"Bolk, don't be ridiculous! Zhao Ming traveled hundreds of miles today, raided more than 20 tribes, and fought countless times.
Are you telling me a big defeat? "
After reacting, Wang Beibei was the first to not believe it.
joke? What kind of god can maintain such strong fighting power?
Normally speaking, it is true that people and horses are exhausted and can no longer bear it.
But who said that these people under Zhao Ming are not simple.
The Zhensong Army itself came from a wild background. When they followed Marshal Liu, they were hungry and well-fed, and they often went on long-distance raids.
If there was an attribute panel, Zhao Ming would probably be surprised that the stamina of this Song-suppressing army was almost full.
Zhang He's subordinates seemed to be ordinary herdsmen, but in fact, these people were often beaten by him.
Do you really think that Zhang He eats, drinks and has fun in the tribe every day?
Not only are these herdsmen masters of martial arts, but they are also martial arts practitioners. Each one of them has been practicing things like Zhuang Kung for several years.
These days, those who can only eat without eating meat are very good at training. This group of herdsmen who have meat every day have become particularly strong in training.
Even though they had traveled hundreds of miles and fought fiercely for a whole day, everyone was indeed exhausted.
But it was not like everyone had never rested. During the period, they were still resting in place before the confrontation, chewing dried beef in their mouths.
There is always some strength as long as it is squeezed, not to mention fighting fiercely all day long and winning battles repeatedly. The morale and confidence accumulated by this are so great.
Not to mention that the casualties were so heavy this time, as long as these people rested for a day and a night, had enough to eat and drink, and then collided again, the casualties would be greater than the distance.
Riding and shooting may still be suppressed, but hand-to-hand combat will definitely result in crushing.
A mixed force composed of a group of professional swordsmen and top students who have practiced martial arts for two and a half years, hand-to-hand combat is their professional counterpart.
"Chief Shepherd...I...everything I said is true!" the young man said with a sad face.
"What a shame! I'll beat you to death!"
Wang Beibei had veins popping out on his forehead, so he went up and kicked him hard several times.
"That's enough! How long do you want to keep making trouble!"
A loud shout interrupted Wang Beibei. Beishan was like an angry and sluggish lion at the moment. This loud drink made him gasp violently.
After he took a breath, he looked at Wang Beibei coldly.
"This is the good thing you did! If you fail to succeed, you will fail!"
"me..."
Wang Beibei wanted to defend himself, but no matter how he tried to defend himself, he seemed extremely pale.
He never dreamed that this could be a huge failure. Did Wang Meng grow up eating swill? Beef has been eaten in vain all these years.
"Then what should the old man do now?"
"You still have the nerve to ask me!"
If Beishan hadn't been quite strong, he would have been pissed off by this guy long ago.
"Then... how about pretending that this didn't happen? Anyway, I asked the brothers to disguise themselves so that they won't be discovered." Wang Beibei came up with a way.
"Do you think Zhao Ming is the same as you?"
"What?"
"Just as stupid!" Beishan snorted coldly.
"It's useless! Zhao Ming must know that it was us who did it, and it was either us or Darhan. In short, it was one of our two, so we must be at the top of the list!"
Beishan shook his head, feeling particularly headache.
"However, now that we have done it, there is nothing we can do about it. Prepare a generous gift tomorrow and follow me to the Darkhan Department."
"Oh! Could it be..." Wang Beibei's eyes were shining with excitement.
"Whether it works or not depends on others. It's not like you don't know about our relationship with the Darkhan tribe over the years."
Beishan snorted coldly, and soon his face gradually became colder, and his eyes were deep.
"Sir Zhao! Chief Zhao! I want to be a good person, why do you have to force me..."
However, this cold and profound temperament was interrupted by a sudden change before it lasted long.
"What's going on outside?"
Wang Beibei frowned, opened the curtain and looked outside.
But as soon as the curtain was opened, all kinds of shouts of killing could be heard.
Faintly under the moonlight, Wang Beibei saw a group of no less than a few hundred cavalry suddenly rushing into the outer perimeter of the camp in the distance. These people rushed into Maoming'an and killed them with one move.
Because many people in Maoming'an Department had already fallen asleep at this time, and when they heard the noise and came out to check, it was already too late. Instead, they became the dead souls of others.
Wang Beibei's eyes were splitting when he saw this scene.
"It's Zhao Ming! Zhao Ming must have come here to take revenge!"
Wang Beibei gritted his teeth, his face twisted and ferocious.
"Not necessarily! It can't be so fast!"
Beishan thought for a while and shook his head, "Anyway, let's stabilize the situation first. There are no people who want to bully our Maoming Anbu these days!"
Without his reminder, Wang Beibei rushed out quickly and began to gather men for counterattack.
About a quarter of an hour later, he returned to the camp angrily.
"How?" Beishan asked.
"Alas! This group of people come and go like the wind. They have been prepared for a long time and just want to leave quickly.
By the time I led my men to prepare for a counterattack, they had already run across the camp and were far away. "Wang Beibei said, punching the ground hard.
"It must be Zhao Ming! I didn't expect this man to be so vindictive! If I had known, I should have killed him the first time I saw him!"
"Just killing people? Not robbing anything?" Beishan ignored Wang Beibei's anger and asked himself.
"No! I didn't rob anything, but I set a fire in the horse pen and opened the horse pen. The horses were frightened and now they ran away.
Alas, I was worried about the safety of the camp so I didn’t dare to chase them. So many horses are our hard work! "
Wang Beiyue said that he was getting more and more angry. If so many horses were exchanged in the east, and then sold again, the profit would be huge!
However, at this time, Beishan had completely calmed down.
"Alas! Zhao Ming shouldn't have done this!"
"Not him? Impossible!"
Beishan glanced at the angry Wang Beibei, shook his head and sighed, "It's the Darhan tribe!"
"Darkhan? Impossible. What reason do they have to do this to us? We have never done this before!" Wang Beibei didn't believe it.
After hearing this, Beishan thought about it and shook his head.
"Well, I don't know the details. Although we have some grudges with the Darkhan tribe, we shouldn't provoke us like this..."
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The Maoming Anbu was very lively tonight, and Zhao Ming watched a good show.
When he heard someone say that there was some movement in Maoming'anbu, he took people to watch from a distance.
"Master Zhao, what do you think of this situation? Is it possible that the Maoming Anbu may have provoked some enemies? Are you here to seek revenge even at night?"
The monkey scratched his head, this scene made him a little confused.
"It's not a good thing you did!" Zhao Ming glanced at the monkey with a smile.
The monkey immediately cried out, "Me? Mr. Zhao will not bring you such injustice. I didn't do anything, and that group of people came from the north. Do you think they are from Outer Mongolia?"
