Barbarians. The Great Account of the Chinese Army.
"Who has a good plan?" The participating generals and lieutenants on both sides of the account looked at the ground when they heard the words, and no one answered.
The person in the middle raised his hand and patted the book case repeatedly, making a dull sound, everyone trembled, and the atmosphere in the account became more and more tense.
"My barbarian army wins more with less, this battle is inherent to everyone's credit..." Having said that, he paused, looked around and then said: "But this did not hurt the seas. If you want the country of the sea to cease to be a threat, you need to actively contribute ideas."
No one answered.
As we all know, the famous fathers and sons of the Canghai country ruled the army well, bravely and fought well, experienced countless battles, and rich experience. The last battle was bleak but suffered the loss of spies. Really met on the battlefield, definitely not an opponent.
Now there is King Beiyuan of the Canghai Kingdom sitting here again, and this battle is not terrifying.
Seeing everyone's reaction, the young man standing behind the book case was even more annoyed. He had to say something and listened to the sergeant's report: "General, the latest report is coming from the spies ahead."
"Send in." The sergeant carefully handed it to the young general, and then fled out like flying.
"It's interesting." Looking at the spy's report from the battle, the young general couldn't help but curl up once. I have long heard that there is a woman in her family who does not let her beard, and now it is really interesting to be able to appear here. He anticipated that it would not take long before he could see its style.
All the ginseng and lieutenants were confused by the smile of the young general. I don't know what the battle report suddenly made the angry commander happy.
The young officer raised his hand and swept the crowd... The smile was even more obvious.
"It's all gone."
The young general's voice fell for a long time, and no one dared to move. When he realized this, his brows frowned, "Why, do you want me to ask you to go out?"
The crowd dispersed as birds and beasts.
The daughter of the Ming family, the princess of Xiao Beiyuan, has the most prominent status, but these were not in his eyes, but her medical skills, which made him very curious. The battle report just now said that she had saved Mingluanfeng's life.
No one knows Mingluanfeng's injury better than him. With that arrow, he exerted full force, although he was blocked by someone and deviated from the position of his heart, but
The arm shot by him will never recover.
There was also an abdominal injury, which was caused by his powerful golden knife, which should have hurt his lungs and organs. With a lot of blood loss, there is almost no possibility of survival. But how could she be able to pull people back from the brink of death
He watched the battle report several times, and according to the reports of the spies he deployed, Mingluan Peak was indeed rescued, and he was already sober. What puzzled him was what the phrase "unknown tool" meant. Military doctors save people, but I haven't seen any tools yet. It is usually hemostatic medicine plus gold creation medicine, and then there is a silver needle. What exactly is an unknown tool
He called in the sergeant who had just passed on, "Let the person who sent the battle report come and see me."
The sergeant responded and rushed away. With little effort, a short and slick sergeant dressed up entered the big tent. After bowing and saluting, he stood quietly in front of the book case, waiting for the order of the young general.
"You went to the report of the battle, did you see the messenger?"
"In a hurry, they separated."
"Did he say anything at the time?"
The sergeant thought about it for a while, as if he really said a word. Because of the rush at the time, the man said only two words: "Qingteng."
"Qingteng? What do you mean?" The young general looked horrified. This spy was planted by him for a long time, and he would never say these two words for no reason.
"The subordinates don't know. At that time, he spoke too fast, his voice was low, and he only said it again before leaving."
The young general's two swords that flew obliquely into the temple frowned tighter, waved, and the sergeant quietly withdrew.
The art of war, knowing oneself, knowing the enemy, will never end in battle. He believes that he knows every lieutenant of Canghai Country very well, and he also knows the internal situation and power distribution of Canghai Country very well. Only the daughter of the Ming family cannot be said to be ignorant. .
He wandered out of the big tent, a white armor dazzling in the sun. However, that feminine face was so beautiful, so beautiful that he had just entered the barracks, which made many sergeants dream.
"General!"
"Well, everything is arranged?"
"Yes, it's just that now the guards and people in the town are very wary of us barbarians, and it's not very convenient to do anything."
Naturally, he knew this. When the two countries went to war, the people would naturally reject the enemy country.
. This is normal. If there is no change at all, you have to be vigilant.
"General, you still don't go personally. The Ming family's father and son suffered such a big loss, how can they find it back..."
"Do you think I am not their opponent?"
"At the end of the word."
The young general took the reins and flew onto the horse. Behind him is a team of murderous sergeants who also wear armor. The team passed by, bringing up a cloud of smoke.
On a hillside, the young general looked into the distance. The barracks were neatly organized and well guarded. Many military tents were surrounded by a large tent.
"Morale is high." This is nothing like the decadence of the last fiasco.
"General, the Ming family and father and son are gathered here, shall we give him one more time
Forever. "The general said behind him.
"It's easier said than done." The so-called unexpected tricks can only be used once, and if they are too many, they will be tired.
When he descended the hillside, the young general's expression immediately became serious, and he asked, "Are the spies thrown out in return?" Although he knew that once there was news, his subordinates would definitely report it as soon as possible. But staying still at this way is not a complete strategy. The daily consumption of tens of thousands of people is an astronomical figure, and once they are consumed with opponents here, the barbarians will definitely suffer.
"General, I will send someone..."
The young general shook his head, "No need. Presumably there is no good way to get news now." After speaking, he raised his whip and galloped away on his horse.
After they walked, a head was exposed on the top of the mountain not far away, looked in the direction of the dense smoke, took a breath, and sat down on the ground along the thick tree trunk.
Fortunately, he had an idea and climbed up the tree, otherwise it would not be lifeless, but death would be better than life.
Although he didn't hear very clearly on the tree, he still recognized people, and he would never forget how his relatives died tragically in his hands.
It was a man as beautiful as a dazzling pearl, but with blood and ferocious means like a wolf. It was Eliya Tuze, the prince of the barbarians!
His gaze also looked in the same direction that the group of people was looking at, a barracks, countless sergeants, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart, where he was going...
(End of this chapter)