Devil’s Advent

No one can understand the pain in Xue San's heart, because after assisting A Ming and Fan Li to advance, he helped the blind man advance again, completing a "hat-trick" of assists in a single round.

And he also understood that if this was a game, the blind man might have already figured out the nature of the rules of this round of the game.

It was nothing more than the previous licking, which was not enough, and the master had to be touched on a deeper level.

The blind man is not in a hurry, he is really not in a hurry, he just sits on the side, watching you one by one desperately seeking to upgrade, he just drinks tea leisurely, silently waiting until he becomes the last one.

When the other six have been upgraded and only one is left, no matter who is left, the master will feel very embarrassed and guilty.

Because to be honest, with the Lord and the seven demon kings, the one who is the most easy-going and the best shopkeeper is actually the Lord himself.

What the blind man is waiting for is this kind of emotion, that is to say, he has already figured it out, the last one will definitely be automatically upgraded, so don't panic.

The whiteness of the sideburns was dyed by Yuexin carefully after she woke up. It should not be too much, but it should not be too obvious. It must be controlled well. Once it is too much, it will easily backfire.

The ink stains on the cuffs were painted by myself, not too much, not too little, and not too deep.

Today's clothes and attire are all specially selected, so that they should be simple, but at the same time, be careful not to be shabby.

You can't talk too much, and you can't have too many expressions. It is best to be indifferent.

Just like the European and American elections in later generations, even the dust on the candidates' leather shoes will be designed by the public relations team.

Blind man, it worked.

he turned around,

Salute to Zheng Fan,

Then turn around gracefully,

wave your sleeves,

Go to the Yamen to work.

Xue San suddenly had a very strong sense of frustration in his heart. He was good at hiding, but in terms of playing with his mind, he really couldn't compare to the blind old silver coin.

After breakfast, Zheng Fan personally sent Liang Cheng out of the city. There were more people going out this time, but their morale was high, because everyone who came back last time brought back a lot of goods.

Serving as a soldier eats food, this is the simplest truth. Zheng Fan has always rewarded his subordinates very generously. Usually 50% of the spoils are distributed directly to the soldiers who participated in the battle.

For example, the bosses of later generations often complain that young people do not work steadily and always like to change jobs. The root cause is that the salary is too low.

Xue San didn't send Liang Cheng outside the city, but returned to his own barracks. When he came in, fifty soldiers had already started practicing.

Here, it doesn't look like a gym, nor is it the model of a martial arts school. Instead, it's more like a classroom.

Because when selecting them, Xue San adhered to the principle of excellence, and the selected ones were all strong and skilled in bow and horse.

This saves a lot of upfront investment, shortens the training course, and puts it into use earlier.

Therefore, this group of people is familiarizing themselves with the new and improved equipment that Xue San personally designed for them every morning, and in the afternoon and evening, they are endorsing.

That's right, Xue San wrote down some of his experiences and insights from the time of lurking, and made it into a "guidance textbook" for these fifty soldiers to memorize.

What to pay attention to under what circumstances, what choices to make under what circumstances, wind direction, weather and other elements are very detailed, just let them memorize.

Xue San sat on the armchair and was in charge of pumping his back. If he couldn't recite it, he would whip it hard with a ruler.

Therefore, many nearby households and the former Paoze mistakenly thought that this group of people was preparing to take the "imperial examination" and abandoned martial arts and followed literature.

This method is definitely not the best, but in Xue San's opinion, it is the most suitable for now, just cram the duck, let's memorize it and imprint it in my mind first.

The casualties of the spies were already high. When the fifty people went out in the future, and gradually less than ten people were left alive, the backbone would come out, and then use them as the framework to re-develop.

It sounds cold-blooded, but it's the reality.

When Xue San was about to draw back the "student\

,"A person walked by the gate of the courtyard, and that person was Xiao Yibo.

Xiao Yibo is now a bit like a housekeeper, busy with work and responsible for logistics.

"Third Master, the little one brought you something. It was Mr. Bei who asked the little one to bring it to you."

"What the hell?"

Xiao Yibo motioned for those people to bring things in. It was cotton cloth, but it was all white.

Xue San glanced at it, and he knew what Liang Cheng was doing when he came back and led the army into the mountains. He also knew, so these equipments were prepared for the spies under him to hide. It is completely covered by snow, but most of the area is covered with deep snow. If the spies can put on a white cloak, it can greatly enhance the camouflage.

"Okay, I received the things."

"Okay, third master, you're busy, so I'll go back to work first."

After Xiao Yibo left,

Xue San gathered fifty people under his command,

Pointing to the white sermon in the box:

"From now on, during the day, you will learn to make clothes for me, and at night, continue to endorse."

Hearing this order, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. We are all soldiers who have been beaten out of the army. Let them make clothes with needles and threads? This is really forced to call Zhang Fei embroidery.

It's just that Xue Sanji's prestige is so strong that no one dares to say it in person.

"Do it, learn it. I'll go to the city later and borrow some embroiderers to come and teach us how to do it. A soldier who can't make clothes is not a good soldier."

………

On the city wall, thousands of slaves were driven to work. After the experience of facing the siege of Jin soldiers and horses in the fortress, Zheng Fan had a very deep feeling for the city wall.

Although it is very enjoyable to wipe out the enemy at every turn, but at critical moments, you have to rely on high walls and deep trenches to save your life.

There were two Jingnan troops with hundreds of riders cruising nearby. On the construction site, there were no Yan people with whips as supervisors, but wild men themselves as supervisors.

Fan Li was carrying bricks and earth himself, shirtless, muscular and eye-catching.

After confirming that the construction site was running well, Zheng Fan and Siniang started to walk towards the mansion.

To tell the truth, every demon king has his own division of labor to do, and Zheng Fan himself is the most free, and he can't always stay in the mansion to play needlework. On the one hand, Siniang also has things to do, and on the other hand, needlework Need to wait for CD time.

Therefore, in order to brush up his own sense of existence, Zheng Fan started to walk around and inspect various places in the city.

The inspection process is still very satisfying. This is my old nest, and it is booming. The satisfaction of being the lord of a city is really overflowing.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zheng Fan decided to go back home. When he walked side by side with Si Niang, Si Niang continued to introduce:

"My lord, the ones who took the whip just now were specially selected by the slave family from the wildling slaves, and the effect of letting them be the overseers is much better than our own people being the overseers.

As an overseer, the cost of food and drink is higher than that of other wildling slaves, and it can also show other wildlings that they are really running. "

"You have a heart."

Management is a science. At the same time, how to manage and squeeze slaves so that slaves don't hate themselves but hate others is a more profound knowledge.

"This is what the slave family should do. Our manpower is still somewhat insufficient. I have recruited peasants from all over the world to help build the city wall. The recruited peasants from Jin will get rewards, and these perform well on the construction site. The slave family promised them that they would be free after the city wall was built.

As for other materials and armor preparations, our workshop has not yet been fully built, so we can only buy from caravans and recruit blacksmiths.

Fortunately, Jindi is not a barren land, and craftsmen are not difficult to find, but some Wubao are unwilling to contribute. "

"Give them money and buy." Zheng Fan said.

The Yan people's rule over the Jin land, except for Litian City, which began to gradually extend, the rest of the place basically superficial, that is, the so-called influence did not go to the countryside.

"Some people don't want to sell."

"Then fight it down and let Gao Yi dispatch another five hundred Jingnan Army to be responsible for looting those disobedient Xiaowubao."

"But my lord, Ah Cheng has already taken most of the soldiers and horses into the mountains. In our city, there is only this little Jingnan army left. If they are transferred out, there will not be many soldiers left in the city.

At the same time, if the masters of Jindiwu are resented, they may join forces..."

"Unite, let's unite. After a while, Jingnanhou's soldiers and horses will come over. I really hope that those wealthy landowners from Jin will gather to make trouble. Just let Jingnanhou help us eliminate them."

Having said that, Zheng Fan suddenly paused, and said:

"Hey, I almost forgot, let Xiao Yibo follow, Gao Yi followed, let Xiao Yibo put on the banner of the Marquis of Jingnan, and said that he was ordered by the Marquis of Jingnan to requisition grain and grass craftsmen, but there are those who don't follow , Clan annihilation!"

"My lord, is this okay?"

This is actually equivalent to an edict. Although Jingnanhou is not the emperor, forging his orders is not much different from an edict.

"There's nothing wrong with it. When the Marquis of Jingnan's army arrives in a while, we will definitely contribute food and fodder to support the army. This is actually what we collected for the Marquis.

Besides, with the current name of Marquis of Jingnan, hahahaha, as soon as I take it out..."

Tian Wujing's reputation and deeds are kept secret in the country of Yan, not to mention in the land of Jin that he conquered by himself, a big devil who dared to destroy his family, big killer star, this name is no exaggeration to say , can be worth 10,000 cavalry!

"What's wrong with Ben Hou's name?"

At this time, a man in front of him who was leading a horse and wearing a bamboo hat asked while taking off his hat.

"As soon as I took it out, I hurriedly contributed food and fodder craftsmen to reward Master Wang without tears of gratitude.

The last general Zheng Fan,

See Lord Jingnan. "

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