Chapter 1 Windswept Sky, Heaps of Heads

It is said that the Shangjing of Qian Kingdom is prosperous. During the Lantern Festival, stalls selling lanterns often erect seven or eight layers of shelves, filled with all kinds of beautiful lanterns. Often, there is not enough space, so they have to enclose a small area in front of the shelves to pile up more lanterns.

No matter how beautiful the lanterns are, they will eventually be extinguished. Heads are like lanterns.

Although it is winter,

The flies are not so diligent, and the maggots are not so conscientious,

But these bloody heads first went through a half-night journey, and then were packed into airtight boxes and shaken all the way. After opening, the smell...啧啧...

However, those present were all roughnecks in the army. Even Xu Wenzu was a master who had seen big battles. Zheng Fan had also seen his fierce and ruthless side, so he was shocked but not panicked.

The generals behind Xu Wenzu were a little less composed, but none of them were so unbearable as to show fear or panic.

The warlords of the Great Yan, although a mixed bunch, were still of good quality.

Deng Ziliang's gaze first fell on these heads, and then on Zheng Fan, with scrutiny in his eyes.

However, Zheng, the garrison commander, never liked this kind of "arch-enemy" tune.

He and Xiao Liuzi hit it off because Zheng Fan knew that this idle prince was no ordinary person at heart.

Real figures don't care about face, only the substance.

This Commander Deng in front of him,

Tch,

Looking at his red armor,

If you didn't know better,

You'd think he was planning to go back to his hometown for a blind date before the New Year.

Eye contact confirmed, you are not one of my people.

The gatekeeper beside Zheng Fan was a little unbearable, scared to the point of sitting on the ground, cursing his mother. Earlier, he had said that this was a New Year's gift from Lord Zheng to his master!

Zheng Fan maintained a subtle and elegant posture standing there, a posture he learned from A'Ming.

In terms of style, few people in this world can compare with vampires; they are natural aristocrats.

Finally, a few generals couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to step forward to inspect the heads.

They knew in their hearts that displaying the heads in such a grand manner, if it were still fake, would be too insulting.

But they were still curious and wanted to take a closer look.

Ordinary people would instinctively fear seeing heads, but for these old military men, these heads were no different from ingots of gold.

Putting aside the slightly strong smell, they were still so lovable.

"Huh, this head?"

A general frowned slightly.

The generals who hadn't come over to see were immediately interested when they heard this doubt and immediately gathered around. Even Deng Ziliang took a few steps closer.

Could it really be… fake?

Heads have always been the biggest bargaining chip and proof of military merit, and therefore, many cases of faking heads have emerged, and it can even be said to be a tradition.

Killing good people to claim credit is a basic skill, and some even deliberately "beautify" the heads.

However, those present were all high-ranking officers, old military birds, and if the heads were fake, they would definitely not escape their eyes.

Xu Wenzu also came over to take a look immediately. He didn't think Zheng Fan would be stupid enough to fake heads in such a high-profile manner, but after hearing the previous general's surprise, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"This is a Wolf-Earth soldier, a soldier of the Qian Kingdom's southwestern chieftain." A knowledgeable general said.

At this juncture, they would not bother to do things like calling a deer a horse or deliberately framing someone.

It was true that they were supporting Deng Ziliang, but there was no need to deliberately smear and suppress Zheng Fan. Not to mention that Xu Wenzu was standing here right now, just the fact that Jingnan Marquis was faintly standing behind Zheng Fan was not something they could afford to smear.

"That's right, it's the hairstyle of the Wolf-Earth soldiers, and these earrings too. There was a military report before that the Qian Kingdom's Western Army had gone north, and five thousand Wolf-Earth soldiers were transferred along with them."

No one would question whether the heads of the Wolf-Earth soldiers were inferior to the heads of the Qian Kingdom's border troops, because everyone had heard about the Southwest Tusi Rebellion that broke out in the Qian Kingdom a few years ago. The fearless Wolf-Earth soldiers had made the Qian Kingdom people suffer a lot.

Most importantly, with the three elite garrisons of the Qian Kingdom continuing to huddle up, weren't the heads that Deng Ziliang had chopped off just the guards in the fortresses?

Everyone knew exactly what the combat power of those guards was. Who had the face to say that their quality was higher than that of these Wolf-Earth soldiers?

At the same time,

So many heads...

Xu Wenzu coughed and specifically asked Zheng Fan:

"Have you made a count, how many heads?"

"Two thousand six hundred and fifty-four heads. I also captured a female chieftain alive, but that female chieftain is not dead, but her brain was injured. She is still unconscious. I will have the Secret Intelligence Division pick her up from Emerald Willow Fort later."

After hearing this number, the eyelids of the generals twitched subconsciously.

Deng Ziliang pursed his lips.

Xu Wenzu smiled happily,

Damn it,

Didn't you say that military merit should be the only criterion, otherwise people would not be convinced?

How about it, let's talk about military merit!

Xu, the fatty, reached out and punched Zheng Fan in the chest, saying:

"You kid, you really have it."

Immediately afterward,

Xu Wenzu immediately turned around to face everyone,

And said:

"Everyone's words were very true earlier. My Great Yan military has always valued military merit. The heads of the Qian Kingdom's Wolf-Earth soldiers are here. So many heads, without a doubt, this is the greatest military achievement of my Great Yan border army since the start of the war!

First, there was the capture of Mianzhou City, and then there was the beheading of nearly three thousand!

Does anyone disagree?"

These words were actually a bit arrogant and made it difficult for people to step down.

But Xu Wenzu didn't care. Damn it, they were all a bunch of old military men. You can't understand playing mind games or being subtle with them anyway, so it's better to do something simple and straightforward.

Every time there is commendation or requests for battle in the military, isn't the tent always filled with earth-shattering arguments?

If you want to eat meat, speak with military merit!

Heads cannot be faked. The hairstyle and accessory habits of the Wolf-Earth soldiers are very unique. Hair can be shaved, and ear piercings can be made, but it is difficult to make the traces of newness and oldness. Moreover, it is impossible to make so many heads at all.

This merit cannot be questioned.

Therefore, the pit they had dug for Xu Wenzu was equivalent to jumping into it themselves.

Zheng Fan stood behind Xu Wenzu and wanted to ask, what exactly are you fighting for?

Zheng Fan didn't understand before, but he simply realized that they were "dividing spoils." No matter what is being divided, my Emerald Willow Fort must participate.

Xu Wenzu seemed to sense what Zheng Fan was thinking and continued:

"These fifteen hundred barbarian soldiers, give them to Garrison Commander Zheng. Any objections?"

Damn it, fifteen hundred barbarian soldiers!

Zheng Fan's breathing became heavier at this moment!

What did he rely on to get started? It was five hundred barbarian soldiers. This time, the losses were actually not small in order to cut off these heads, but if these fifteen hundred barbarian soldiers were added, the military strength of Emerald Willow Fort would double in an instant!

Moreover, the barbarian soldiers are actually very easy to tame. Blind man has experience in brainwashing the barbarian soldiers!

On the way to Nanwang City, Zheng Fan had imagined many possibilities, but he really hadn't thought that he would get such a big prize this time!

I want it, I want it, what is mine is mine!

Zheng Fan took a deep breath and felt a little moved by Xu Wenzu's persistence for him.

Alas, Xu, the fatty, is really a good person. The thought of wanting to have Sha Tuoqueshi smash him into meat paste back then made Zheng Fan feel a little guilty.

The generals didn't speak anymore. They really had nothing to say. They had to accept the standards they had set themselves.

Just as they and Deng Ziliang had said earlier, in the Great Yan army, military merit is the only measure.

Deng Ziliang smiled, the cold and indifferent expression on his face disappeared. He took the initiative to walk towards Zheng Fan and said:

"Brother Zheng."

One should not strike a smiling face, especially since this person was a commander, one rank higher than himself. Zheng Fan cupped his hands and said:

"Lord Deng."

"Brother Zheng's actions have made Deng admire him very much. Being able to fight alongside Brother Zheng in the future and go south to conquer the Qian is really a great pleasure in life."

"Lord Deng is too kind."

Deng Ziliang continued:

"Brother Zheng, I have a request, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Since Lord Deng said it is an impertinent request, then let's not say it."

"............" Deng Ziliang.

The surrounding generals, including Xu Wenzu, swayed slightly after hearing Zheng Fan's answer. They were really too unaccustomed to this kind of answer.

Deng Ziliang was also stunned for a moment, but he still said:

"Can Brother Zheng cede five hundred barbarian soldiers to me? My Apricot Blossom Stronghold, my Deng family, my Deng Ziliang, owes Brother Zheng a favor!"

As expected!

Zheng Fan immediately shook his head,

And said:

"Lord Deng, you don't know, my troops suffered a lot this time and need to be replenished urgently. I hope Lord Deng will understand."

"Brother Zheng, that's not very kind. You are a garrison commander, a stronghold, how many soldiers can you accommodate?"

Deng Ziliang's tone began to be a little uneven.

He rarely asked for people like this, but today, after asking for people like this, he was actually humiliated.

When has the face of the Sanshi Deng family been so worthless?

"My stronghold is very big. Not to mention accepting another fifteen hundred, even if I accept three thousand, I can live in it. Lord Xu knows this."

Xu Wenzu nodded and said: "Emerald Willow Fort is a rebuilt stronghold. Among the border strongholds in Yinyang County, its scale is the first."

Emerald Willow Fort was designed by Blind Man and Xiao Liuzi was responsible for paying for its construction, so the scale is naturally large.

Deng Ziliang pursed his lips and said again:

"Brother Zheng, can you give my Deng family some face?"

"Lord Deng, please don't embarrass this humble official anymore."

Deng Ziliang snorted,

And said:

"Could it be that my Sanshi Deng family is so unworthy in your eyes, Garrison Commander Zheng?"

At this time, a few generals close to the Deng family shamelessly chimed in:

"Garrison Commander Zheng, sometimes, don't be too greedy."

"That's right, you two are both future talents of my Great Yan, future comrades, don't make things too stiff."

Zheng Fan now had the feeling of having his beloved model forcibly taken away by a bear child from a relative's family during the New Year.

He had obviously refused you, but you still wanted to cry and make trouble, and put forward all kinds of reasons, and there was a bunch of stupid relatives next to him persuading you to be generous: he's still a child, what's wrong with playing with it.

Zheng Fan wondered, even if you, Deng Ziliang, are a child, you weren't born by me, what are you arguing with me about?

Zheng Fan's anger was also aroused. He probably guessed what had happened in the signing room before.

Xu Wenzu wanted to swallow these fifteen hundred barbarian soldiers and keep them for himself, but this talented Deng family wanted to get involved and take them away directly.

Thinking that Xu, the fatty, had already broken face with them for his sake, Zheng Fan felt that he should be tougher.

Especially, this talented Deng family had not left him with a good impression from the beginning, and now he dared to stir up food in my food bowl?

Dream on!

Zheng Fan reached out, took out a silver token from his pocket, and handed it to Deng Ziliang.

Deng Ziliang frowned slightly, not quite sure what Zheng Fan's plan was, but he still took the token, looked at it in his hand for a moment,

And said:

"The workmanship is exquisite."

"This is the Heart Lake Pavilion pass."

Hearing this, Deng Ziliang's eyes narrowed, and the expressions of many generals around him also changed slightly.

Obviously, everyone had heard of what kind of place the Heart Lake Pavilion in Yanjing was.

Just like very few people in later generations have been to Qincheng Prison, but as long as you mention this place, you will have a deep sense of taboo.

And in Great Yan, the Heart Lake Pavilion is a place specially for imprisoning members of the royal family.

Princes who compete for the throne, rebellious princes, based on the principle that it is inconvenient to kill those who are all Ji surname, are placed there to "die of old age." This is the benevolence of the royal family.

Seeing that this token had a good effect, Zheng Fan was not polite and continued:

"This is a token given to me by His Majesty, allowing me to visit the Third Prince at the Heart Lake Pavilion when I have free time."

Since his rebirth, Garrison Commander Zheng's best skill is pulling the tiger's skin.

However, this time, he wasn't really bluffing, after all, the Yan Emperor had indeed said this sentence.

Deng Ziliang looked at Zheng Fan meaningfully, with a smile on his lips.

The expressions of the surrounding generals were a little deep. They had heard some rumors more or less before, but they hadn't really confirmed them, after all, Yanjing was quite far from here.

But at this time, Zheng Fan admitted it in front of them.

This couldn't help but make everyone look at Zheng Fan with new eyes. Although, abolishing a prince, even if he is not pursued at the time, but in the future... who knows?

But since he dared to abolish a prince and still be fine until now, and can continue to lead troops to fight, hiss...

Zheng Fan didn't want to pretend, because this matter was not glorious for the royal family. If you insist on spreading it around and publicizing it, wouldn't it be deliberately teasing the emperor in front of the emperor and asking him not to be patient and quickly attack him?

But society forces you to pretend.

Zheng Fan even thought that Jingnan Marquis had to let himself abolish the Third Prince in the first place, was it to lay the foundation for himself, anyway, you have already done this kind of outrageous thing waiting to be listed, what else would you dare not do?

"Brother Zheng, Deng has really opened his eyes today, okay, Deng doesn't want these barbarian soldiers today. In the future, the mountains don't turn and the waters turn, we will have a day to meet again."

"Lord Deng is threatening me, a little man?"

"............" Deng Ziliang.

Some things are so strange. I am indeed threatening you, but I am saying it to you in a very peaceful tone. Even if you know I am threatening you, what does it mean to just say it so directly?

Zheng Fan had been irritated by this dog skin plaster, sneered, and said directly:

"Lord Deng thinks very highly of himself and has a good background, this humble official can't compare, but why did my Great Yan Your Majesty step on the gentry?

It is for my Great Yan to never be subject to family views again, it is for my Great Yan everyone can bravely compete!

Lord Deng, your military merit is not as good as mine, so you are here to imply that my Deng family is not easy to mess with?

This humble official is really curious, how does the Beifeng Liu family compare to the Deng family? How does the Yanjiao Tian family compare to the Deng family?

In the old days, swallows before Tian and Liu's hall flew into the homes of ordinary people.

You yourself have been saying that merit is the only criterion, but when it comes to merit, you start to talk about family background,

Hehe,

What is the difference between this and a poor and pretentious scholar from the Qian Kingdom?"

"You!!!"

Deng Ziliang really wanted to draw his sword at this moment.

Zheng Fan looked at him very calmly.

From the moment he took out the Heart Lake Pavilion token, there was no need to save face anymore. Damn it, he was already stabbing the emperor, couldn't he despise you?

In the end, Garrison Commander Zheng was still a master who refused to suffer grievances. Plus, with Xu Wenzu by his side, and Jingnan Marquis above him, how cheap would you have to be to suffer grievances here when you already have someone above you?

Can you live up to the leg of mutton from the Zhenbei Marquis?

Can you live up to the lovely Ding Ding of the Third Prince?

Deng Ziliang took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily, turned around and left directly.

"In the old days, swallows before Tian and Liu's hall flew into the homes of ordinary people."

Xu Wenzu chewed on this sentence and asked with some emotion:

"What about the first two sentences?"

Zheng Fan smiled bitterly: "I was moved by my feelings, there are only these two sentences."

Xu Wenzu shook his head with some dissatisfaction. He was not an orthodox civil servant, but a scholar, and he was really dissatisfied with Zheng Fan's behavior of not giving the full poem.

In fact, it was not that Zheng Fan didn't want to copy out the first two sentences, it was just that Zheng Fan didn't know if places like Wuyi Lane and Zhuque Bridge existed in this world.

And looking at this kind of place name, it is estimated that the Qian Kingdom probably has it, but wouldn't this be irrelevant?

Xu Wenzu looked at the surrounding generals with a smile,

And said:

"Everyone, do you have anything else to teach me?"

The generals naturally would not stay any longer. This time, it was destined that this fat man from the north would eat alone again. After saying hello, they left one by one.

Xu Wenzu didn't say anything about keeping them for a simple meal or something.

However, after everyone had left, Xu Wenzu instructed the doorman to ask someone to repackage these heads.

These heads still had to go through several procedures again. Zheng Fan also brought the list of rewards. It was with A'Ming. He had to go to a few yamen later.

The families of the criminal soldiers of Emerald Willow Fort had to be released from slavery, and the barbarian soldiers had to obtain Great Yan household registration. These were all matters related to the stability of the army, so naturally, no mistakes could be allowed.

Fortunately, although A'Ming was usually a bit lazy, he was also extremely careful in doing things. People who are not careful cannot brew good wine, so Zheng Fan was very relieved to have A'Ming be responsible for running these errands.

As for Xiao Yibo, he took the people back first. He had to go back to report the news to the stronghold.

And Zheng Fan was left behind by Xu Wenzu... for afternoon tea.

In Xu Wenzu's words, it was that they, the two brothers, hadn't had a proper meal together for a long time.

In fact, in Zheng Fan's memory, it seemed that the two of them had never really sat down and eaten together.

Xu's afternoon tea was very rich, with a full six hard dishes. The only green thing was a plate of fried spinach.

In the room, after dismissing the others, Xu Wenzu ate half a roasted chicken before wiping his mouth, pointed at Zheng Fan, and said:

"You did a great job this time!"

Xu Wenzu was very happy today.

This kind of happiness was no less than being trapped in a desperate situation on the battlefield and suddenly a general led reinforcements to kill the enemy until they were running like dogs!

Zheng Fan just smiled.

"Don't take away those fifteen hundred barbarian soldiers for the time being."

Zheng Fan's chopsticks stopped and asked:

"Why?"

Boss Zheng had just lost his capital and was staring at this doubled temptation to make a profit.

"Hehe, are your Emerald Willow Fort's armor, weapons, and warhorses still sufficient?"

Zheng Fan calculated that there were still a lot of stocks in the stronghold warehouse, but it was not enough to arm fifteen hundred people at once.

The barbarians are poor,

It would be good if fifteen hundred barbarian soldiers had one horse each when they went south. As for armor, weapons, and the like, to be honest, it is estimated that many of them just carry bows and arrows, but the arrowheads are mostly made from animal bones.

"Let me keep them here for two days, I will open the warehouse and equip you with fifteen hundred fully armored double-horse cavalry."

Zheng Fan's eyelids twitched. He didn't rush to be happy, but asked:

"Is everything okay?"

Anyone with toes could think that how could Xu, the fatty, suddenly conjure up the equipment for this fifteen hundred cavalry.

You know, Zheng Fan had previously armed fifteen hundred cavalry, which had already made Xiao Liuzi bleed a lot.

The only possibility was... Xu Wenzu was going to embezzle.

Nanwang City was once the center of Yan Kingdom's Little Jiangnan, and its commerce was extremely developed. Now that there is a war, it has become a large material warehouse.

The key to this warehouse is in Xu Wenzu's hands.

But most of this large warehouse is actually stored in fixed quotas, in order to be used when the Jingnan Army and the Zhenbei Army actually set off south.

Xu Wenzu was going to cut a knife from the family property of the Zhenbei Army and Jingnan Army for Zheng Fan!

If something goes wrong in the future, Li Liangting or Tian Wujing, how could they be easy to get along with?

Just a word from any marquis could take your head, Xu Wenzu.

Xu Wenzu shook his head and said: "If they are placed there, they are dead things. It is better to let you use them first, hehe."

Zheng Fan sighed and said, "Don't force yourself."

Xiao Liuzi is busy with equipment, busy with warhorses, and transporting supplies. The pressure is a little more, at most he will just vomit;

This move of Xu Wenzu's could cost him his life, and Zheng Fan really couldn't bear it.

Putting himself in his shoes, Xu Wenzu had been really good to him since they met. Zheng Fan really didn't want Xu Wenzu to take risks.

"Don't be hypocritical. You just said that Deng Ziliang was a poor scholar, why is it your turn now? You kid, win a few more battles and make a few more contributions. Even if it is discovered in the future, I, Xu Wenzu, didn't take it to embezzle, so I can still say something."

"Okay."

Zheng Fan was no longer pretentious.

Since Xu Wenzu dared to do this, then he must have a certain degree of certainty.

Even, Zheng Fan had a feeling that Xu Wenzu might have guessed some of the future direction of the war.

Zheng Fan had never underestimated Xu Wenzu. This guy, can be a bureaucrat and can also be a capable official, he is definitely not a simple character.

"That's right, I'm counting on you to give me face, hehe, come, cheers to this cup."

Zheng Fan raised his glass and clinked it with Xu Wenzu.

After a glass of wine, Zheng Fan probed:

"This time was also lucky. During the battle, we happened to arrive a little before the Qian Kingdom's Western Army arrived, otherwise we might not have been able to come back."

The surprise attack itself is a risk, so there is naturally danger, but the benefits are also extremely great.

"Hehe, a centipede dies but never falls down. Even if the Qian Kingdom is not good, it is still a big country, and it can always produce some characters."

"It's just that this battle may not be so easy to fight."

If the Qian Kingdom people are determined to be shrinking turtles, this battle will be difficult.

"Let those two marquis worry about these things, I don't worry at all."

"Why?"

"The two marquis who are best at fighting will personally lead the troops. I have seen the military management level of Jingnan Marquis, and it is not worse than our Zhenbei Army, but I don't know how good he is at fighting.

However, our marquis, hehe, the Qian Kingdom people, will definitely not be his opponent!"

Very confident and very powerful.

What else could Zheng Fan say?

This Xu Wenzu is the Zhenbei Marquis's standard fanboy.

"Drink."

"Drink!"

They drank this wine directly into the night. Xu Wenzu rarely became interested and insisted on holding onto Zheng Fan and not letting go.

After all, he owed him such a big favor this time, Zheng Fan could only accompany Xu, the fatty, to drink and chat.

From the wind and sand of the desert to the figures of Yinlang,

From the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girls to the mulberry tree in front of the widow's door.

In the end, after finally getting Xu Wenzu drunk, Zheng Fan got up, called the waiter, and served the drunk Xu Wenzu to rest, and then walked out himself.

At the door, A'Ming had been waiting for a long time.

The water bag in his hand was a lot瘪.

"Let's go back."

Zheng Fan yawned, still a little tipsy.

After getting on his horse, Zheng Fan reached out and moved the magic pill on his chest.

Since the last time the magic pill blocked an arrow for him at Mianzhou City, Zheng Fan would definitely put the magic pill on his chest when he was not wearing armor. If nothing else, blocking an arrow was no problem.

"Master is drunk." A'Ming said.

"There are no traffic police checking for drunk driving in this world."

A'Ming smiled and said: "In two days, the relevant yamen in Nanwang City will send people to Emerald Willow Fort to distribute the head statistics and merit statistics."

Even with Xu Wenzu giving the green light, there were still a lot of things inside. It was unrealistic to get it done in one day, after all, it was related to the military merit of so many people.

Zheng Fan estimated that he could also be promoted to a higher official. It was probably impossible to escape being a commander, but with those fifteen hundred barbarian soldiers in front, it didn't matter whether he was promoted or not.

The Great Yan army valued strength and ability, not fame.

"Okay."

Zheng Fan responded, and rode his horse slowly out of Nanwang City with A'Ming. After leaving the city, he began to gallop wildly.

Under the night, when tipsy, people can always get high.

When the two of them galloped past a small bridge, Zheng Fan tightened the reins and slowed down.

Behind the small bridge was a crossroads. To the west, you could get to Emerald Willow Fort.

Zheng Fan pointed to the south and said to A'Ming:

"Do you know where this is to the south?"

A'Ming replied: "Apricot Blossom Stronghold."

"Oh, you know?"

A'Ming smiled and said: "Apricot Blossom Stronghold often buys wine. The owner of the stronghold should be a capable person."

Being able to treat everyone in the stronghold to wine at every turn is definitely not an ordinary person. He usually doesn't drink wine at will, he must have made military contributions again.

"Hehe, he's a figure from the Sanshi Deng family. Damn it, if I hadn't caught up this time, those fifteen hundred barbarian soldiers might have fallen into his hands."

"That is indeed hateful."

The likes and dislikes of the demon kings will naturally shift with the likes and dislikes of the master.

Apricot Blossom Stronghold is of course not the kind of bandit stronghold in the usual sense, but a military stronghold.

Similar to Zheng Fan's stronghold garrison, this was still appointed based on the original stronghold system. Although when Zheng Fan came here, Emerald Willow Fort only had the broken walls and ruins that could barely raise chickens left, but at least there was a foundation for you.

Later, the imperial court sent many more generals from other places. These generals also had their own troops under them, but they didn't even have broken walls and ruins.

Not everyone is like Zheng Fan, who has a Xiao Liuzi desperately healing behind him,

Moreover, building a stronghold is also very time-consuming and laborious, so they replaced it with military strongholds one by one.

Nowadays, there are countless military strongholds on the border of Yinlang County.

However, the naming is also interesting. Not to mention Zheng Fan's Emerald Willow Fort, and then look at Deng Ziliang's Apricot Blossom Stronghold, compared to those fortresses and beacons on the border of the Qian Kingdom, they are either called "Breaking the Captives" or "Destroying the Barbarians";

The names of the strongholds on the Yan people's side are clearly more elegant and beautiful, while those on the Qian Kingdom's side are more rude and stiff.

This is really because the mentality of the two sides is different. Moreover, with the first Zhenbei Marquis composing poems on the battlefield a hundred years ago, the Yan Kingdom soldiers also deliberately hoped that they would have more composure and elegance on their bodies.

"Forget it, let's go back. There are still many things to do in the next few days."

Zheng Fan shook his head to make his drunken head clearer.

He had offended Deng Ziliang very badly today, but Zheng Fan was not afraid. They are all people with soldiers and generals. Could Deng Ziliang dare to fight him?

Even if he plays tricks in the dark, haha, there are not too many talents in my Emerald Willow Fort who play tricks!

Suddenly, A'Ming's face changed and he whispered: "Someone!"

"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"

The next moment,

A burst of hoofbeats came. This was rushing out of the grove on one side of the bridge.

These cavalrymen were all covered in blood, but they were full of murderous intent.

Zheng Fan's first reaction was,

Damn it, are you playing so absolutely, Deng Ziliang? Did you lead troops to intercept me tonight?

But soon, Zheng Fan found something was wrong. This was not the costume of the Yan Kingdom army.

The Yan army generally prefers black, but the color of this cavalry was a bit too rich. Could it be that Deng Ziliang wanted to disguise this interception as an ambush by the Qian Kingdom people?

However, when a young silver-armored general rode out and opened his mouth,

Zheng Fan confirmed that,

This was not a soldier from Apricot Blossom Stronghold,

This mouth was so clear with the northwestern flavor, if this was still acting, then Zheng Fan really had to give Deng Ziliang a thumbs up and praise him for being dedicated and awesome!

"This general asks you, where is Emerald Willow Fort, answer honestly, this general will spare your lives!"

Zheng Fan felt that it was really right that he didn't wear armor today. He actually didn't like wearing armor, it was hard and cold. Wearing armor in the cold winter was really torture.

Therefore, he avoided the poisoning of the silver-armored couple during the day. This late at night, plus his drunken appearance, being seen as a drunken vagrant was also lucky.

However, the identity of this group of cavalrymen was also revealed. They were from the Qian Kingdom!

Damn it, the Qian Kingdom people actually dared to go north,

And they came to find his Emerald Willow Fort!

Looking at the bloody appearance of their armor, they should have flattened a stronghold before.

"It's to the south."

Zheng Fan immediately answered with a flattering look.

A'Ming also immediately said: "To the south."

The silver-armored general nodded and waved his hand: "Thank you."

After saying that, the silver-armored general turned his horse's head and galloped south. The cavalry under his command were orderly and followed their lord to the south.

Huh, are they so trustworthy?

Zheng Fan was still a little surprised.

But soon, Zheng Fan knew that he was naive.

This naivety was like when he said he wanted to release the captives under Mianzhou City two nights ago.

At the back of the team, two knights drew their bows and shot an arrow into Zheng Fan. Zheng Fan's body trembled and he fell off his horse.

Another knight shot an arrow into A'Ming's chest,

A'Ming hugged the arrow in his chest and stared at the front in disbelief,

And said:

"You actually... broke your promise..."

With a "plop,"

A'Ming also fell off his horse.

These Qian Kingdom knights looked at each other and smiled, and galloped after the team to the south.

After a while,

Zheng Fan, who was lying on the ground, sat up and pulled out the arrow in his chest.

This arrow had shot the stone of the magic pill again.

"Son... zi, thank you."

It is still useful to have a son, who doesn't like a son who can block arrows for his father at critical moments.

A'Ming also sat up and pulled out the arrow from his body.

Zheng Fan looked at A'Ming and said:

"Your acting just now."

A'Ming looked at Zheng Fan and said:

"How was it?"

"Showy."