and began to mercilessly harvest the lives in front of them.

A Ming untied his wine bag.

Xue San turned to look at A Ming and asked:

Going to get drinks?

Well, Fanta.

Success, you go, while the Lord is not here now, hehe.

A Ming went.

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

At this moment, Zheng Fan is still at least one day away from here. Liang Cheng is actually a former army. He took the lead in raiding here to clear the way for the follow-up army. In the rear of the tribal area of ​​this tribe, more than 7,000 barbarian cavalry led by the Lord cooperated with the raid on the Naiman tribe's pasture.

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

Xue San sat on the ground,

chin rest,

Contemplative eyes.

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

next moment,

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

Then,

He had an indifferent face, showing Liang Cheng's indifferent attitude that everyone around him owed me a hundred taels;

immediately,

He smacked his 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, 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 have rushed to the west side of the deep pool in the snowfield a day later, 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 guarding the prisoners, and led his men who had just fought a battle to set off again. A strategic detour began.

This kind of situation can only happen to the demon king. Don't give the boss face at all, let the boss clean up the battlefield for you, and leave it with other lords and generals, it is simply a typical example of disrespect.

Uncle Zheng arrived at noon, and the marching speed of the troops was faster than expected.

Because these warriors of the Keyan tribe, when they heard that they were going to come to the snowfield to snatch the cattle, sheep and livestock of the savages, they could turn the savages into their own slaves, it was as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The gender of this subjective initiative is mentioned, and the fatigue from the long-distance migration is not visible at all.

In fact, this is also normal, because although the Ke Yan tribe was not considered a big tribe in the desert, it is definitely not a small tribe. It can be feared by the barbarian king and choose to push you away. A tribe without two brushes really has no such qualifications .

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

Migration is for survival, and plunder is for better survival. When there is a goal in front of you, the passion that everyone bursts out of is really scary.

According to the pre-plan, the barbarian cavalry led by Zheng Fan will set up camp here, as a large army on the bright side, attracting the soldiers and horses of the Naiman tribe, and at the same time serve as a restraint for the troops led by Liang Cheng. Soldiers and horses took cover all the way.

So, after Uncle Zheng got off his horse, he sat down by the deep pool.

The 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 ordinary shallows.

Uncle Zheng took off his boots and put his bare feet into the pool.

The pool water was very cold and icy, which made people shiver, but it also dispelled the fatigue from the march all the way.

Jin Shuke set up a pot beside him to help boil the hot water.

Brother Ke Yandong is a young patriarch who is very good at learning. His learning goal is naturally Jinshuke. After all, he is a barbarian. Come to think of it, he thinks that Jinshuke's route can be copied by himself.

So, Ke Yandong took off his armor and clothes, jumped into the pond and started catching fish.

In fact, there are rivers and lakes in the desert oasis, but the area is relatively small and not very dense, but Ke Yandong's water quality is quite good, and it didn't take long to catch two cod.

The cod here is not the cod in the ocean that Zheng Fan knew in his previous life, it is a unique fish species in the snowfield.

At this time, Xue San happened to come over too, and he took the cod from Ke Yandong's hand very familiarly, took out a small dagger, and began to cut the sashimi very skillfully.

Brother Ke Yandong was very surprised by Xue San's sword skills. He didn't expect this short man to have such a skill. Even a seventh-rank martial artist can be regarded as an expert in sword practice.

After the sashimi was finished, Xue San also took out two bottles and cans, one with soy sauce and one with chili sauce, and put them on separate plates.

Then put a pair of silver chopsticks in the hot water beside him and rinse them before handing them to Zheng Fan, saying:

My lord, there is no mustard, so you can make do with it.

Zheng Fan took the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It tasted very delicious and had no fishy smell.

It's just that Uncle Zheng wasn't very fond of this bite, so he just ate two or three slices and motioned for them to eat together.

Xue San took the initiative to come over and said:

My lord, there is a big fish among the captives this time, and it is the third prince of Naiman's family.

The third prince?

Yes, my lord.

Go, go and have a look.

Xue San took the initiative to pick up a towel on one side to help wipe Zheng Fan's feet, but Zheng Fan avoided it and said:

All right, all right, no matter how hard you are, it's impossible for you to do this kind of thing.

Hey. Xue San scratched his head, showing a Fan Li smile, and said, I'm just pretending.

Ah.

Zheng Fan laughed, took the cloth and wiped his feet and put on his boots. After getting up, he kicked Jin Zhuke and Ke Yandong who were still squatting there eating sashimi.

Do things, don't just know how to eat!

Liang Cheng had already led the Xuehai cavalry to turn around, and someone was needed to manage the scene here. Uncle Zheng could be the shopkeeper leisurely and leisurely, but these two goods could not.

And it happens that these two guys are the real actual leaders of these barbarian soldiers.

Jin Shuke hurriedly reached out and grabbed the last few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth, he yawned to Zheng Fan with a smile, and ran to handle military affairs.

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

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

Brother Ke Yandong shook his head, swallowed the fish fillet 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,

grass,

Be a master!

Fuck you, go do your work. Gather up your cattle, sheep, livestock, and horses. In addition, take care of your people and don't stretch out your hands indiscriminately. The spoils will be distributed after returning to Xueguan for liquidation.

Uncle, I have already asked Brother Jinshuke for these journeys, don't worry, Uncle, I am still reliable in my work.

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

Brother Ke Yandong also ran to command his clansman very wisely.

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

My lord, is the combat effectiveness of this barbarian army guaranteed?

After all, they are foreign soldiers who have just arrived, and have not done integration yet.

At least, we 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 wildling king on the snowfield anymore, and the fighting power of the various tribes in the snowfield fighting against each other is really not flattering.

Back then, both the Situ family and the Helian family were playing with the Xueyuan tribe casually.

The place where the captives were held was very large, in fact, it was a circle. There was a group of knights holding bows and arrows waiting in front of them, patrolling non-stop, while the captives inside were all sitting there crowded together.

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

After Liang Cheng led the army to rush in, the camp had no way to fight back. The people in the clan could only surrender and flee. The third prince was targeted by Xue San's men early because of the special tent, so he There was no place to escape if he wanted to escape, and he didn't make any desperate resistance with a knife, so he simply surrendered.

When Zheng Fan was about to reach the entrance of the tent, Xue San who was accompanying him shouted in a long voice:

Hirano Bo arrived!

The warriors of the Ke Yan tribe on the side looked at me and I looked at you. Some saluted on horseback, some slapped their chests, and some imitated the etiquette of Zhu Xia and fisted Zheng Fan nondescriptly.

These messy scenes made Xue San a little dissatisfied, and silently wrote them down in his small notebook. For Xue Haijun, a standard that can stand shoulder to shoulder with combat effectiveness is... etiquette.

It is not an ordinary etiquette, but how to cooperate and respond to the master. If the master stands there and waves his hands, he can gain the feeling of obedience from all the people. If the master shouts a word, thousands of soldiers will follow. Say the next sentence together.

In short, the first priority of the existence of the army is to make the Lord happy, and the second is to fight.

Of course, the two are not considered conflicts. 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 command are either from the knights of the Three Jin Dynasty, 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 formed by court ladies and eunuchs. Team.

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

However, although Xue San's shout failed to make the surrounding Ke Yan warriors cooperate, the tent was quickly lifted, and the third prince in a white shirt knelt down directly to Zheng Fan:

Criminals kowtow to Uncle Hirano, Uncle Hirano Fukang.

Behind the third prince, there was a woman kneeling down. She was not considered young, but had nothing to do with being old.

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

The silver-armored guards all knew to send wives over to make an ambush, not to mention these demon kings who got along with the Lord.

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

Xue San woke up immediately.

Zheng Fan didn't 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 next to the third prince, and the magic pill was still in Zheng Fan's armor. Every time he went out for an expedition, the magic pill would no longer be able to look at children, and would be forcibly taken out by Uncle Zheng.

In addition, there are dozens of barbarian warriors on guard all around.

When going out, it is always right to be cautious.

What if the third prince is not as gentle and gentle as he appears on the surface, but a hidden master?

Uncle Zheng, who has always liked to behead others, has always spared no effort to prevent others from following him.

After Zheng Fan sat comfortably,

The third prince raised his head,

Looking at Zheng Fan,

Loudly said:

Uncle, it is an unforgivable crime for the Naiman tribe to commit rebellion, kill the people of Yan, and offend Tianwei!

The uncle came out of the king's division to fight against injustice and rebellion, and he was punished on behalf of heaven.

The criminals are willing to stand on the saddle for the uncle and do the work of dogs and horses, in order to atone for their crimes!

It's a bit surprising that a passage of gentleness comes from the mouth of a savage, and I always feel that this style of painting is very wrong.

But this person is indeed very good.

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

In fact, Uncle Zheng was offended by that Beijing temple, and that Beijing temple was just slapping Uncle Zheng in the face, can you bear it?

But in the mouth of the third prince, it became a king teacher who protects the people under his command.

Although the land of Jin now belongs to the Kingdom of Yan, the people of Jin can be regarded as subjects of Emperor Yan, that's right;

But he was keenly aware of this and said it directly, which proves that this guy's political level is really high.

And now that he has been reduced to a prisoner, it can be said that 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 would like to be Uncle Zheng's lackey and a leading party.

He was straightforward, agile, and not procrastinating, unlike some other descendants who obviously didn't have the courage to kill themselves by wiping their necks. After being captured, they still wanted to show their loyalty and unyielding.

Zheng Fan became interested, pointed to the third prince who was still kneeling on the ground, and said:

Go ahead.

Uncle, this was originally the old land of the Anyang tribe. Our Naiman tribe has a small garrison and population here, but in our Naiman tribe headquarters, the warriors can recruit 20,000 soldiers!

Zheng Fan raised his hand and interrupted:

As far as Ben Bo knows, you are a string-controlling person in the headquarters of the Barbarian Division, who is only in the early 10,000s.

Uncle Mingjian, but there are more than 10,000, which are servant soldiers and soldiers of subordinate tribes.

Zheng Fan was not very comfortable with the existence of servant soldiers, because Zheng Fan was taught by 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 much of them. Only in the hands of the barbarian king can the savage army truly demonstrate its combat effectiveness. The rest of the time, it is really mediocre.

For example, I accompanied Lord Hou on an expedition to the snowfields last year. The 30,000 Jingnan Army could be said to have destroyed the city and destroyed many savage tribes. If the king of the savages hadn't broken the snow customs, Zheng Fan felt that he could follow Lord Hou to sweep the land again. Snow all the way.

Uncle, the criminals still have a group of self-trained subordinates in their own clan, and they are willing to obey the criminals' orders.

This means that he can cooperate with the inside and the outside.

Zheng Fan nodded and said:

go on.

Please uncle let the criminals go back, the criminals will cooperate with the uncle to take down the Naiman tribe!

Although without the help of the criminals, the Naiman tribe was still a bunch of local chickens and dogs in front of the uncle, but the soldiers under the uncle's hands were so precious that they could not afford such a loss.

In addition, the criminals are willing to hawk the dogs for the uncle and calm down the snowfield for the uncle!

Okay, San'er, serve the wine.

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

The third prince took the wine bag,

He kowtowed to Zheng Fan first,

Then he couldn't help picking up the wine bottle and took a few sips.

He drank so eagerly that he choked.

Cough cough...cough cough...

Lady Wu immediately crawled over and patted his back.

Uncle, this wine is really delicious, hahaha.

Zheng Fan smiled,

road:

The name of the third prince has spread in Xueyuan. Even Benbo has heard that the wild man king in the past once praised the third prince as a literary star in Xueyuan, and he will be a minister in the future.

The third prince said seriously:

Uncle, the culprit is a vulgar savage from Xueyuan, he really can't deserve such a compliment.

A savage from Xueyuan?

Yes, uncle.

Once upon a time, there was a person who said a similar sentence. He said that he was a barbaric desert.

The third prince immediately said:

The spirit of King Zuoguli is greatly admired by the criminals, but they dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with King Zuoguli.

Yo, I know quite a lot.

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

Oh, it's really unusual. It seems that the savage king really saw the right person. You are not simple.

Willing to die for uncle!

The third prince said loudly.

Okay, go to hell.

Zheng Fan agreed.

At the same time, Xue San threw a dagger in front of the third prince.

The third prince was stunned immediately,

how so?

Zheng Fan yawned,

Slowly said:

But the savage king also said something, oh, maybe you don't know it. He said, if I attack the Naiman tribe, if I meet you, I must not let you go, and I will not listen to your words and let you leave.

He said, you are inferior to him, but the inferiority is the so-called burden of the father and brother of the ethnic group, and the character is lacking;

However, once the Naiman tribe is wiped out, you will no longer be burdened, and in the future on the snowy field, you will have to produce another savage king.

I said I'm not afraid, I'll have another one, at worst I'll just clean up another one.

He said,

Are you afraid of trouble?

Zheng Fan leaned back slightly,

Looking sideways at the blue sky,

Ask yourself and answer:

Yes, I'm afraid of being annoying.

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Goodnight everybody.