Hadleji looked at Jingsite's expression, indicating that he didn't know what he was thinking.
He said to Jingsi in a deep voice: "I am still the Captain of Ten Thousands, so you can feel free to speak."
But you have no soldiers and horses in your hands now, and it will only be a matter of time before the captain is removed.
Everyone at the scene thought so, but no one dared to say this.
Although Hadeleki did not have 10,000 soldiers and horses, he still had 200 personal soldiers.
Hadleji looked at everyone, not knowing what they were thinking, and couldn't help but take a breath.
"This cyclone cannon can withstand an army of 100,000 people. I believe the marshal also wants to get this cyclone cannon." Hadleki glanced at everyone present and continued, "When I present a better cyclone cannon to the marshal, there will naturally be many prizes. "
At this time Leiter came out and said to the craftsman Xin Jingsite: "The Marshal attaches great importance to the cyclone cannon. At that time, it was just a sketch and he only added troops once? I believe that as long as a good cyclone cannon is produced, these 10,000 troops It can be supplemented as well.”
"Let's work hard together to perfect the cyclone cannon as soon as possible." Jingsite and several craftsmen bowed to Hadleji and expressed their stance solemnly.
Hadleki nodded and suddenly bowed his hands.
He never returned the gift to his servants, which made everyone present stunned.
Regardless of what they thought, Hadlucki saluted and said, "Please, everyone, please perfect this tornado cannon as soon as possible."
His only hope now is to act like a polite corporal on this tornado cannon.
Jingsite hurriedly said he didn't dare, and led the craftsman back out.
After Jingsit went out, Hardlucki returned to the barracks and said to Leitel: "Here comes the wine."
"General, this is a military camp and you are not allowed to drink." Reiter reminded.
Hardlucki was extremely troubled. He kicked the table down and said, "If you don't drink, what else can you do now?"
"General, the smell of the wine is extremely strong and can fly very far." After Leiter said this, he couldn't help but licked his lips and sighed secretly, "Other military camps will smell it, which will be very detrimental to the general."
Damn it, Nanman is so awesome, this wine is a hundred times better than other wines, no, tens of thousands of times better.
It's a pity that we can't taste such delicious wine in the military camp now.
Damn it, how can Nanman be so capable? Not only does he have drunken spring tea, fine wine, but also glass crystal cups, ceramic teacups and other extremely exquisite things.
Hadleki looked from his barracks and saw a row of hundreds of empty barracks in front of him.
He shook his head in pain. These seemed not to be barracks, but tombs one after another.
Isn't it? There is no difference between a barracks and a tomb without people.
Seeing the empty barracks that looked like rows of tombs, Hadleki couldn't help but cry bitterly while holding his head.
You know, these hundreds of barracks were still bustling with people the day before yesterday.
Now, the night can only be described as howling like a ghost.
And all of this was caused by him, the Captain of Ten Thousands.
The other soldiers all bowed their heads and went down. How could they feel better when their master was so sad? They all began to cry.
While crying, Reiter said to Hadlucky: "General, you have the unique true whirlwind cannon in the hands of the Khanate. Why worry about not having troops?"
"But this is a total of 10,000 soldiers and horses, and they were ruined by me like this. I feel really sad." Hadleji covered his face and sobbed.
"General, this is not a comfort to the villain. The marshal brought 500,000 soldiers and horses, and the loss of 10,000 is a trivial matter for him." Leiter continued, "As long as this real cyclone cannon is perfected, General We have another 10,000 soldiers and horses in our hands."
After Hardluck cried, he heard Retel's comforting words again, and thought for a moment that this was indeed the case.
Hadlucky asked the soldiers to place the tables, make them a cup of tea, and fell into deep thought.
"Zhang Liang asks to see you." A soldier came in and reported carefully.
Hadleji pulled out his sword, waved it in the air a few times, and shouted loudly: "He still has the nerve to come in. If he hadn't provoked it, how could I have lost ten thousand troops?"
Leiter hurriedly hugged him and took the big knife out of his hand.
"Zhang Liang is definitely a talent. His methods are not wrong. The reason is that the security team is too powerful." Reiter tried his best to persuade, "General, can you let him in and see what he says."
"I really want to chop off his dog's head." Hadela looked at the big knife already in Leitel's hand and shouted to the sky.
When Leiter heard this, he felt relieved. Hadelaji's anger had been vented, and he nodded to a soldier.
Under the leadership of a private soldier, Zhang Liang came in tremblingly.
In fact, Zhang Liang really didn't want to come in. After all, a captain of ten thousand who was about to lose his job would be of any help to him.
Zhang Liang thought about it in his barracks for an hour, but he still couldn't find a better way.
He himself believed that the plan was correct, but he never expected that his entire army would be wiped out.
He thought Hadeleji beheaded him in anger. After all, the barbarians had no reason to argue, not to mention this was a military camp.
Unexpectedly, Hadelaji didn't kill him, which made him extremely lucky.
It turns out that Hardlucky didn't want to kill him, but was taken to see the whirlwind cannon by Captain Leiter.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thankful that he had a good relationship with the captain's soldiers and could save lives at critical moments.
Zhang Liang didn't want to come at all and wanted to find a new way to survive in other barracks.
But as a counselor, he didn't fire the first shot.
Not even a fight started, but the owner’s entire capital was taken into account. Who would dare to use him?
Now he was desperate and risked being beheaded to seek an audience with Hadlucki.
Seeing Zhang Liang come in, Hadeleki immediately pulled out his sword from the soldier's scabbard and slashed directly at Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang was so frightened that his body softened, his eyes closed, and he felt something wet flowing out of his lower body, and then he lost consciousness.
"It's bad luck, it's bad luck, he's so unfazed." Hadlucky said while covering his nose and fanning himself with his hands, "Wake him up."
Leiter brought a bucket of cold water and poured it directly on Zhang Liang.
It was late autumn now, Zhang Liang couldn't help but uttered a cry, and woke up leisurely.
He looked at the tent, his eyes without a trace of light, and without any movement, he asked leisurely: "Did I go to hell?"
"Shuzi really should go to hell." At this time, a rough voice came over, and this voice felt a bit familiar.
Zhang Liang hugged his body tightly and trembled all over: "It's not hell, why is it so cold here and not smelly?"
Zhang Liang looked leisurely at Hadeleji and asked in surprise: "The general also went to hell?"
"Shuzi, you're lucky. The general will spare your life this time." A young voice came over, and it turned out to be Leiter.
"Why is it so cold and smelly? Look at yourself." The young voice said coldly.
Zhang Liang's eyes moved and he looked at himself. He was all wet. No wonder he was so cold.
He moved his nose twice, and it turned out that the smell was coming from himself.
He yelled and hurried back to his barracks to change.
As he ran around in a panic, he kept beating and chirping, and he heard those people laughing in his ears.
This was definitely an insult. Zhang Liang returned to his barracks, changed into clean clothes, and took out a knife.
He put the knife to his neck and closed his eyes.
At this time, his beautiful wife and concubine appeared in his mind, and several cute babbling children appeared in front of his eyes.
Thinking of this, he put down the long knife, took a breath, and laughed at himself: "In the past, Han Xin was still humiliated by someone, so what does my humiliation mean?"
Zhang Liang came to the captain's barracks and saw Hadleji looking at the tea cup in a daze with a frown on his face.
"Congratulations to the general on the successful production of the cyclone cannon, which can withstand an army of 100,000 people." Zhang Liang stepped forward and bowed deeply.
Hadleki sat in front of the desk, still looking at the tea cup in front of him, as if he hadn't seen him.
Zhang Liang knew that this remark would not impress Hadeleki, after all, others had already congratulated him.
Words that didn't seem to move him would obviously not be ignored by Hardlucky.
Zhang Liang sorted out his thoughts, bowed his hands and said: "Among the warriors of the Khanate, the general is the one who has dealt with the most security groups and is also the one with the most experience. No one else can match this."
Hadleji rolled his eyes, looked at Zhang Liang, and took a sip of tea.
There was something going on. Although he ignored himself, Hadleki was at least able to take action compared to before.
"The warriors of the Khanate have not really dealt with the security team, so experience is particularly important." Zhang Liang licked his lips, feeling a little dry.
Hadleji glanced at Zhang Liang and took another sip of tea.
It seemed that Hadeleji was listening to what he was saying. Zhang Liang continued: "The general not only attacked Hetan Pass, but also attacked the slopes of Dingjun Mountain, the small passes on the mountain, and the cliffs of Dangkou Temple. Where can the Khanate find the general's experience?" Captain of ten thousand?”
After all, Leiter is the captain of the soldiers, so he still has some privileges.
While the other soldiers stood respectfully behind the captain, he could place a small coffee table next to Haderocki to drink tea.
At this time, he was drinking tea and listening to Zhang Liang's words, with a smile on his face.
Yes, the general only considered that his troops were gone. He did not expect that he was the captain with the most experience in fighting with the security regiment.
Hadelaji took a sudden sip of tea, waved his hand in the air, looked as lonely as possible on his face, and shook his head.
His eyes were still in a daze, his left hand was placed on his knees, and his right hand was stretched out in the air, forgetting to put it down.
"How can a defeated general be brave?" He looked at the empty barracks outside, obviously immersed in the pain of defeat.
Zhang Liang stepped forward and bowed his hands, and said in a deep voice: "What if the cyclone cannon is added with a table array that is not afraid of burning?"
"What, you actually found a table formation method that is not afraid of burning?" Hadleki suddenly stood up from his seat.
With a "bang" sound, the table suddenly fell down, and the hot tea on it wet his lower body, but he still didn't feel it.
