Nalan Dingdong didn't think at the beginning that Mu Xianjun's final choice was not to rush back to Mu's mansion to see Mu Guangling. After Mu Zihuan went back, in order to protect herself, she might take risks. Nalan's serial scheme was originally intended to turn the Mu family against each other, at least to make Mu Guangling feel uneasy.
Or because Mu Xianjun saw through Nalan's plan, he just sent a competent subordinate to report to Mu's residence.
"If you don't go back to the Mu Mansion, you won't be afraid that the people you send back will be late, and let Mu Zihuan go back first? Although Mu Zihuan's cultivation is not very strong, after all, he is someone your father trusts. If he sneak attack, your father Not necessarily prepared.”
Nalan asked curiously.
"How could his cultivation be hurt by Mu Zihuan and his like? Even if he was defenseless, Mu Zihuan didn't have that ability. Besides...trust? Who has he trusted all these years?"
Mu Xianjun's tone was somewhat bleak, but Nalan Dingdong keenly caught a very unusual word in his words... him. Mu Xianjun did not use the word father when referring to Mu Guangling as in the past, but used him. This other word can well reflect Mu Xianjun's state of mind at this time.
Mu's attack on the Red Eyebrow Army undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to this always proud young man. In fact, this has something to do with his transformation over the past year. If it was before, Mu Xianjun would never think that Mu Guangling made any mistakes in attacking the Red Eyebrow Army. As the Patriarch of the Mu Mansion, the interests of the Mu Mansion must always come first. Now the armies in Eastern Xinjiang have shown signs of considering the Black Banner Army. If no action is taken, the Mu Mansion's dominance in Eastern Xinjiang will be in jeopardy.
But the current Mu Xianjun is different from before.
After the battle on Penglai Island, his state of mind changed dramatically. How could his mood not be affected when he witnessed and participated in the five thousand strong men who fought to the last moment in order to defend their home and country? He fought side by side with those 5,000 strong men. The blood of those soldiers spilled on every inch of Penglai Island, and once splashed on his body and his face. The blood was hot, how could he remain calm
During the Battle of Penglai Island, he saw the most shocking side of human nature.
In the last days of the Battle of Penglai Island, the defenders on the island lost their supplies and support. They were hungry and fought against the foreigners with strong ships and powerful guns. No one can imagine how those soldiers persisted at the last moment. Even now, Mu Xianjun still can't forget the shriveled abdomen tightly wrapped with cloth strips, and the trembling hands holding the weapon.
Hungry, hopeless.
The most terrifying things in the world did not defeat those soldiers, nor did the great strength of the foreigners defeat them. They use their dead writing to express the proudest dignity in the world.
Nalan Dingdong didn't see the tragedy of that battle, but he could imagine how those five thousand soldiers from Mufu did their duty. Yes, that is the responsibility of the military. Maybe they used to be domineering in the local area, maybe they used to bully good people, maybe they beat old people and bullied women, but on that island, their past mistakes were all washed away with blood.
Soldiers are always a group that cannot be understood.
When disaster strikes, most soldiers will remember their mission.
It was this brilliance in human nature that made Mu Xianjun, who was originally full of gloom in his heart, change obviously. Perhaps, this change has not even been noticed by himself. He never thought that when he started to hate Mu Guangling's attacks on the Red Eyebrow Army, or even before when he started to hate Mu Guangling's attacks on other teams, he had drifted away from his father, The Mu Mansion, which once dreamed of becoming the master, gradually drifted away.
"Foreigners will attack at night."
Maybe Mu Xianjun didn't want to continue the topic about his father, so he pointed to the foreigner's camp in the distance: "Look, there are teams regrouping behind the foreigner's camp, and beside the assembled team, you can see floating Cooking smoke, obviously waiting for dinner."
Mu Xianjun looked sideways at the setting sun in the west: "It's not too far away from the dark, I guess those foreigners will eat after dark. And an hour after the meal, it's probably time for the foreigners to attack."
Nalan Dingdong knew that what Mu Xianjun said was right, after more than a year of fighting, this pampered and pampered young master of the Mu Mansion has become more and more mature.
If you start attacking after eating, the first reason is that the sky is not dark enough. The second is that people will always feel a little tired after a meal. The food has been digested almost an hour after a meal, but the physical strength is at its most abundant.
"Strange, isn't it?"
Nalan Dingdong said: "According to common sense, night raids are always after midnight. At that time, people are the most sleepy and the most difficult to concentrate, but it seems that foreigners don't plan to wait until after midnight."
Mu Xianjun lowered his clairvoyance: "I don't know why the foreigners would arrange it like this, but I know that if you suddenly lead troops out to charge for a while after half an hour, those foreigners who are eating will definitely not have time to take precautions."
Nalan Dingdong couldn't help laughing: "No wonder the soldiers of the Red Eyebrow Army admire you so much. It turns out that you are not only beautiful."
Mu Xianjun frowned, glanced at Nalan Dingdong but seemed too lazy to say anything.
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Grand Duke Hurons did not make any mistakes in commanding the war in Eastern Xinjiang. This old man has tried his best to maximize the interests of foreigners. He was keenly aware of the contradictions between Mufu and other Han teams, so he began to take advantage of these contradictions. Although the advance speed of the foreign army in Eastern Xinjiang was far slower than when it attacked Eastern Chu, the foreigners did not suffer in most of the wars.
But obviously, the helmsman of this powerful empire, Emperor Leman, was not satisfied with Hurons' performance.
Therefore, he asked Xiulunsi to lead the troops to continue to fight the Mu Mansion head-on, and handed over the Phoenix Terrace, the most difficult nail to pull out, to others. This other person is a young man who is only twenty-five years old, a young man who looks so proud that he won't let his jaw droop so slightly.
His name is Schweinger.
Under Emperor Lehman's tent, there were also generals younger than him. But in Emperor Lehman's account, none of the generals who were younger or as young as him had more military exploits than him. This young man of aristocratic blood who has been in the army since the age of sixteen, from the moment he picked up his weapon and put on his military uniform, people realized that he was different. He seemed to be born for war, arrogance is just his character, and ruthlessness is his method.
"Sullons is too old."
Schweinger, who is 1.9 meters tall, is not as strong as a foreigner. On the contrary, although he is tall, he is so thin that he looks like a person recovering from a serious illness. He has white skin typical of foreigners, short slightly curly hair, blond eyebrows that are not very thick, and dark blue eyes that always hide unexpected violence.
As an aristocrat, there was nothing rustic about him. He knows how to show the noble side of a man, so even when he kills with his own hands, he doesn't want his white gloves to be stained with a little blood. This is a very strange phenomenon. In his eyes, blood has never been a pure thing, but dirty. Or maybe, he really thinks that the blood in his body is different from those lowly people.
"Your Majesty always praises Hurons in front of us, saying that although he is old, he is a knife that never forgets to sharpen himself. When I was young, I used to admire old people like him, because they Great achievements have been made on the way to the rise of the empire. But unfortunately, time is something that no one can stop, old is old, and useless is useless."
Schweinger shook the glass in his hand, watching the red wine hanging on the wall of the glass recede slowly.
"Sullons is still insisting on a very backward tactic. He thinks that we can defeat the Han people with the advantage of our powerful weapons. This is obviously wrong. The sense of honor of soldiers is sometimes stronger than that of weapons Advantages can stimulate a person's fighting spirit. Obviously, the Han people are like this."
He glanced outside and smiled: "So, if you want to defeat the Han people, you have to be more fighting than them. But more importantly, you have to be more cunning than the Han people on the battlefield."
"I asked a team of 10,000 people to wait outside for dinner. Guess what the Han guards on the city wall of Fenghuangtai would think of when they saw this scene?"
he asks.
A general standing below him respectfully bowed his head and said, "Honorable Marquis, they will think that you are going to send troops to attack at night."
"Then what?"
asked Schweinger.
This subordinate thought for a while: "Will strengthen the defense?"
"No."
Schweinger shook his head: "Your thoughts are still too fixed, like the stones on the wall of Fenghuangtai City, which will not move. I have carefully observed the commanding style of the Han general these days. He is very cunning. People. Therefore, we have to use this cunning. I let them see it on purpose. If there is no accident, wouldn’t the Han people rush out of the Phoenix Tower in an hour, because they will feel that in our When eating, the defense will be very lax."
"It was not long after dark at that time."
He smiled, and there was a trace of red wine hanging on the corner of his mouth, like a trace of blood.
"Viteg."
He looked at his subordinate and said: "There is about an hour before the Han Chinese attack. I will give you half an hour to assemble your team and set up an ambush in the high slope jungle five miles west of the camp." , If the Han people come, this is a credit I will give you. If you are lucky enough to kill the Han defenders, I don’t mind writing your name emphatically in the military newspaper presented to His Majesty.”
"Are you a Baron now?"
he asks.
The face of the foreign general named Witag immediately became agitated, his lips trembling slightly: "Yes, Lord Marquis, I have inherited my father's title."
"Um."
Schweinger waved his hand: "Go, after this battle is over, maybe I will call you Lord Viscount."
He looked at the red wine in the glass, which reflected a strange red color under the lamp: "After the war begins, I will personally lead troops to support you. Don't worry, I will not take away the credit that belongs to you. Because I need My subordinates are loyal enough to me, so I will not be stingy in asking for credit for you."
"The battle flag of the Empire is a credit book, which records everyone who has made military exploits for the empire. There will naturally be names like Shulunsi on it, but I hope that your name will be ranked ahead of him in the future. "
Schweinger smiled: "That way, I will also feel honored."
"Obey!"
Witag gave a military salute vigorously: "I will never disappoint your expectations of me. Tonight, I will let the Han people know what fear is."