Devil’s Advent

night, already deep.

However, the horseshoes of the cavalry were still galloping, and the speed did not even drop at all.

This cavalry team is the foundation of Zheng Fan's fortune. From the very beginning, it has been luxuriously equipped, and in some places, it is even better than the Zhenbei Army.

One man and two horses are standard equipment, which can ensure the long-term mobility of cavalry.

More than a hundred years ago, during the war between the barbarians and the country of Yan, the barbarian cavalry used this advantage to ignite the flames of war in the entire seven counties of Dayan.

Now, the barbarians are dead, but strictly speaking, this barbarian cavalry has surpassed the limitations of its ancestors.

Because the barbarians have never really defeated the country of Yan from the beginning to the end, but now they have crossed the country of Yan and came to the land of the country of Qian.

This is already a historical breakthrough.

"Master, which one is our goal?"

"I don't know, look further south!"

Along the way, I saw some fortresses from a distance, but Zheng Fan didn't think about touching them again, he just pulled out a little distance to go around, and those fortresses didn't find this cavalry team that was raiding late at night.

With the lessons learned from the previous fortress, Zheng Fan really didn't want to go to the big night "scaring himself" to play, and at the same time, he didn't want to eat a duck pot after pulling out a chicken pot.

finally,

A city appeared in the sight of everyone.

Zheng Fan raised his hand, and all the cavalry took the reins together.

"The sentinels disperse."

Dozens of barbarian cavalry dispersed and cruised nearby.

Zheng Fan dismounted, stood on the slope, and looked at the city in front of him.

The city is not very big, much smaller than Hutou City.

But it is a city after all, there is no comparison between those forts and it, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a "military town" because it stands near the border.

Zheng Fan pulled out the stopper of the water bag and drank several sips of water.

Liang Cheng stood beside Zheng Fan. When Zheng Fan handed him the water bag, he took it, but he didn't see Zheng Fan reaching out to wash his hands.

"Aren't you thirsty?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Not thirsty."

"I haven't seen you eat anything."

"have eaten."

"You and Ming are both well-fed."

Zheng Fan smiled, pointed to the city in front of him, and said, "You have good eyesight, see if the city gate over there is still open."

"The city gate is indeed open." Liang Cheng confirmed.

At the gate of the city, there seemed to be several convoys entering and leaving, and several rows of torches were lit outside, illuminating them brightly.

Outside the city wall, you can see a patch of "shanty houses", some even have the simplest tents, like a slum attached to the city.

"You think, can you?"

Zheng Fan looked at Liang Cheng and asked.

"There are only four hundred of us."

"Li Yunlong and his regiment dare to attack Ping'an County."

"It's a work of art."

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch Liang Cheng's chin,

hesitated,

Put it on Liang Cheng's shoulder instead,

squeezed

road:

"It's not the same for you."

"If the master wants to try, the subordinates can lead the team to charge once."

"No, I'm an oil bottle, I can't just stay behind and watch. If you want to play, let's play together. If you want to finish, let's finish together."

"It's too dangerous and too reckless."

"Are you telling the truth or against your will?"

"Words against your will."

"Ah."

"It's night, the gates of the city are not closed, and it's still so lively outside, if you don't try to rush, the subordinates really don't want to be reconciled."

"After we pulled out a fortress, we went all the way south from the defense area of ​​that fortress without encountering a single soldier.

The country of Yan abolished all the forts, and our Cuiliu Fort has been converted to raise chickens. In some forts, even bricks were taken by local households to build pigpens.

On Qianguo's side, the fortresses still exist, but there is no difference between them. But, Ah Cheng, aren't we two too inflated? "

"Master, we are still cautious."

"Yes, we are not inflated. We are Chinese, which gives us too much confidence."

…………

Under the north gate of Mianzhou City, the lights were brightly lit. Carloads of goods were transported out of the city, and batches of goods were transported into the city.

Several Qianguo commercial firms were waiting at the gate of the city, and several stewards urged Li Fu to be more diligent and quick in his movements.

Occasionally, the eyes of the managers of each family met, and each could see the provocation and anger in each other's eyes.

It's very cold at night, and I was supposed to get the goods out (in) at home, so it should be quicker, and the work can be done long ago.

Who knew that it was just a coincidence tonight, and several convoys met together.

The gate of the city is only that big. If you want to go in and I want to come out, it will be blocked. The most important thing is the people in Mianzhou City. There are only so many people in total. As much as your family requisitions, my family has to use less , but no one is willing to take half a step back. After all, if you come out to be the steward of the team, you are representing the face of your master outside, so how can you just let it go?

As for these busy civilian husbands, if you look carefully, you can see that some of their clothes are actually cotton clothes issued by the army of the Qian Kingdom.

………

"Father, it's cold, why are you still standing here?"

An old man with white hair and beard was wearing a thin long gown standing on the top of the city tower. Below him was a bustling bustle.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, took off his cloak, and put it on the old man.

"snort."

The old man shook his body, and the cloak fell to the ground.

"My father is old, and my blood is not as strong as before, but my father is still an eighth-rank martial artist. This kind of coldness is not seen by my father!"

The middle-aged man picked up the cloak again, grabbed it with both hands, and forcibly put it on the old man, saying:

"The son knows, the son knows, but this is also a filial piety of the son, isn't it, my father is freezing here, how can you make the son feel sorry."

"What about the soldiers below?"

The old man stretched out his finger and pointed to the civilian husband who was busy carrying the goods, his voice trembling,

"Are they cold, are they hungry, are they tired?

They are hard-working frontier soldiers. Frontier soldiers are here to hold knives, not to be coolies! "

"My dear father, don't be stubborn, which one here doesn't do this?"

"Do you think that you are wronged by having me as your father?"

"Wronged? How can you, you are my own father and I am your son, so it is not wronged."

"Is there still resentment?"

"Tsk, knowing son Moruo father, it's really a little bit. You said that you have been an eighth-rank warrior these years, and you are a veteran in the army. When my son was young, he thought that he would be supported by you as an old man, so he wouldn't need it in this life sad;

Who knows, you handed in the paperwork to Shangfeng and reported it to Shangfeng, which made your official position drop year by year.

The good regiment training envoys have all been sent to Mianzhou City to patrol the city as the school captain, dear father, you are really my dear father.

However, just in the evening, my son had dinner with the magistrate. The magistrate said, if you are always soft and admit your mistake, the slack on your body will disappear. It is impossible for the official to return to his post. Before the armor is removed and returned to the field, it can be moved up again, and the position can be more comfortable when the son takes over. "

"You came to me for this matter?"

"You say yes."

"Please, old man, be the son of those bastard civil servants?"

"Father, what you said is really right. Your son has always been a grandson in front of the magistrate. According to this generation, you are just right."

"Hehehe..."

The old man laughed.

The middle-aged man also laughed.

"Son, daddy knows, it's daddy who's sorry for you."

"Why are you saying that again?"

"It's not that father doesn't know how to plan for the family and for the children and grandchildren, but, it won't work!"

The old man lowered his head and glanced at the long spear placed by his feet.

"Well, I know what you're going to say again, and you're going to say again that the Yan people may be going south, and our big frontier army can't continue to be so muddled. Have you ever had a fight?

no?

It's been almost a hundred years, and the Yan people can't even see a hair. My son knows, Dad, in your life, seeing that you are a lot older, but you have never been able to display your martial arts strategy, you are not convinced, but... ..."

The old man suddenly turned his face and looked at his son.

Seriously:

"There has been no news from the desert barbarians for a long time."

"What's the matter..."

"This shows that it is becoming more and more difficult for the barbarians to contain the Yan people. Once the Yan people have no pressure from the north, what will they do?"

"Father, these matters are matters that only the ministers and officials in the court need to consider. What are we worrying about?"

"The officials don't understand, the officials don't understand what our army is like, most of the gentlemen don't understand, even if there are a few who understand, they pretend that they don't understand.

Look, look, I am now the captain of Mianzhou city patrol, but how many people can I mobilize under my command?

These soldiers in Mianzhou City were not only used as coolies by various military leaders and magistrates, but even the barracks originally placed in the city were demolished and used as warehouses. Instead, all these soldiers were driven out of the city. Go live in a tent!

Such a soldier, such an army, can it fight? What kind of battle can it fight? "

"Father, just rest assured that the Yan people will not come. The Yan people are busy doing business with us, so how can they have time to fight? See, it's so lively down here.

There are two convoys that are transporting goods from Yandi today, and two convoys that are going out of the city to Yandi.

Earn money and live a good life, what kind of battles are you fighting?

Do you think those Yan barbarians are stupid? "

………

"Others will definitely regard us as fools."

Zheng Fan, who was already sitting on the horseback, said to Liang Cheng, who was sitting beside him.

It is not a fool to attack a border town with 400 riders, and it is really impossible to do such a thing.

"Master, it doesn't matter what others think of us, the key is how we think of ourselves."

"Actually, I also feel that I am quite stupid, I just want to live a comfortable life, but I only want to pursue some excitement.

You said, when you rush to the door later, if a sharpshooter from the city tower shoots an arrow down and shoots me so heartbroken, will I panic? "

"Just be happy."

"Hey, I've been led astray by you guys. I'm getting closer to Zhu Zhechi and closer to Mo Zhehei."

"My lord."

"Um?"

"We were designed by you."

"so?"

"It should be called the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

"You're getting skinny."

"This is called Near Vermilion Zhe Chi."

Zheng Fan put down the visor on his helmet that he had specially asked for,

at the same time,

He raised the knife in his hand,

shouted in barbaric language:

"I don't allow you to touch women, but today, in this city, I promise you to eat as much as you want!"

All the barbarians followed Zheng Fan's movements and raised their weapons.

"kill!"

Zheng Fan slashed forward!

"Ulla!!!!!!"

"..." Zheng Fan.

"Which idiot taught them Ula?" Zheng Fan roared.

"Fan Li."