In Zheng Xiu’s eyes.
Zheng Haoran is not a qualified general.
Charge into battle, charge the hardest, kill the most, and retreat the last.
Is this what a leader should do?
According to Zheng Haoran's temperament, if his father hadn't been born a stranger, he would have died eight hundred times ago.
"My birth must have overdrawn my father's luck for the rest of his life."
Zheng Xiu was dressed neatly in armor, holding a long sword in his hand, and rode a tired horse into the valley.
War also requires proficiency. Zheng Xiu has experienced it several times and is familiar with it. A wave of probing arrows came towards him, and Zheng Xiu blocked it casually. He also blocked a cold arrow shot towards the throat for Lao Li beside him.
Afterwards, Lao Li was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and called Xiao San his "Lao Li's noble person".
When they were about to rush out of the valley entrance, everyone on the Zheng Jiajun side was suddenly startled.
At the narrow mouth of the valley, three rows of "human shields" were built, with five shields per row.
It turns out that Barbarian had been quiet for so many days, waiting for the "new weapons" to be transported. The huge black iron shield almost blocked the whole person. The barbarians stacked up on top of each other and held up their shields, creating a living "shield wall" at the entrance of the valley.
Zheng Xiu raised his head and looked at the dark "shield wall", his eyes flashing, his shoulder blades itching, ready to move.
And between the gaps in the "shield wall", little bits of cold light can be faintly seen.
"The Wolf King is imitating General Zheng's tactics!"
Such blatant "plagiarism" made Lao Li on horseback scream out in surprise.
"Hahaha! If you can't draw a tiger, you're like a stupid cat!"
Zheng Haoran laughed three times and unintentionally mocked the orange cat. In an instant, his face was ferocious and murderous, and he pointed a long knife:
"The whole army obeys the order——"
"Nothing to fear,"
"Charge with me!"
"kill!!"
hiss!
Zheng Jiajun was momentarily panicked when he saw the towering dark shield wall. However, due to Zheng Haoran's words in the next second, his breathing stabilized and everyone lowered their bodies on horseback.
Huh...huh...huh...
In an instant, Zheng Xiu was stunned.
He noticed a terrible thing: shortly after Zheng Haoran "issued the order", all the soldiers behind him except him, including deputy general Lao Li, seemed to have turned into machines.
Everyone's messy breathing was surprisingly "synchronized". Everyone's breathing was frighteningly synchronized. Phew! call! call! The small breaths gathered together were like a hurricane sweeping through the canyon.
Da da! Da da! Da da!
The sound of horse hooves.
rumble! rumble! rumble!
Echoes in the Valley.
In the electric light and flint, the messy sound of horse hooves, after a few breaths of adjustment, also achieved terrifying synchronization. With nearly a thousand horses, the only sound left is the pure "ta da, da da, da da", which is rhythmic, like a war drum!
Boom, boom, boom!
The war drums on the barbarian side were beating wildly to boost morale, but they were suppressed by the sound of horse hooves in the valley as neatly as drums.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Soon, everyone's heartbeats were beating to the same rhythm.
Heartbeat like a war drum!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Zheng Xiu covered his chest, feeling inexplicably anxious. He knew that this was Zheng Haoran's "command" once again, because in essence, he was not Zheng Haoran's "soldier". He was now in this army, and in the "tune" of the Zheng family army, he was so Out of place and unable to fit in with them.
I believe that Monk Huotou Bing also feels the same sense of frustration.
This feeling cannot simply be described as "pain", "uncomfortable" or "wandering". Zheng Xiu felt like he was wearing red clothes to attend a funeral. At the funeral, filial sons were wearing sackcloth and mourning. As soon as he entered, everyone looked at him and he became "a little red among thousands of filial piety". Opposite him The expression in his eyes was "We have a traitor among us." Well, Zheng Xiu was the traitor who was found out.
According to experience, Zheng Xiu waited for himself to be "squeezed out".
But this time he was not "pushed away".
Zheng Jiajun was charging in the canyon. They were silent, and the wind and snow behind them distorted visible to the naked eye.
It twisted like a stream of air, rising into the sky and converging in the direction of Zheng Haoran.
Zheng Haoran let out a long roar, exerted force on his feet, and the limbs of the mount beneath him suddenly bent.
Kaka!
The horse's limbs and knees made a crisp sound at the same time, Zhi! The war horse's eyes were bloodshot.
boom!
The war horse leaped high, and the rock below suddenly collapsed, leaving four clear horseshoe marks!
Zheng Haoran's man and horse became one. As the horse jumped up, he raised his sword high on the horse's back.
All the distortions gathered on Zheng Haoran's arms. Zheng Xiu looked at his father's figure in mid-air in shock.
Everything was silent.
Everything is still.
At this moment, Dad's arm and long knife were like a bow.
"kill!"
After accumulating power for a moment, Zheng Haoran shouted angrily, and the still time flowed again. Zheng Haoran threw the long knife in his hand towards the shield wall.
call out!
The long knife was shot out like a meteor. During the flight, it swept up the fine snow floating in the valley, formed in the blink of an eye, and rotated. From a distance, it looked like a white angry dragon.
The aftermath of the long white dragon squeezed the mountain walls on both sides crazily, bang bang bang! The ground shook, and the mountain walls on both sides cracked. The broken stones were torn and involved, and the canyon was widened by two feet.
The spiral energy ripped open the shield wall. The seemingly indestructible shield wall was as fragile as a piece of straw paper in front of Zheng Haoran's magic.
"Outrageous!"
Zheng Haoran's move once again set the upper limit of Zheng Xiu's assessment of his father's strength.
Boom!
The long knife had already been overwhelmed and shattered. Zheng Haoran waved his arm to dissipate the pain and swelling, then blasted open the shield wall, and his eyes suddenly opened up.
Behind the canyon, a square formation of one hundred people was already ready to surround the exit of the canyon. But, after Zheng Xiu rushed out of the canyon, Zheng Haoran once again launched "Reign". Zheng's army silently changed its formation. Using Zheng Haoran as the nuclear warhead, the army twisted into an arrow and easily tore apart the defense lines of the phalanxes. In the wilderness Rush up and kill.
At this point, Zheng Xiu could no longer join in. He watched helplessly as his father rushed back and forth among the tens of thousands of people without even breathing, so he could only silently ride his horse and stop at the entrance of the valley to observe.
Obviously the opponent's number far exceeds that of Zheng's army, reaching ten times the number, but Zheng Haoran's charging momentum does not seem to be surrounded by others, but Zheng Haoran has surrounded them.
"It's scary."
Zheng Xiu frowned. It would be unjustifiable to say that this was a pure cold weapon war. Zheng Haoran was able to lead his soldiers in and out of an army of ten thousand people seven times, all because of his innate and extraordinary skills.
The Zheng Jiajun's momentum was like a rainbow. Under the guidance of Zheng Haoran, the so-called "momentum" seemed to have materialized. It was draped around the perimeter of the formation. It was difficult for ordinary swords to approach, and they were all blocked, not to mention the rain of arrows. A wave of arrow rain fell, Ding ding ding, Zheng Jiajun didn't even move, he was deflected away through a few feet of air.
"retreat!"
After killing for a while, the wilderness was in a mess, leaving countless corpses of barbarians. Zheng Haoran retreated decisively.
…
Zheng Haoran seemed to be fighting guerrilla.
After a wave of retreat, the entire army returned in triumph.
Not long after retreating into the canyon, many of the soldiers who had been fighting vigorously in the enemy's formation not long ago rolled their eyes, plop, plop, and fell to the snow one after another.
"Quick! Medic, medic!"
The monk didn't react at first, and it wasn't until Old Li Tou panted that he pulled him to see someone that the monk remembered that he was now both a gang leader and a military doctor.
…
"Dad, where is your alien mark?"
Zheng Xiu found his father worried.
"What alien?"
Zheng Haoran made a round of inspection and was relieved to see that his soldiers were just overtired and not seriously injured. Hearing this, Zheng Haoran looked confused and puzzled.
Zheng Xiu lay down and whispered quietly into Zheng Haoran's ear.
"You said that!"
Zheng Haoran suddenly realized it, his old face turned red, and he silently pulled Zheng Xiu into the small tent... and took off his pants.
"Only your mother knows about this birthmark!"
Zheng Haoran's alien mark is on his buttocks, and the twisted word "Yiyou" is very eye-catching.
No wonder Zheng Haoran's face turns red even at his age. It turns out he grew up in a strange place.
Zheng Xiu vaguely noticed that the location of the alien mark had something to do with the nature of the doorway.
Except for his mark, which is in his brain, the other aliens all have their marks in specific locations.
"butt?"
"ride?"
"The art of domination?"
"Yiyou, in terms of position, is indeed among the 'Three Lords', ranked right next to Wei Chen's 'Usurper'."
"Then the one above the general is indeed the 'Emperor'."
Zheng Xiu has been studying the doorway map for a while, and without much thought, he figured it out and wanted to understand why his father's mark was on his buttocks.
Zheng Haoran, who had his back to Zheng Xiu, blushed and lifted up his pants.
Although, this was his son, his biological son, he was still a little embarrassed.
"Don't use that alien technique of yours so easily again."
Zheng Xiudang told his father seriously about the theories about "rules", "restrictions" and "media" in the system of portals.
"Under certain conditions, 'restrictions' are likely to become 'irreversible costs'. I'm worried..."
Zheng Xiu watched Zheng Haoran's soldiers fall exhausted for the second time. He hesitated for a while. Zheng Xiu didn't know whether he should tell Zheng Haoran the truth. After thinking for a while, Zheng Xiu was afraid that Zheng Haoran would feel guilty and it would bring negative consequences to his plan. Regarding other influences, he said vaguely: "I'm worried that they will delay the fight due to fatigue."
In fact, what Zheng Xiu speculated was that Zheng Haoran's innate alien skills brought "increase" to the soldiers at the cost of "consumption of their lifespan".
That seems to be the case.
Zheng Haoran simply listened and nodded seriously: "What you... said makes sense! I'll pay more attention next time."
After walking out of the military tent, Zheng Haoran looked at his fists over and over again. His "thaumaturgy" is still at the "instinct" stage, and he can't figure out why he is different from ordinary people and why he is invincible.
…
After a day of training, the soldiers of Zheng's army who had fallen down due to "exhaustion" quickly regained their energy and became full of vigor.
In the next three days, Zheng Haoran led his troops out of the canyon and killed for three days.
At Zheng Xiu's reminder, Zheng Haoran paid careful attention and divided the soldiers into several groups.
The soldiers who accompanied him on the expedition were exhausted during the day, and other soldiers kept watch at night.
really.
As Zheng Haoran expected, the Wolf King was by no means a reckless man. He was beaten for several days and seemed to be suppressed. But after the defeat during the day, that night, under the bright moonlight, the Wolf King sent out several Hundreds of infantrymen sneaked into the military camp under the cover of darkness.
This time, Feng Bei finally couldn't hold back and took action.
The next morning, looking at the corpses cut into pieces and the red-stained snow in the canyon, Zheng Haoran was alone in silence for a long time. In the end, he could only walk back to Zheng Xiu and patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder. it is more than words.
Several secret messages were conveyed by the raven one after another, and good news came back from the other fronts. The Northern Barbarians lost their backbone and were defeated. They withdrew almost all fronts and were driven out of the pass.
The emperor was sitting in the imperial city, and military orders flew to the front line like wings. He ordered all the generals on the front line to guard the border and be wary of the coming comeback of the northern barbarians, and kill every one who turned around.
In the blink of an eye.
It has been more than a month since Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei and Monk accidentally wandered into the ghost cave.
As the Wolf King was dragged here by Zheng Haoran's "hit and run tactics", the long front was won one after another, and the Northern Barbarians were driven back. With the Northern Barbarians retreating, everything seemed to be heading in the right direction.
However, as the situation got better and better, Zheng Xiu felt more and more uneasy.
In addition to the three of them formulating a plan of "faking death" with Zheng Haoran, and except for Feng Bei who couldn't help but take action that night, they had tried their best not to get involved too much. Trying to look like a bystander is just waiting for something to happen.
"Zheng Haoran is the third human pillar."
"One day, he will be trapped in a ghost and be led into constant darkness."
"The barrier between Eternal Darkness and Eternal World requires a large amount of human soul impact to open the entrance."
"This canyon has been stagnant for a long time, and thousands of resentful souls have accumulated. Why does Chang An show no signs of opening?"
Zheng Xiu couldn't understand.
The three "outsiders" gathered secretly and discussed it for a long time, but they couldn't figure it out.
Feng Bei speculated with some luck: "Could it be that dad, because of our appearance, avoided the future of certain death?"
The monk was optimistic, clasping his hands and smiling, saying: "Good luck comes naturally to you. If you are kind to others, you will definitely turn bad luck into good luck and overcome the difficulties!"
While the three were conspiring.
In the military camp.
Lao Li came to Zheng Haoran with a frown on his face.
"General Zheng, it's me."
"Come in."
"Old Zheng, you should know that our grain reserves can no longer last for a few days. I have reported the situation back. The military department said that our front line has rugged roads, harsh weather, and it is difficult to carry luggage and supplies. If this continues Go down, I’m afraid…”
"I see."
The ancient map on Zheng Haoran's desk is laid out flat, filled with annotations and strokes. At this moment, Zheng Haoran completely lost the calmness and ease he used to have in front of Zheng Xiu, and his brows were furrowed. Even when Old Li Tou said those words, Zheng Haoran didn't even raise his head, his eyes remained on the ancient map.
"Come," Zheng Haoran smiled, waved to Lao Li, and pointed to the mark on the ancient map: "What did you see?"
Hearing this, Lao Li looked at the direction of the arrows on the map. It actually recorded in detail the distribution of the strength of each Northern Barbarian army and when to withdraw from the front line.
The long battle line ended with the complete retreat of the Northern Barbarians. Lao Li saw on the ancient map that the situation was very good. After looking at it for a while, he saw that it was still good, so he nodded in wonder: "It's pretty good, we can win!"
"Have you ever wondered why the Wolf King never left this place?"
Zheng Haoran asked back.
"Weren't you being dragged along by General Zheng?"
"If it were someone else, I would believe it. But I have fist bumped with him. Haha, there is anger in his fist, a fire that refuses to admit defeat and will not be extinguished. He is definitely not the kind of person who is willing to suffer defeat." Zheng Haoran He closed his eyes, as if recalling the punch he had with the Wolf King, and sighed after a moment: "Don't forget, he is a wolf, a wolf that has been surviving in the wilderness all year round."
"I've already retreated, so what else can I do?"
Zheng Haoran shook his head with a smile, picked up the brush, put it on his tongue, licked it, dipped some ink, and extended the arrows of each army on the ancient map.
The first stroke, the second stroke, and the third stroke, Lao Li didn't see any clues.
But when Zheng Haoran drew the route meticulously, the entire ancient map was densely drawn.
Lao Li's scalp went numb instantly, his face turned pale, and he sat down in front of Zheng Haoran.
"I'm going to fuck him, all the stupid barbarians are gathering at Yalasso Mountain!!!"
Ouch——
at this time.
From the other side of the canyon, there were bursts of high-pitched howls of wolves.
