Devil’s Advent

Galloping horseshoes, the feeling created by 400 horses and 1,500 horses is completely different. Zheng Fan has a deep understanding of this.

When he came last time, he was a little reckless, a little excited, a little unfamiliar, and a little trembling, for fear of unexpected encounters;

This time, he had a peaceful mind, so peaceful that he could sit down and light a cigarette and slowly draft.

In the era of cold weapons, cavalry can be used as a lever, and the first Zhenbeihou's 30,000 to 500,000 is the ultimate performance of using this lever.

At the same time, the gap in equipment can often reflect a big difference in war.

Green Willow Castle is supported by the Sixth Prince. For this army, for Zheng Fan, it can be said that the Sixth Prince even took out the coffin.

It can be said that Zheng Fan's 1,500 horses are equipped with extremely luxurious equipment. At the same time, the cost of raising a good horse is really much more expensive than raising a person. Still one man and two horses.

This is also the reason why Blind Bei is embarrassed to ask the Sixth Prince again. People, it is really interesting enough. The so-called "full support" promise at the beginning is really not mixed with water at all.

The troops stopped again in front of the fort on the border of Qian country.

This is an order given by Liang Cheng. Every time you do it, it's like entering someone's house to steal something. You have to break open the anti-theft door first.

It’s okay if you don’t break it, and it’s okay to break in by force, but it will attract the attention of the owner, and the owner will call the police.

In fact, these days, the big and small army leaders on the side of Yan State can be said to have tossed the border of Qian State into flames, but my army is a bit large in number, which is hugely different from those small army leaders. If you want to have an unexpected effect like last time, you still have to hide your whereabouts at the beginning.

The Jingnan Army of Yan State has remained silent, and the soldiers and horses of the three towns of Qian State have been shrinking.

Therefore, the military chiefs on the border of Yan State can only compete with the defenders in Qian State Fortress, and the results of the contest are often not so good.

Breaking through a fortress is not difficult unless you insist on choosing the biggest one to chew on, but the problem is that every time you bite down, you have to break several teeth because of it.

If it wasn't for the orders of the Marquis of Jingnan, these military leaders would really not want to speak to these fortresses, but for the sake of business, merit, and leadership, they could only bite the bullet and go.

At this time, in front of the headquarters of Cuiliu Fort, there is a small fort. Its scale is similar to that of the chicken fort that Zheng Fan encountered when he first came. a guard.

Last time, when attacking the fortress, Zheng Fan and Liang Cheng led more than a dozen barbarians to fight wits and bravely with the air and played themselves for a long time.

After going up, I found that there was no one on the watchtower, and the people inside were still busy doing business or queuing.

But at that time, the two sides had not yet fought, and they were still in a state of peace for a long time. Now, the border friction between the two sides has intensified. The environment is beautiful.

Xue San got off his horse and began to do warm-up exercises, twisting his neck and buttocks.

Shaoqing,

Xue San breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Liang Cheng beside him and Zheng Fan behind him, squatted forward,

"Whoosh!"

Xue San rushed forward.

You can see under the night, there seems to be a shadow passing through, but you can't hear the slightest sound at all, and after a while, you can't even see the shadow, as if Xue San has completely disappeared.

"In the future, if conditions permit, San'er can be asked to train scouts or something." Zheng Fan said to Liang Cheng.

"Well, my subordinates also have the same intention."

It's just that the conditions are still immature, and I don't have the qualifications to play multi-army matching.

………

As an assassin, what he is best at is actually hiding himself. In this respect, Xue San is a professional. He came under the outer wall of the fortress. This old and rough outer wall is not too easy for him.

Its figure moves up quickly like a gecko, very simple, without other difficult tasks, but the speed is amazing.

There are two dry soldiers on the watchtower, one is leaning against the back of the wall and snoring, the other is leaning there, staring ahead, and looking around from time to time.

Indeed, the border friction between the two sides has reached this point, and the fortress of Qianjun has finally begun to feel like it belongs to a military fort.

However, even if the sentry tower of this fortress is indeed functioning, when the two of them change shifts, the other one is indeed observing the surroundings without slack, but when Xue San appears behind the sentry, the sentry still has nothing to do. Unaware.

Xue San took out his dagger and adjusted his breathing. Life requires a sense of ritual. This sense of ritual is reflected in the fact that even if you are not eating steak but stewed stew, you still need a knife and fork.

The dagger was delivered, there was no sound, no cry, the sentry's mouth was covered, and at the same time, blood was gurgling from the neck.

As for the sleeping one, Xue San hesitated for a moment, and after slowly putting down the body of the sentry in his hand, he took a few steps back.

Bend your knees, hold your dagger, adjust your breath,

You are the one I, Xue San, want to kill,

Even if you sleep like a dead pig,

But I still have to give you respect,

Respecting your prey is also respecting yourself.

Then, Xue San started stabbing, and the sleeping dry soldier was also killed, without any suspense.

You can't say that Xue San is crazy, it's really because he was really suffocated after going from the north to the south, and the only chance to make a move was when he was beaten up by Chen Daxia at the post station outside Yincheng.

Man, as long as you are held back for a long time, you will become a little crazy.

Xue San went down the ladder silently, still without making the slightest sound.

At the gate of the fortress, there were two dry soldiers curled up sleeping in the wall with their bedding covered. Xue San walked over and walked between them. He stretched out his hand, holding a dagger in both hands.

He thought it was cool to kill both of them in this way.

It's a pity that no one brought a camera, otherwise this lens can capture a continuous shot.

Immediately, Xue San discovered a more serious problem than not having a camera. His arms were too short to reach the two of them.

Some helpless,

Xue San could only go to the bed of the brother on the left, and stab down with a dagger, and then go to the brother on the other side, and stab again with a dagger.

All this made Xue San feel a little dull.

Xue San started to open the door. He specially applied some oil to the door hinge, and at the same time stuck a dagger in the crack of the door to make the sound of opening the door as quiet as possible.

In fact, Xue San can try to go inside in this way of an assassin, and kill the remaining less than twenty soldiers one by one.

But simply repeating in batches is not art.

Xue San took off the slingshot hanging from his waist, picked up the bullet, and shot it in the air ahead.

It is impossible for Blind Bei's mental power to cover such a large area, but adding the distance of the bullets, it is almost the same.

The blind man standing next to Zheng Fan nodded and said:

"All right, my lord."

Zheng Fan turned his head and gestured to Zuo Jiqian behind him.

Zuo Jiqian excitedly led dozens of Zuojia soldiers without riding horses, and rushed directly to the fort in front.

The door of the fortress was wide open here, Xue San was leaning against the wall with a grass stalk in his mouth.

When Zuo Jiqian brought people over, he saw Xue San.

"Pooh."

Xue San spat out the grass stalk in his mouth, pointed to it, and then yawned himself.

Zuo Jiqian was a little startled by the dwarf's terrifying methods, but this was not the time to talk or flatter, so he immediately rushed into the fort with his men.

One side was dressed in armor, and the other side was still sleeping. The battle situation was actually a one-sided massacre.

But the Zuo family was very excited to start cutting off the heads. One head can almost change a family member out of slavery, so they couldn't help being unhappy.

After a while, Zheng Fan and others from outside had already rode over. They didn't go in, but just waited outside.

When Zuo Jiqian and the others came out, the Huo family looked at the heads hanging on their waists. Even at night, they could see red jealousy in their eyes.

Zuo Jiqian walked up to Zheng Fan's horse's head and knelt down on one knee:

"Reporting to my lord, all the soldiers in the castle have been wiped out."

Zheng Fan yawned, nodded, and said:

"Let's go back to the team."

"The general obeys orders!"

Immediately, Zheng Fan looked at Liang Cheng, Liang Cheng raised his hand and said:

"Set off!"

The cavalry galloped up again.

This is just a cold appetizer tonight, even Xue San, who made the shot, felt a little unsatisfactory, and the rest of the demon kings didn't even feel warm.

the most important is,

Zheng Shoubei is very swollen today.

What swelled together was Liang Cheng, who led so many soldiers out for the first time in this world,

"It seems that tonight will..."

This was originally Liang Cheng talking to himself, because everyone was galloping and rumbling, so it was impossible for people around to hear this.

But the blind man's voice immediately sounded in Liang Cheng's heart, and it was in the form of a roar:

"shut up!"

………

On the wall of Mianzhou City,

A very fat man who could even compete with Xu Wenzu put his fat belly on the wall,

Sneered twice first,

Opened the mouth and said:

"Zhiniang thief, do you dare to believe that this city was attacked by a small garrison of Yan Kingdom with three or four hundred cavalry before?"

Several people behind the man, some in armor and some in scribe robes, saw that the man was angry, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

"Huh... It's ridiculous, it's extremely ridiculous, that old dog Yang is worthy of Luanzi's goods, he didn't dare to order an attack, and let those Yan dogs run wild on the border of my Dagan!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "

The man sneezed, and the flesh on his body began to roll.

At this moment, a scribe spoke with concern:

"It's windy on the city wall, for the sake of your precious body, let's go down first, my lord."

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I am sleepy after taking cold medicine, this chapter is only 3k words, Ming Erlong will try to write more, good night.