"This place is big, so it's really hard to find." Feng Ziying continued.
Luo Feng didn't answer, just stopped and looked around.
"Lao Luo, why don't you speak?" Zhang Xuli asked.
Luo Feng pondered for a moment and said: "In this wasteland, you can see everything you can see. What you can't see is the forest in front, the mountains over there, and the wasteland under the high slope over there."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Xuli looked at Luo Feng stupidly.
"This army is either below the high slope, across the woods, or about to cross the mountain range." Luo Feng explained.
"Oh," Zhang Xuli seemed to understand, "Okay, just walk over and take a look."
"I'm afraid it won't work today," Feng Ziying interrupted: "If we go to those places, we can at least wait until dawn tomorrow."
"No need." Luo Feng looked at the bulging high slope in the distance, "When it gets dark, we can just go to the high slope and observe it."
"It's dark?" Zhang Xuli looked surprised, "It's dark and it's too late to sleep. Why are you running to see that idle Gaopo?" Zhang Xuli was a little reluctant, with a long face.
"You don't have to go if you want to be wiped out by the Liujun." Luo Feng dropped a word and walked to the grass. He crossed his legs, put his hands under his head, and looked at the sky.
Zhang Xuli saw Luo Feng lying down, helplessly crying and pouting, and sat next to Luo Feng, "Forget it, since I met you, my title of being a breadwinner has become less and less effective."
"It's good to know." Luo Feng chuckled, swung his feet, closed his eyes, and waited for dark.
In Hongfeng Village, Zhang Shunxiao led his team all the way to the village office. Apart from the surprised looks of the villagers, there was no obstacle along the way.
At the entrance of the village office, several militiamen ran out. Seeing Zhang Shunxiao and more than a hundred people, they were so frightened that they retreated inside.
"Let's go." Zhang Shunxiao carried the Blue Water Plate Dragon Gun directly into the village office. "I will take over this village now. Those who are willing to stay will keep it, and those who are not willing to stay should get out of here." Every time he passed a place, Zhang Shunxiao shouted loudly. road.
Seeing Zhang Shunxiao's group of people coming in at the village office, half of them had already run away in fear, while the remaining half stayed where they were at a loss.
Zhang Shunxiao walked through an office on the second floor, and a strong smell of alcohol hit his nose.
There was no way there could be such a strong smell of alcohol in the village office. Zhang Shunxiao stopped and walked towards the office.
The office was that of a village adjutant. Sitting on the chair in front of the desk was a young man who was already eighty-nine drunk. The young man was in his mid-twenties, and his long hair hung down naturally, floating around his shoulders. , his eyebrows were full of sorrow, he was holding a wine bottle in one hand and kept pouring wine into his mouth. Wine bottles were lying on the table.
After a few pours, the wine was not poured out. Hong Fengliu lay directly on the table and passed out drunk.
"Who is this?" Zhang Shunxiao asked.
It turned out that a militiaman from Hongfeng Village said: "He is our adjutant, his name is Hong Fengliu."
"Why are you drinking in the office?" Zhang Shunxiao asked again.
The man replied: "I don't know the details, but our original village chief always didn't listen to Adjutant Hong's strategies. Before the last defeat, Adjutant Hong had a dispute with our village chief and was almost killed by the village chief."
After Zhang Shunxiao heard this, he glanced at Hong Fengliu again and said to the people around him: "Okay, I understand, you can go down."
The man retreated, and a strong man beside Zhang Shunxiao asked: "Shunxiao, what should I do with that drunkard?"
"Send a person to keep an eye on him. When he wakes up, I have something to ask him."
"good."
Zhang Shunxiao walked past the adjutant's office and arrived at the village chief's office. He casually browsed through the contents, then walked to the desk and sat on the office chair.
"I didn't expect that it would be so easy to seize Hongfeng Village this time." Zhang Shunxiao couldn't believe it. He had been wandering for such a long time and was about to become a homeless soldier.
In the office, Zhang Shunxiao drafted some documents, wrote several notices, and ordered people to post them. He settled all the people who followed him into Hongfeng Village. Those who were willing to stay and become militiamen were reorganized into the team. By the way, they listened to some reports from Hongfeng Village. situation, the sky quickly darkened.
"Village Chief," a militiaman walked in and said, "Village Chief, that Hong Fengliu has woken up."
"Okay," Zhang Shunxiao stood up, "Let's go over and have a look."
After Hong Fengliu woke up, he poured the wine bottle with his hands and found that there was no wine. Only when he saw someone beside him did he know that the village was occupied.
In desperation, Hong Fengliu packed his things and prepared to leave the village office. At this time, Zhang Shunxiao happened to come over.
Seeing Zhang Shunxiao, Hong Fengliu put down the things in his hands and said, "It was you who occupied Hongfeng Village."
"Not bad," Zhang Shunxiao walked to the chair next to him and sat down, and said, "You are very special, you dare to drink in the village office."
Seeing the young man's unruly and mature look, Hong Fengliu couldn't see through it for a moment and said, "Why don't you dare if the village chief is not here?"
"Haha," Zhang Shunxiao sneered twice, staring at Hong Fengliu with sharp eyes, slightly raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of arrogance, "Am I not considered the village chief?"
"Hahaha," Hong Fengliu deliberately laughed loudly, "You have just arrived. After I am drunk, you are not the village leader."
"What about now?" Zhang Shunxiao stared at Hong Fengliu coldly.
Hong Fengliu was a little surprised. The young man in front of him was lukewarm. He seemed to say something casually, but he forced himself step by step, "Since you have so many militiamen, you can naturally be called the village chief."
"Is it okay to have militia?" Zhang Shunxiao asked again.
Hong Fengliu looked at Zhang Shunxiao in surprise.
Zhang Shunxiao burst out laughing, "I still need people."
"Who?" Hong Fengliu asked.
"Those who are strong in battle are those who are strategic."
"It's a pity that my fighting power is not strong, otherwise I wouldn't have ended up like this." Hong Fengliu said with a sigh.
"But I heard that your strategy is good." Zhang Shunxiao said lightly.
Hong Fengliu sneered twice, with a hint of sadness, "You only need to compare the level of combat power to know, but I'm afraid you can't tell the level of strategy."
"You can't tell, but the results will prove it," Zhang Shunxiao stood up, walked to Hong Fengliu, and continued: "I have heard that most of your strategies were not adopted by your previous village chiefs, and they fought again and again in the end. Failed, so I need people like you to stay and advise me.”
Seeing that although Zhang Shunxiao was only a young man, he was still full of aloofness and rebellious. He didn't expect that he would analyze it like this and pay so much attention to an adjutant with almost no combat power. Hong Fengliu was moved in his heart. Frustrated and cold, now my blood is boiling.
"Okay, I'm willing to join. As long as you don't give up, village chief, I will never betray you."
"Haha, okay," Zhang Shunxiao pulled Hong Fengliu up and said, "With you, everything I do next will go smoothly. Come, go, come to my office, and we will talk all night long."
