Devil’s Advent

Chapter 93: Ula!

　　　　 The night is already deep.

　　 The horseshoes of the cavalry were still running, the speed did not even drop.

　　 This cavalry team was the foundation for Zheng Fan to start his career. From the beginning, it was luxuriously equipped. In some places, it was even better than the Zhenbei Army.

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

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

　　 Now, the barbarians are not good enough, but in the strict sense, this barbarian cavalry has exceeded the limitations of its ancestors.

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

　　 This is already a breakthrough in history.

　　 "Lord, which one is our goal?"

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

　　 Along the way, I have seen some fortresses from afar, but Zheng Fan didn't even think about touching them again. He just pulled a little distance away, and those fortresses didn't find the cavalry team that was attacking late at night.

　　 With the lessons learned from the previous castle, Zheng Fan really doesn't want to go to "scare myself" on the big night anymore. At the same time, he doesn't want to eat a duck pot after pulling out a chicken pot.

at last,

　　 A city appeared in the sight of everyone.

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

　　 "The whistle rides out."

　　 Dozens of barbarian cavalry voluntarily dispersed, cruising nearby.

　　 Zheng Fan dismounted and stood on the slope, looking at the city ahead.

　　 City is not very big, much smaller than Tiger Head City.

　　 But it is a city after all, and those docks are not comparable to it. Besides, standing near the border, it is no exaggeration to call it a "military town".

　　 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 did not 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."

"Ate."

　　 "You and Ming are both very supportive."

　　 Zheng Fan smiled, pointed his finger at the city in front, and said, "You have a good look, and see if the city gate over there is still open."

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

　　 At the gate of the city, there seemed to be several convoys entering and exiting, and several rows of torches were fired outside, and the lights were bright and bright.

　　 Outside the city wall, you can see a piece of "shanty house", some even the simplest tent, like a slum attached to the side of the city.

　　 "Do you think it's okay?"

　　 Zheng Fan looked at Liang Cheng and asked.

　　 "We are four hundred people."

　　 "Li Yunlong dared to fight Ping'an County in one regiment."

　　 "That is a work of art."

　　 Zheng Fan reached out his hand as if he wanted to touch Liang Cheng’s chin.

　　 hesitated,

　　 was placed on Liang Cheng’s shoulder instead,

　　 squeezed,

　　道:

　　 "You are not the same."

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

　　 "No, I can't stay behind to watch the oil bottle. I want to play, play together, finish, and finish together."

　　 "It's too dangerous and too rash."

　　 "Are you telling the truth or disobeying?"

　　 "Words against your heart."

"Ah."

　　 "It's night, the city doesn't close, and it's so lively outside. If you don't try to rush, your subordinates are really unwilling."

　　 "After we pulled out a fort, we went all the way south from the defense zone of that fort, and we didn't encounter a single soldier.

　　The country of Yan abolished all the fortresses. Our Cuiliu fort was changed to raise chickens. In some of the fortresses, even the bricks were taken by local residents to build pigsties.

　　 On the side of Qianguo, all the castles are indeed still there, but there is no difference between them and not. But Acheng, are we two too bloated? "

　　 "Lord, we are still cautious."

　　 "Yes, we are not inflated, we are the people of the country, which gives us too much confidence."

　　…………

　　 Under the north gate of Mianzhou City, the lights were brightly lit, trucks 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 Lifu to be more diligent and quicker.

　　Occasionally, the eyes of the stewards meet, and each other can see the provocation and indignation in each other's eyes.

　　 This night, it was freezing cold. I came from home to take the cargo out (in). It was a bit quicker, it would have been done a long time ago.

　　Who knows that tonight is a coincidence, and several teams actually met together.

The gate of the city is so big. If you want to go in, I want to come out. Isn’t it blocked? The most important thing is the civilian husband in Mianzhou City. There are only so many in total. As much as your family requisitioned, my family will have to use less. , But no one is willing to take a step back. After all, they come out to be the steward of the team. Outside, they all represent the face of their own masters. Can you just let it go?

　　 As for these busy civilian husbands, if you look closely, you can see that some of their clothes are actually cotton uniforms distributed by the army of the country.

　　…………

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

　　 An old man with white hair and beard is standing on the tower in a thin gown. Below it is a hustle and bustle.

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

"Humph."

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

　　 "I am old for my father, and my qi and blood are not as strong as before, but I am an eighth-rank martial artist anyway. This bit 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 part of his son's filial piety. I don't know how to make my son feel comfortable here because my old man suffers from the cold."

　　 "What about the soldiers below?"

　　 The old man stretched his finger to the civilian husband who was busy carrying cargo, his voice was trembling.

　　 "They can be cold, they can be hungry, they can be tired?

　　 They are hard-working frontiers. The frontiers are here to take the sword, not to be coolies! "

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

　　 "Do you think that you are very wronged when you stand on my dad?"

　　 "Wronged? How can it be, you are my father, and I am your son, so there is nothing wronged."

　　 "So there is still grievance?"

"Tsk, knowing son Mo Ruofu, it's really a little bit, you said that you have been in the realm of an eighth rank martial artist in these years, and you are also an old military seniority. When your son was young, he wanted to be supported by your father. Worried

　　Who knows, you have passed the Zhezi upwards and you have reported to the Shangfeng, so that your official position is declining year by year.

　　 A good team training envoy has been sent to the captain of the city tour in Mianzhou City. Daddy, you are really my dad.

However, just in the evening, my son had dinner with the prefect. The prefect said that if you are a soft old service, admit a mistake, you will be able to get rid of some of the troubles on your body. It is impossible for the official to restore his position. Before returning to the field, he can move up again, so that when his son takes over, the position will be more comfortable. "

　　 "You came to me for this?"

　　 "You say yes."

　　 "I beg you, be a son for those **** civil servants?"

　　 "Father, what you said is really right, isn't your son always a grandson in front of the prefect? According to this generation, you are just fine."

　　 "Hehehe............"

　　 The old man laughed.

　　 The middle-aged man also laughed.

　　 "My son, Dad knows, Dad can't help you."

　　 "Why do you say this again."

　　 "I didn't know that he didn't know that he was counting on his descendants for his family, but he couldn't do it!"

　　 The old man lowered his head and glanced at the spear he had placed at his feet.

"Yes, I know what you are going to say again. You are going to say that Yan people may be going south. We can't continue to be so muddled in the frontier army, but to be honest, Dad, in your life, and Yan people Have you ever done it?

　　 right?

It's been almost a hundred years, and that Yanren can't even see the root hair. My son knows, father, in your life, seeing that you are a lot of age, but you haven't been able to use the martial arts tactics, you are not convinced, but... …"

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

　　 is very serious and authentic:

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

　　 "What's wrong..."

　　 "This shows that on the Barbarian side, it has become more and more difficult to contain the Yan people. Once the Yan people have no pressure from the north, what will they do?"

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

　　 "The officials don't understand. The officials don't understand what the rotten army looks like on our side. Most of the lords 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 the city tour in Mianzhou City, but how many people can I mobilize under my hand?

These soldiers of Mianzhou City were not only used by military leaders and prefects as hardy servants, but even the barracks originally placed in the city were demolished and used as warehouses. On the contrary, they were all 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, please don’t worry, Yan Ren will not come. Yan Ren is busy doing business with us. How can there be spare time to fight? See if it’s so lively here,

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

　　 have money to make, have a good life~www.wuxiahere.com~What kind of battles are you fighting,

　　 Are you stupid for those Yan Manzi? "

　　…………

　　 "Others will definitely treat us as fools."

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

　　With four hundred rides, he was not a fool to attack a major border town. He really couldn't 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 think I am quite stupid. I just want to spend a good and comfortable life, but I want to pursue some excitement.

　　 You said, when you rushed for the door later, if a sharpshooter from the tower came down with an arrow and shot me a heartbreak, wouldn't I be terrified? "

　　 "Just happy."

　　 "Hey, I was broken by you. It's getting closer and closer to the red and black ones."

　　 "Lord."

"Ok?"

　　 "We, you designed it."

"and so?"

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

　　 "You are getting skinny."

　　 "This is called Zhuzhe Chi."

　　 Zheng Fan put down the protective face on his helmet that he specifically requested.

Simultaneously,

　　 raised the knife in his hand,