Devil’s Advent

On the second day after the left and right armies arrived, the Yan army began to test the area in front of the savages, and the rangers were dispersed. Almost at the same time, the savages also increased the coverage of the sentinels almost at the same time. The armies of the two sides have not really come into contact with each other, but the sentry cavalry of the two sides have already kicked off the prelude to the fight.

"It feels very familiar."

Tian Wujing, who was sitting on Pixiu's back, looked at the savage's camp in the distance and said.

Wang Ge, the commander-in-chief of the Jingnan Army, stepped forward at this time and joked:

"The guys from the Zhenbei Army set up a camp, that's all they have to do. This savage king has even learned this as a treasure, ha ha."

The Zhenbei Army is actually not very good at setting up camps, because in recent decades, the Zhenbei Army has basically focused on attacking the barbarians in the desert.

The barbarian's camp in front looked pretty good at first glance, and seemed to be decent, but in the eyes of the Dafang family, several key layouts and the structure of the entire camp were very problematic.

Tian Wujing asked Zheng Fan:

"how do you feel?"

Zheng Fan glanced at Wang Ge, first hugged him,

Then he said:

"Back to Lord Hou, the general feels that the savages will actually set up camp."

Jingnan Hou nodded and said:

"yes."

The reason why savages are called savages is because they are uncivilized in the eyes of the world, but now, this nation is learning and progressing in a way that is visible to the naked eye.

Leaving aside how well the camp was set up, they were already setting up camp, which was the most vigilant thing.

Just like myopia and blindness, they are two completely different concepts.

Wang Ge didn't think that Zheng Fan was trying to lose face on purpose. After all, he was the commander-in-chief, not a concubine competing for favor in the harem, so he wouldn't be so jealous.

Now he opened his mouth and said:

"Master Hou, let the last general take three thousand riders, and try to rush to this camp first to see how good it is?"

Wang Ge and other general soldiers used to sweep at the back of the army, and they would vomit if they burned, killed and looted all the time, but on the way, they could be regarded as larger tribes, that is, those thorny heads, all were pulled out by the Hou Ye in front It's gone, they are now suffocating from the generals to the soldiers.

"Your troops have just arrived, and the soldiers are exhausted."

"Master Hou, my department..."

"Zheng Fan obeys orders."

Zheng Fan immediately knelt down on one knee,

"The end is here!"

"Order your troops to attack the enemy's camp from the northwest. If the hole is torn open, I will continue to fight in. If the enemy's camp is solid and cannot be torn apart by force, make your own decision to retreat.

Wang Ge, Zhang Cheng. "

"The end is here!"

"The end is here!"

"Be prepared for follow-up and response."

"The last general takes orders!"

Zheng Fan took the order and returned to his soldiers and horses. After notifying Liang Cheng, the soldiers and horses started to mobilize and left the army camp soon.

On the way, Zheng Fan whispered to Liang Cheng beside him:

"How do you let us take the lead?"

"My lord, my subordinates went down to observe in the morning, and San'er went with her."

"Oh? What did you find?"

"The subordinates feel that the number of savages in the camp in front of them may not be as many as they imagined. Although they don't know why the savages suddenly gathered and retreated, but thinking that the Marquis of Jingnan must have discovered the problem, so they put this The task of taking the lead is handed over to the Lord."

"Meaning, push me on purpose? Give me military merit?"

"It should be. Sweeping those savage settlements on the road is not a big military achievement, but with the soldiers and horses of the savage king in front of you, the concept is different.

Just like the difference between the Zhenbei Army in the desert to clean up those barbarian tribes and annihilate the barbarian king's soldiers and horses.

If the savage camp in front is really empty instead of a suspicious formation, the subordinates have the confidence to lead their troops into the opponent's camp and tear a hole.

In this way, when the follow-up reinforcements follow up, the master of this scene will naturally belong to the master. "

Zheng Fan silently took out a cigarette. When he was in front of Jingnan Hou, he didn't dare to smoke unscrupulously. He only dared to enjoy this kind of fun when he was in his own territory.

"Hey, don't tell me, this kind of imperial appointment is really good."

In the past, Tian Wujing was deliberately suppressing himself, and he knew and understood at that time;

Now Tian Wujing is going to push himself up, tsk tsk, I finally feel the feeling that someone in the court likes to be an official.

This is forcibly taking the credit of Wang Ge and the others and putting it on his own head.

The last one who helped me in this way was Little Six, but the empty prince of Little Six is ​​really not as loud as Jingnan Hou's signature.

The troops from Shengle City went out first, followed by other groups of Yan troops.

Zheng Fan silently pulled off the visor on his helmet, and patted the armor on his chest with his left hand. This is to remind Mowan that your father is going to the battlefield.

Hey, don't sleep.

"My lord, why don't you take two hundred cavalry on a cruise to control the overall situation?"

"Fuck off, I'm too suffocated at Tian Wujing's place, I want to fight!"

Liang Cheng nodded to express his understanding.

Anyone who left school to work for so many years and was forcibly "sent" back to the life of "student days" would be very tormented.

"Old rules, you command."

"Then come up and call for the charge."

"Well, ahem..."

Zheng Fan cleared his throat, pulled out his own knife, and held it up high,

"Shua! Shua! Shua!"

All around, all the knights raised their weapons neatly and solemnly.

This was specially practiced. Although Liang Cheng didn't practice in the way of "going forward", he focused on practicing a few coordination movements. The purpose was to cooperate with the master to have a good time at this time.

Of course, when training this, Fan Li was deliberately left out, for fear that Fan Li would lead the group astray as he did at the beginning, and ran to shout "Ula" again.

"Yan Jun!"

Everyone roared three times in unison, and at the same time struck their armor three times with their weapons,

"Must win!"

"Must win!"

"Must win!"

call………

Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable.

Zheng Fan moved forward with a knife,

"kill!"

………

In the camp of the savages, Wang Zhengduan sat on the arrow tower, watching the situation in the distance, with his banner behind him.

Naturally, the changes in the Yan army's camp couldn't be hidden from this side, and the wild people in the camp immediately mobilized and began to prepare for defense, but because they were not familiar with this tactic, they still looked a bit messy.

The Savage King reached out and patted his forehead, sighing.

In fact, he didn't know that trapping the warriors in the camp was simply tying his own hands and feet, and the wildlings were still better at fighting on horseback.

But there is no way, who said that the opposite is Yan Jun, who is the number one horseman in the world?

In the camp, they may be able to resist for a while, but if they really want to go out to fight in the field, they may be washed away in a wave.

This kind of stupid battle is what the savage king dislikes the most, but under the premise that the opponent's individual and group strength exceeds his own, he can only bite the bullet and play like this.

Wang leaned his neck back, stretched his waist, and told the only guard with an iron mask left beside him:

"let's start."

The guard squatted down and took off his clothes.

The Savage King also squatted down and undressed together.

The wild people below will not know that on the arrow tower above their heads, their king is undressing with a male guard.

"My lord, now I know that you lied to me when you gave me this iron mask and said it was a reward for your most trusted warrior."

"I just found out now, it's too late."

"Fortunately, I've been happy for so long. I've been wearing this iron mask all the time. I don't take it off when I sleep or take a bath."

"I said, don't you wash it, no wonder it smells so strong, there is actually a layer of black mud on it."

"Wang, you didn't tell Nu earlier that Nu will be your substitute in the future."

"Who told you that I am about the same height and size? Even this face looks seven points like me."

"Wang, do you want to take off the inner lining?"

"Take it off, take it off, you've seen a few ordinary people with silk linings, if you accidentally fall down or wear out the outer armor, wouldn't the silk inside leak out and be exposed?"

"The king is really deliberate."

"Where's your lining?"

"Wang, there are only a few people in the clan who wear inner lining."

"Don't you feel flustered?"

The two squatted on the arrow tower and quickly changed each other's clothes.

The Savage King held the iron mask in his hand and covered his face.

"Wang, should I ask you something right now? In the stories about the four great kingdoms I heard from Onda before, it's basically like this. The dead will be rewarded before they die."

"Quickly tell me, this king is running for his life."

"Wang, there is something I can't let go of all the time."

"You are an orphan with no relatives and no reason, what can't you let go of?"

"I haven't tasted a woman yet."

The Savage King reached out and patted the guard's shoulder, saying earnestly:

"Alai, don't worry, in the future, the king will suffer a little more, suffer a little more, and help you taste a few more women."

"Thank you, king, for the king's great kindness, I can only repay it in the next life."

"Well, don't worry, I will come to you in the next life and let you continue to be my bodyguard."

"King, slave is so excited, slave can be king."

"You have to show the warriors below that their king is always here with them."

"Don't worry, Wang, I have been watching Wang all these years, and I will definitely be able to dress up exactly like you."

After all,

The savage guard named Alai stood up and looked down. There were also many savages looking at the arrow tower below. They knew that their king was watching them from above.

Alai leaned back in the chair,

slightly sideways,

at the same time,

The left hand began to rub the scar on his face,

There was a faint smile on his face.

After posing his movements and postures, Alai asked:

"Wang, why don't you go down?"

The wildling king put his hand on the lower jaw of the iron mask and stroked it,

road:

"Could it be that this king always liked to put on such a silly look?"