It's imaginable that this person is amazing, but it's hard to imagine that he's that amazing.
Montaigne, twenty-nine years old, is half a saint!
I'm so confused!
Jiang Fan can definitely fit three duck eggs in his mouth.
A half-step saint who is less than thirty years old? Are you kidding me?
But Montaigne's calm and indifferent appearance clearly meant that he was not joking.
Lin Xiaoqi next to her also confirmed this. She was ordered to communicate. She was somewhat suspicious and tested it herself. Montaigne reached out with one hand and directly suppressed Lin Nanyan, who was extremely talented.
No wonder he led an army of 100,000 men at such a young age and became a brave general.
No wonder Meng Yi was afraid of nothing but this brother.
No wonder the empress let him go. Incomplete guarantee...
Jiang Fan was in a daze, wondering if he could really kill the so-called first warrior of the grassland.
If so, haha...
Jiang Fan didn't know how to continue.
Therefore, he finally understood that Montaigne had been showing weakness, showing the world only the beginning of the holy realm to cover up his unparalleled talent, and hiding his peerless edge under his calm appearance.
At this time, Zhenbei generals Meng Wu and Meng Yi also arrived at the same time.
"Master!" Meng Yi jumped up in surprise, taking three steps at a time.
Jiang Fan took a look and thought, Ha! This guy was originally as strong as a calf, but now he is even more heroic with a suit of armor, and his whole person is full of energy.
As for his aura, Jiang Fan could sense it. Sure enough, a genius is a genius. In just one year of military training, Meng Yi had been promoted to a great master, but his aura was not yet well controlled, and this made him even more sharp.
"Good boy!" Jiang Fan patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "I heard you were promoted to Tiger Captain?"
Meng Wu also laughed: "This little kid is quite energetic and has not brought shame to our Meng family. Speaking of which, it's all because of the good teachings of the prince."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "No matter what he said, he is still very qualified."
Meng Wu snorted: "Is it him? He still has some qualifications, but he only knows how to be a flying eagle and a lackey all day long. If it weren't for the teachings of the prince, he would still be a fool and a playboy."
Facing his father, Meng Yi didn't dare to refute, he just rubbed the back of his head and smiled stupidly.
"I heard about this trip, master, are you planning to let me go too?" Meng Yi's eyes were shining brightly.
Jiang Fan nodded: "Yes, do you want to go deep into Northern Xinjiang to see what those barbarians are like?"
"Think!" Meng Yi immediately shouted loudly: "Master said in the art of war that if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Why is it that only the barbarians dare to go south, and I, the great Qin son, dare to go north!"
"Well said!" Jiang Fan praised without hesitation: "With this kind of thinking, who says you can't be a wolf and a slave in the future?"
Meng Yi was stunned: "Feng... what to seal?"
Jiang Fan suddenly realized that what he said was wrong, and quickly smiled and said: "It means driving the barbarians out of Mobei."
Meng Yi patted his chest: "This is my disciple's lifelong ambition. I must have no royal court in Mobei!"
Meng Wu chuckled: "It's safe to brag and be arrogant. Practice well with your master, and you will have a good life sooner or later."
"Hehe, that's it, that's it, sooner or later the master will take action against the grassland, and then I will be the pioneer officer!"
While several people were chatting and laughing, Meng Wu had already given orders to hold a banquet.
The banquet was not sumptuous, but it was luxurious. A whole cow had been roasted and matured in the furnace, and was directly carried up by two sergeants with martial arts training.
The bright golden color and the rich and tangy aroma immediately attracted Jiang Fan's greedy mind.
"This cow was snatched from Barbarian, and the roasting technique was learned by Meng Yi from the prince. Let's have a good time today!"
Both sons were so promising, Meng Wu couldn't hide his joy and relief. And this regent, His Royal Highness, directly fulfilled the two nobles. Montaigne learned his art of war, and Meng Yi was directly accepted as his direct disciple.
Apart from anything else, since Montaigne studied the art of war, when he started fighting, even he was willing to be defeated. Meng Yi also opened his eyes. His extraordinary ideas and novel tactics simply amazed him.
When this noble man arrived, Meng Wu, who had always been simple, slaughtered a cow directly for him to catch the wind. Just because I heard Meng Yi say that this guy loves beef.
But General Meng Wu was soon shocked. If he likes to eat, this is not the way to eat it, right?
After just three bowls of wine, there was not much left of a whole leg of beef. This youngster's appetite is terrifying.
Is this a literary talent? Even among the heroes in the army, who can compare with him? Even Meng Yi, a big eater, can't help it. I'm afraid the three of them combined can't keep up.
While Jiang Fan was eating and drinking, in a tent on the grassland thousands of miles away, there was someone who was not satisfied with the food.
She was dressed in a snow-white dress, with a white fox fur draped over her shoulders, and her lake-like eyes were filled with deep melancholy, making people unable to help but feel pity at just one glance.
"Princess... don't worry. We Chinese have a saying, there will be a road to the mountain if you ask for a car."
A round-faced maid comforted her sympathetically.
The tall maid said distressedly: "What's going on with all this..."
The beautiful woman sighed softly: "This is my destiny..."
The round-faced maid was quite angry and gritted her teeth and said: "What a bullshit fate, either to be sacrificed or to be used as a tool. Why can't a beautiful and kind-hearted woman like the princess live a free and happy life!"
The tall maid frowned: "Xiaoyuan, you are always talking nonsense! Sacrifice is such a glorious thing, how can a Chinese like you understand it?"
"Glory?" The round-faced maid was full of disdain: "Only you ignorant barbarians think it is glory. Are you stupid? Can't you see that they robbed the princess for the millions of tribesmen and tens of millions of cattle behind her? It’s just the endless pasture!”
The tall maid obviously didn't see it as deeply as the round-faced maid, and said calmly: "No way... the princess is the biological daughter of the Great Wolf Lord, and the most beloved daughter of the Great Wolf Lord. He will definitely not let the princess be harmed."
"I have great sympathy for your naivety." The round-faced maid sneered: "The Great Wolf Lord is like the other four kings. Why does he hold this Fuli Conference? It's not to save the princess's pasture, and he doesn't want others to get it. That’s why Battle was dispatched.”
The tall maid frowned: "Even if you are right, isn't the Battle warrior the best match for the princess..."
"Then I have to ask the princess. I originally thought that Battelle was sincere towards the princess, but now that he has actually gotten involved in this kind of fight, how can this love be pure? What's more, we all know later that the reason why the princess didn't offer her love back then was The sacrifice is not at all due to Battle, it was not him who ruined the priest ceremony, he did absolutely nothing!"
The tall maid was not as smart as she was and could not refute her at all.
"It's just...it's just that Battle is the best, princess, what do you think..."
The beautiful woman was Princess Crescent Moon. She shook her head slightly, her eyes blurred: "I... don't know, I don't know..."
