"I found out. I found out." The Sixth Monkey Yang Luhou ran back breathlessly.
The whole team was resting at the moment. Yang Sheng and several other squad leaders were squatting on the ground discussing something. When they heard this, they all turned around.
"How is it? Are they willing to tell you?"
"I have six monkeys, one is worth two," Yang Luhou said proudly, "I found a fellow villager who is in the first team of Team C, and got close to him. He told me all the secrets of their team formation."
Several people leaned their heads together.
"It's like this. If you want to line up quickly and neatly, you need to..."
On the other side, the captain A Yuan ran back to his own formation.
"How is it? Did you find out anything?" Han Shen, the centurion in the team, turned around and asked him.
"I found out." Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
In his last battle, he finally managed to chop off an enemy's head.
Although he was still far from reaching the number of heads of a first-class nobleman, he was lucky enough to become the head of the team.
There are still too few people who can actually gather ten heads in one battle.
Therefore, as a tall and strong man, a civilian soldier, and a man who had chopped off people's heads before, he was appointed as a squad leader in this team.
"They didn't deliberately hide anything. When I asked, they told me everything in detail."
"Okay, tell me in detail. Most of our phalanx members are from the military. As long as we know the method, how can we lose to those ignorant and lowly slaves?"
Han Shen is a veteran who has experienced the battle to defend the city and has made great achievements. He was recently promoted to centurion and is eager to show his skills.
When Helan Zhen arrived,
The black gold has gradually sunk to the west.
The rest of the parade grounds had already been disbanded long ago.
However, the place where Mo Qiaosheng was located was still crowded with people and shouts.
What surprised him was that the officers on the field were shouting some strange sentences.
"Damn it, you're standing in the wrong position again. Pigs are smarter than you. Do you still want to not eat meat? Do you want to eat meat?"
"Stand up straight for me! Look at the other teams, then look at you. Do you want to be spanked in public tomorrow? You can afford to lose this guy, but I can't!"
When Mo Qiaosheng saw Helan Zhen coming, he hurried over and saluted.
"You are practicing the art of knotting and untying it." He Lanzhen patted his shoulder. "The key to victory in war is order. Qiao Sheng, your initial approach was not wrong. I was worried that you would only focus on fighting bravely and ruthlessly, and would focus on practicing fighting skills and ignore the formation of troops. Now it seems that my worries were unnecessary."
"But you don't have to be too anxious. You need to know when to relax and when to tighten your belt. It's getting late, it's time to let the soldiers rest."
"General Helan," Mo Qiaosheng said with a fist, "I have already called back the troops. The remaining troops on the field have voluntarily stayed to practice."
"Oh? Is this possible?" Helan Zhen was very surprised.
When the five captains saw Helan Zhen, the commander of the entire army, arrive, they all rushed over to pay their respects and salute.
Among them, Liang Qianfu, who was over 50 years old, and Li Qianfu, who had a mustache on his upper lip, were Helan Zhen's old subordinates.
Seeing Helan Zhen asking questions, they all replied with a smile.
"General Mo's way of commanding the army is indeed unique, and he knows the pulse of his soldiers. These new recruits are much easier to lead than I thought. Each of them is like they have been injected with chicken blood, and they refuse to leave even when the troops are withdrawn." Captain Liang said.
"General, I was reluctant to transfer me here. But after just one day, I, Old Li, was convinced by General Mo." Captain Li clasped his fists, "I am convinced."
Helan Zhen pointed at them with two fingers, "I tell you, Xiao Mo is my brother. If you help him well, you will have the opportunity to get promoted and make money in the future."
Liang and Li nodded in agreement.
The remaining three captains had some resistance to Mo Qiaosheng in their hearts.
They were dissatisfied with Helan Zhen's deployment, but since Helan Zhen was born into a noble family, had great military achievements, and was a newly-risen favorite of their lord, they did not dare to offend him and had to agree in unison.
"Come on, I'll treat you all to a drink. First, we can get to know each other, and second, it's a chance to congratulate General Mo on his promotion." He Lanzhen put her arm around Mo Qiaosheng's shoulder and invited everyone to leave the training ground.
Bianzhou recently won a victory.
There were countless young soldiers in the city, each of them holding reward money in their arms. They had just struggled back from the brink of life and death and were full of energy that had nowhere to release.
Therefore, in the city these days, whether it is Tianxiang Pavilion and Baihua Tower where the girls make a living, or Chuhuai Pavilion and Qinfeng Tower where the young men stay, they are all crowded with people and there is music and revelry every night.
As the lights come on, red lanterns are lit up in the red-light district.
The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night; the enchantress hides fragrance in her sleeves, and the lover is happy to meet her.
The sound of the phoenix flute and the light of the jade pot were playing, and the Tianxiang Pavilion was extremely lively.
Mo Qiaosheng stopped in front of the sign of Tianxiang Pavilion.
He didn't expect that Helan Zhen proposed drinking in this kind of occasion.
For him, whether it was the women's branch or the brothel, it was a very uncomfortable place.
It reminded him of the dark days of his youth, when he was a little boy, struggling desperately to survive in that small brothel filled with mud.
"What's wrong, Xiao Mo? Let's go." He Lanzhen and several other captains were walking in front of him, arm in arm. When she saw him stop, she turned around and reached out to pull him, "If you are a man, don't be shy. Brother will take you to see the world today."
They booked a private room on the second floor, from which they could watch the singing and dancing performances downstairs from a high vantage point without having to squeeze with those sweaty old soldiers in the hall.
Several beautiful women knelt by the side, pouring wine and serving dishes, and serving attentively.
Several soldiers at a table downstairs, after drinking some yellow soup, had forgotten the occasion and were talking loudly about the battle with foam at the mouth.
"To be honest, I only admire the newly promoted Captain Mo in this battle," said a soldier with a full beard. "I saw it with my own eyes in the East Market. He led two horses, and both sides of the saddles were hung with the heads of Quanrong people. When the horses passed by me, the blood from the heads was scattered all over the road. The two clerks couldn't count them. Tsk tsk."
"Humph, you spineless person, actually submitting to a slave." Another big man with a red sandalwood face slammed the table, "That Mo Qiaosheng is just a favorite of the lord, who took advantage of the lord's favor and got some military merits. I won't submit to him."
With a bang, a wine glass fell from a high altitude and hit the table, splashing wine and soup everywhere.
The soldiers jumped up and were about to yell, but when they looked up, they saw several men dressed as generals sitting in the private rooms on the second floor. Their faces were blocked by curtains, so they couldn't see them clearly, but it was obvious that they were not people that a few soldiers could afford to offend.
Several people instantly shrank their necks like quails, stammering in silence.
"That purple-faced man, how many enemy heads did you kill in this battle?" A faint male voice came from the private room.
The soldier sobered up instantly. He lowered his head and replied timidly, "Tell... Tell the superior officer that I have won one, one song."
Several people in the private room sneered.
There was a burst of laughter in the hall.
"I thought he was such a powerful man, daring to challenge Captain Mo. Turns out he's not even a fraction of what he is."
"Laughing at others for being slaves, you never realize that you are worse than a slave."
"Captain Mo is known as the killing god of our army. His murderous aura makes my legs go weak when he walks by me. How dare this person who only has one poem to speak so arrogantly? He is not even as good as me."
"I wonder how many songs this brother has won?"
"I'm sorry to make you laugh, brothers. I barely got three poems. I dare not brag about myself."
"Not bad, not bad. I also have three. Haha."
Amidst the laughter, the soldier with the rosewood face stood awkwardly in the crowd, his face covered in soup and wine, which he dared not even wipe off.
He had no choice but to retreat with a red face amid everyone's ridicule.
On the elegant seat, Helan Zhen raised her glass and said, "Xiao Mo, you don't need to worry about it. You still have a long way to go. Your talent will be seen by the world. These rumors will be forgotten sooner or later."
Mo Qiaosheng raised his glass and drank it all.
A woman in red was serving him.
The woman's skin was as white as cream and her features were softer than snow. She gently raised the silver pot to add wine to Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiaosheng held the wall of the cup with one hand and the bottom with the other, and nodded slightly to her.
The woman raised her sleeves to cover her cherry lips and chuckled softly.
"General, you are a very gentleman. You are so polite to me. You are totally different from those crude soldiers. You are worthy of being a lieutenant."
As she spoke, she gently swayed her slender waist and leaned towards Mo Qiaosheng.
"My name is Zhihua. I wonder if I can have the honor to serve you tonight."
A hand like an iron clamp instantly grabbed her wrist, stopping her from moving. The force was so strong that Zhihua couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Mo Qiaosheng didn't say anything, but the strength in his hands clearly expressed his refusal.
Zhihua sat up straight in dismay and stopped overstepping the line.
Among these soldiers who had just retreated from the battlefield, many were violent and rude, and she didn't want to provoke such people.
She rubbed her sore wrist quietly, feeling regretful. She had thought that he was a handsome and affectionate official and that she could get more from him, but he turned out to be just a rude and foolish young man. It seemed that all her efforts were in vain.
I just hope these people leave quickly so I can find a rich sponsor to serve me.
Mo Qiaosheng lived up to her expectations and left after three rounds of drinks. Helan Zhen could not keep him and finally had to let him go.
Out of that place with soft jade and warm fragrance, and where fish and dragons dance wildly.
Blown by the fresh night breeze outside the door, Mo Qiaosheng took a deep breath and felt like he was alive again.
He took big steps, eager to escape from the hustle and bustle behind him and return to the place in the deep night that made him feel most at ease.
From an inconspicuous alley on the side of the road, there were heard the cries of several women and the obscene laughter of several men.
Mo Qiaosheng stopped and hesitated.
In the moonlight, the figures of several sturdy men could be vaguely seen in the alley, bullying a man in green clothes on the ground.
The suppressed screams and struggling limbs were particularly eye-catching in the darkness.
In the past, whenever a war ended, this kind of thing could be seen everywhere in the slave camps. Mo Qiaosheng never interfered, nor did he have the power to interfere.
But this time, he didn't know why, but he stretched out his hand.
He swung his iron fist and beat the men ruthlessly, leaving them with black and blue faces.
After the men fled in all directions, the bullied woman crawled up from the ground. She grabbed her torn green clothes, barely covering her body. With fear in her eyes, she looked at the powerful man in front of her.
Mo Qiaosheng suddenly remembered Green Sleeves in Chu Huai Pavilion a long time ago.
The boy who always liked to wear green clothes and had skin as white as snow. Luxiu was mean and had a bad temper. He often beat and scolded Moqiaosheng, who was responsible for serving him.
But Mo Qiaosheng always had a sense of gratitude towards him. Back then, he refused to give in, and was pushed into the water again and again by the master of Chu Huai Pavilion, suffering the torture of being on the verge of life and death.
It was Green Sleeves who appeared at the door, spoke for him, and pulled him out.
But not long after, Green Sleeves died in front of him with horrible scars.
Mo Qiaosheng looked at the woman in front of him who was also wearing green. He took off his outer robe and threw it in front of her.
I'm sorry I didn't have the ability to save you back then. If it were today, I wouldn't watch you die like that.
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After returning to his room, Mo Qiaosheng lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Now, the lord has his own guard team and no longer needs him to guard at night.
However, the lord still let him rest in the suite in the bedroom.
There was only a small door between him and his lord.
The exquisite wooden door was slightly open, revealing the light of the candlelight inside, as if waiting for him, waiting for him to push the door open.
The bright lights and feasting in this place today did not disturb his mind, but the candlelight coming through the thin crack in the door at this moment made him feel uneasy.
Mo Qiaosheng stood up, quietly walked to the door, and looked at the world on the other side of the door.
The lord sat at the desk, reading the documents attentively.
The candlelight in the lampstand on the table illuminated the master's jade-like face.
Mo Qiaosheng couldn't help but linger on her, from her drooping eyelashes, her focused expression, to her delicate nose, to... her pink lips.
Those lips.
With a light pink sheen, it looks so soft, but it was once so overbearing.
Mo Qiaosheng didn't dare to look anymore.
His eyes moved downward, passing over a fair neck and a high collar underneath.
My lord always likes to wear inner clothes with high collars.
His eyes rested on the soft collar.
Mo Qiaosheng slapped his face, fled back to his bed, and covered his head with the quilt.
Cheng Qianye, who was busy with government affairs, heard a slight click. She raised her head and looked at the door connected to Qiaosheng's house. The crack in the door was dark and there was nothing.
Where is Qiao Sheng? Has he not come back yet