Rule.
To put it more simply, as a [General], Zheng Haoran can greatly improve the attack, defense, and speed of his soldiers, and can concentrate everyone's attacks to expand the attack range.
A row of shield soldiers stood still and blocked the charge of the Black Wind Horse Group. This was a sign of a significant improvement in defense.
The spearmen's "spurts" seemed to be wrapped in a layer of energy clothing. The spears' thrusts through the air could penetrate three or four rows of cavalry out of thin air. This was a manifestation of the expansion of the "attack range".
The general and the soldiers merged into one, achieving true "control".
After the fierce battle, Zheng Haoran was still fighting fiercely in the snow, but his soldiers were so tired that they collapsed on the ground. Except for Lao Litou, most of them couldn't help but lay on the ground panting and unable to move.
Zheng Haoran turned back and stared at Zheng Xiu and others.
Zheng Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought that since the three of them hadn't joined Zheng Haoran, they wouldn't have been noticed.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Haoran waved to Zheng Xiu angrily: "What are you doing standing there, come here and help!"
As he spoke, Zheng Haoran dug a hole in the snow and threw two knives to the three of them.
Feng Bei, Zheng Xiu, and Monk took the sword and looked at each other with the same confused expression.
"Help, dig a hole!"
When Zheng Haoran saw the three of them standing still, his tiger body trembled and he shouted sternly.
The three people from twenty years later kept silent and started to work obediently.
When they walked to the corner, Feng Bei and the monk whispered in unison.
"Your father is really cruel."
"Brother, your father is so cruel."
"Meow!"
Zheng Xiu: "..."
"father,"
Zheng Xiu ran over in a hurry. This time he had the foreshadowing. He stopped pretending and eagerly grabbed Zheng Haoran and called him daddy.
"Aren't you afraid that they will kill someone with a counterattack?"
The sword in Zheng Haoran's hand was used to dig pits, cutting iron like mud, not to mention just rocks. The stones flew around, and a deep pit was dug under him in a moment.
The snow gradually subsided, Zheng Haoran was naked from the waist up, his skin was hot and steaming.
He stuck his sword into the ground, pressed his hands on the handle of the sword, and took a moment to rest. Hearing this, Zheng Haoran glanced at Zheng Xiu, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You kid, I'm only a few years older than you. You keep shouting daddy all day long... If Chuntao hears it, you have to... Ahem, that's fine, it's up to you. .”
Zheng Haoran almost showed his wifely side. With a straight face, he regained his father's authority, pointed a finger at the sky, and said with a mysterious smile: "It's dawn."
"At this moment, they have suffered a defeat. The Wolf King is not as reckless as he seems on the surface. Even if he has the upper hand in numbers, he cannot attack rashly when he is in decline."
"Once they suffer another defeat and are unable to attack us, it will make their barbarian cavalry worse, and the morale of the army will be frustrated again."
Zheng Haoran seemed to be aware of the fact that the Wolf King was "protected by the moon".
Strangers always have a keen sense of strangeness that is different from ordinary people.
Similar to Fengbei's vision, Xie Luohe's hearing, monk's feeling, and his own intuition.
Zheng Xiu speculated that Zheng Haoran used "fist-bumping mind-reading skills" to guess the incident.
Zheng Haoran did not question why the three of them did not join the military formation.
He didn't ask, but Zheng Xiu felt uneasy, worried that Zheng Haoran had seen something.
However, if he told Zheng Haoran everything, would he believe that he was his son who lived alone and became a rich man twenty years later?
Will he blame himself?
Did he live the way he wanted?
Would he be proud of who he is now?
Can he really "conceal the truth" smoothly, let Zheng Haoran fake his death, and successfully deceive "history"?
Zheng Xiu stared at Zheng Haoran with his brows furrowed, lost in thought due to his casual question, and his mind went blank.
In front of his father, Zheng Xiu is no longer the richest man, the director of the disaster prevention bureau, or Prince Zheng, who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people. He is just a child who is protected under his father's full wings, that's all.
Well, he's still a kid.
After thinking for a while, Zheng Haoran grinned and said with piercing eyes: "If I were him, I would definitely make a temporary truce, at least for three days."
Zheng Xiu frowned: "Are you so sure?"
Zheng Haoran clenched his fists and raised them flatly in front of Zheng Xiu: "A real man will hold back and hide his inner thoughts, but they will eventually fall into his fists. After touching each other for a while, he probably knows what kind of person the Wolf King is. .”
"Really that amazing?"
Zheng Xiu still feels that his father's fist-bumping mind-reading skills are a bit evil.
"Try?"
Zheng Haoran shook his fist with a smile.
Zheng Xiu touched it again: "What did you touch?"
"Tch," Zheng Haoran looked disdainful and curled his lips: "There's nothing in your fist, it's so light."
Zheng Xiu's forehead bulged with veins and he silently rolled up his sleeves.
Feng Bei suppressed laughter at the side, wondering why this guy acted so childishly when he stood in front of his father. He walked to Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei gently pressed Zheng Xiu's fist, raised his hand to Zheng Haoran and asked calmly: " General Zheng, the pit has been dug. Next, are we going to lay the enemy's weapons at the bottom of the pit to make a trap?"
"Trap?" Zheng Haoran's eyes widened and he scratched his helmet: "When did I ask you to make a trap?" As he said that, Zheng Haoran pointed to the corpses of the Taniguchi barbarians: "Bury them."
As soon as Zheng Haoran said this, Feng Bei, Monk, and Zheng Xiu all looked shocked.
The monk twisted his mouth, his left eyelid trembled, and he looked towards Feng Bei.
Feng Bei pursed his lips, blinked, and looked back at Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu nodded.
Feng Bei's figure moved and floated into the valley. She wanted to help, but as soon as her hand touched the corpse, the corpse had knife-like cracks visible to the naked eye. After a while, the body was dead, and she did not dare to touch it again.
Feng Bei looked back at Zheng Xiu as if asking for help. Zheng Xiu sighed softly: "I'll do it."
Zheng Haoran didn't know that the three people who had a tacit understanding completed a silent communication under his eyes.
The sun rises in the east.
The sky is bright.
There is a thin layer of ice on the surface of the mountain wall, and the sunlight refracts a seven-color halo on the mountain wall.
Feng Bei was unable to take action, so the three men worked together to bury hundreds of corpses in the valley, which took a full two hours.
"Why did you bury them?"
After finishing the work, Zheng Xiu couldn't figure out the reason why Zheng Haoran did this.
"Why?" Zheng Haoran shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, put on his clothes, and said calmly: "There is no reason, idleness is idle."
"They are obviously enemies."
"They who are alive are the enemy."
Zheng Haoran answered with a smile.
"What about before? Why didn't you bury it?"
"Tsk, didn't you have time before?" Zheng Haoran said carelessly. At this moment, Zheng Xiu finally understood that what Zheng Haoran did had nothing to do with "right or wrong" or "should", and it had nothing to do with "compassion" and "respect".
Zheng Xiu tried hard to understand Zheng Haoran's thoughts when he buried the enemy's corpse. In a few words, Zheng Xiu vaguely realized that Zheng Haoran might have felt that when these hundreds of barbarians were killed on the battlefield, there was a complete killing between the two armies. The grudges and causes and effects, he passed by, his balls hurt, he buried them conveniently, and he could exercise, that's all.
"wack."
The more Zheng Xiu comes into contact with Zheng Haoran, the more he feels that he is a weirdo.
Maybe this is the "stranger".
There is always something in every "stranger" that ordinary people cannot understand.
Fengbei was like that, Monk was like that, Xie Luohe was like that back then, and so was Zheng Haoran.
"Among the strangers, I am the most normal."
Zheng Xiu silently gave himself a thumbs up.
Next three days.
Sure enough, as Zheng Haoran said, the Northern Barbarians made no move.
As a scout, Feng Bei went out to investigate and received news: Ten thousand troops of the Northern Barbarians were camped ten miles away, guarding the area outside the canyon as tightly as iron barrels.
Feng Bei revealed in front of Zheng Xiu more than once that she wanted to rush into the enemy formation and slaughter the Northern Barbarian army, but Zheng Xiu stopped her.
Zheng Xiu seriously warned Feng Bei:
"Have you forgotten what happened in the Sun Cicada Valley in the far west of the desert two hundred years ago?"
Including Zheng Haoran, now four strangers are gathered together, Zheng Xiu's worries are by no means unfounded. If what Bai Qiuyue said before her death is true, and Zheng Haoran was really taken away by Chang An as a "human pillar", then there must be a battle that will become a key node. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, and a large number of human souls gathered at the same time. The successful "Xiang" will break through the barrier between Chang An and Chang Shi and take away Zheng Haoran.
After three days of rest, Zheng Jiajun finally regained his strength.
Zheng Haoran's "control skills" did not come without any price. All the soldiers who were greatly strengthened by Zheng Haoran's "control" were sore and tired after that night. It took a full day and night to regain their strength. .
Soon after Old Li Tou regained his energy, Zheng Xiu secretly found Old Li Tou and asked for a stack of paper.
This paper was not originally used for drawing, but for wiping buttocks. But in such a harsh environment, Zheng Xiu couldn't pay too much attention.
After spending a whole day, Zheng Xiu drew the figures of each member of the Zheng Family Army wearing armor on the piece of paper one stroke at a time, leaving the final finishing touch. He sneaked into Zheng Haoran's military tent again, carefully compared the styles of Zheng Haoran's armors, and drew several pairs.
“If you go deep into the art of being a painter, you can indeed turn decay into magic.”
Zheng Xiu kicked a thick stack of prepared "works" into his arms and waited until the fourth day.
Early on the fourth day, a raven flew again in the distance.
Feng Bei, Monk, and Zheng Xiu all suffered from the stubborn psychological disease of "wanting to kill a raven when they see it", and they were ready to act with murderous intent: Feng Bei took off his gloves, Monk touched his bald head, and Zheng Xiu drew eighteen kinds of weapons on the snow. . The three of them finally resisted the urge to kill the raven. Zheng Haoran had already removed the message tube tied to the raven's feet and read the contents of the secret message.
To Zheng Xiu's surprise, during the picnic, Zheng Xiu sneaked up on Zheng Haoran to find out the contents of the secret message. As soon as he opened his mouth, Zheng Haoran seemed to see through Zheng Xiu's thoughts and took the initiative to tell what the secret message said. .
"Now that the situation outside is stalemate, the Wolf King will take these three days to rest, send messages and take command, and the morale of the Northern Barbarians will be restored, which is not very optimistic."
"Sure enough, the key to winning the battle lies in the Wolf King." Zheng Haoran looked at Zheng Xiu with a meaningful look: "Although the Northern Barbarian cavalry are brave and good at fighting, and their physique is far better than that of the Dagan people, they are not united. An army can only be formed if the wolf king suppresses it. Just like a pack of wolves...a pack that has lost its leader is like a pile of loose sand and cannot become a force."
"Old Li!"
Zheng Haoran called the deputy general: "How long can our army's food supply last?"
Lao Li thought for a while and replied: "Back to General, if you want to eat enough, you can still take care of it for three days. If you save a little, eating for ten or eight days will not be a problem."
"Okay! Be wary of their night attacks tonight. If everything goes well tonight, tomorrow morning, select a hundred good soldiers to join me in the raid! By the way, let the new gang leader cook a good meal, don't starve the brothers. "
Zheng Haoran didn't hesitate for too long and calmly issued the military order for the raid tomorrow morning.
After waving away Lieutenant General Lao Li, only the father and son were left by the campfire.
"I heard that you secretly drew portraits of our military?"
Zheng Haoran asked abruptly.
Zheng Xiu wanted to deny it, but when he saw Zheng Haoran's determined eyes, he could only take out the pile of papyrus he had drawn.
"Tsk," after taking a look, Zheng Haoran lost interest and threw it back into Zheng Xiu's hands, saying: "A good man should aspire to be everywhere, wield swords and guns, and protect his family and country. He moans without illness, dances poems and paintings, is arty, hum, It’s a little less interesting.”
Zheng Xiu lowered his head and remained silent, adding fuel to the fire and not daring to refute.
Now in the Daqian Dynasty, Zheng Xiugui is the Red King, and it is too late to coax him and support him. Who dares to say that the Red King is not the best. But at this moment, Zheng Haoran acted like a father lecturing his son. While Zheng Xiu did not dare to refute, not only did he not feel disgusted, but he felt a sense of warmth in his heart.
"It seems that after many years, the world will be peaceful."
Zheng Haoran sighed inexplicably.
Zheng Xiu added half-wet and half-dry firewood, and the fire emitted thick black smoke due to incomplete combustion. When Zheng Haoran suddenly said this sentence, Zheng Xiu's movement of adding firewood stopped instantly and his whole body became stiff.
He raised his head in disbelief and saw Zheng Haoran looking at him with a complicated look.
Phew~
A gust of cold wind blew, causing sparks to fly. Sparks landed on the back of Zheng Xiu's hand, burning it red. Zheng Xiu was so shocked that he retracted his hand.
"It seems so." Zheng Haoran was unusually calm at this moment, and touched his chin in confusion: "It turns out that my son really looks like me."
"ah????"
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
Wait a minute, Dad.
I just showed up like this without any precaution or hesitation. Dad, are you too calm?
Was it such a common thing for my future son to go back twenty years ago?
Zheng Xiu opened his mouth. He was originally struggling with how to show off his cards to his father, but his father actually took the initiative to expose the matter and...accepted it.
The pancakes in the pot made a sizzling sound. Zheng Haoran picked up a piece with a stick, blew on it twice, folded it carefully, and put it into Zheng Xiu's bowl.
"Come back, you have other things to do."
Zheng Haoran looked at the confused Zheng Xiu and grinned: "Eat, don't be stupid. Only when you are full can you live longer on the battlefield."
Click, Zheng Xiu took a hard bite.
"It's burnt."
Zheng Xiu said dissatisfied.
"Hey, you haven't had much practice. Your mother wasn't very good at cooking at first, but after two years in the kitchen, hey, don't tell me, she's pretty good at it."
Zheng Haoran touched the back of his head and lowered his head.
The father and son were silent and didn't speak until Zheng Xiu finished a piece of pancake, then he stood up and walked into the snow: "I'm going to practice boxing for a while."
Zheng Haoran's figure pranced around in the snow, attracting cheers from Zheng's army.
This strange development made Zheng Xiu even more confused. Is this a normal reaction for a normal person to meet his son from the future?
This is not normal!
Don’t you have anything to ask?
Zheng Xiu was speechless, with black lines on his forehead, watching helplessly as his father practiced boxing from sunrise to sunset.
evening.
Zheng Haoran, who was enjoying himself, called Zheng Xiu and the monk to the military tent.
The monk still didn't know that Zheng Xiu had been exposed, so he pretended to be an ordinary soldier, opened the curtain, bowed his hands, coughed twice, and asked what his orders were.
Zheng Haoran waved his hand and signaled: "Sit down, this is not a battlefield, there is no need to be restrained."
The monk did not sit down and winked at Zheng Xiu:
"Brother, why are you silent?"
After a while, Feng Bei, dressed in smart clothes, came in with his face covered. He was as cold as ever and said in a calm tone: "What are your orders, general?"
"Here, here we come." Zheng Haoran waved to Fengbei: "Sit down and let me see what my future daughter-in-law looks like."
When Feng Bei and the monk heard this, their pupils trembled.
After a while.
The monk and Feng Bei sat on the soft cushions with their backs straight like children, not daring to move.
"Um," Zheng Xiu saw the strange atmosphere and took the initiative to explain: "My father found out. Let me formally introduce, Zheng Haoran, my father. Feng Bei, the wife of the matchmaker I am marrying. Come on, call me father."
Feng Bei's pretty face was slightly red, and she lowered her head and said in a voice like a gnat, "Dad."
The monk said shyly: "Dad!"
Uh-huh!
Everyone's eyes fell on the monk's shiny forehead.
Zheng Haoran raised his head little by little and looked at Zheng Xiu blankly.
Zheng Xiu explained: "Huahua, also known as Ruchen, is a close friend of life and death, and we are like brothers!"
Hearing this, Zheng Haoran breathed a sigh of relief and laughed endlessly: "You can call me daddy, hahaha!"
Smiling, Zheng Haoran burst into tears from the corners of his eyes.
(End of chapter)
