"Cheng Peng? Cheng Peng, the best in the world among strangers?" Hearing that Cheng Peng announced his family name, and others arrived, Gao Yan, who was well-informed, was startled at first, and looked at Cheng Peng up and down, as if he was
What kind of monster is it like, "Are you the Cheng Peng who took the general's head among thousands of troops? Are you the Cheng Pojun who broke through the enemy's formation alone? Tsk tsk, you don't have three heads and six arms... I still treat you like this.
The copper bell has teeth like sharp knives, the hand is like a cattail leaf fan, and the body is like a door panel..."
"That's the mountain giant you're talking about!" Cang Shanxue said with a smile, "But Cheng Peng is much harder to find than the mountain giant, and it's also much more powerful. I finally got him to take action - I believe that if he takes action, the five-way army
At least we can retreat all the way inside."
When these words were said, the expressions of everyone present suddenly changed. Zhuo Kuangsheng and others naturally had disbelief on their faces, but Gao Yan, who knew Cangshan Xue and knew that this friend never believed what he said, and Yan Fei, who was sitting at the top of the table, only looked happy.
Before Zhuo Kuangsheng and Tu Fengsan spoke, Yan Fei had already laughed loudly, and then held his hands in the distance: "Then I wish Brother Cheng success! If you need help, you can always seek help at any deserted gathering point. For the sake of the entire
In Bianhuangji, every Huangman will do his best!"
Cheng Peng also smiled, cupped his fists, turned and left without saying anything else.
He didn't need to say anything because the system prompt had already come.
[You received a mission from Yan Fei: Try to drive back the troops attacking Bianhuangji. The reward for the mission will depend on the completion of the mission. ]
[Note: This reward can only be claimed after the second Battle of Bianhuangji, and will change due to the outcome of the war.]
Now that the system prompts have arrived, the matter is naturally settled. These borderland people are arrogant and xenophobic, as if they are villains, and they will never become great without being beaten. But Cheng Peng is neither their father nor their father.
It is none of their business whether their master is raised or taught strictly, so why should he stay any longer?
Come by the wind, go with the wind, be free and easy, this is the right thing to do!
When Cheng Peng turned around, his steps were not very fast, but every step he took was several feet away, and even one step was farther than the other. However, the effort of a few steps disappeared without a trace, making everyone present who was watching the goods couldn't help but feel...
Secretly shocked.
"Xiao Gao, who is this Cheng Peng?" Tu Fengsan couldn't help but ask, "What is his ability? Is his character reliable?"
Gao Yan laughed heartily, as if he had suddenly made a fortune: "Cheng Peng, that's a long story..."
That night, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the camp of Murong Xianbei's army, a hundred miles away on the west bank of Yingshui River.
This wind came without any warning, but its force was astonishingly strong. It blew up sand all over the ground and turned into smoke and dust in the sky, forcing people to unable to even open their eyes. For a time, everyone in the army was in an uproar, and many people were secretly frightened.
, the confidence in this battle of Bianhuangji has decreased a bit.
It's no wonder that although these troops have gone through battles and can be regarded as veterans, they are not the core elite of Murong Xianbei. Their quality is not high enough. And the leader of the troops is not Murong Chui, a famous general who has won many battles, but
Young Murong Ling. Even though this Young Master Murong is talented and is known as a young talent comparable to the former King of Yan Huan, Murong Ke, but after all, he has no convincing achievements - the soldiers do not believe those scribes.
Touting, they only believe in results.
The soldiers are neither brave nor the generals famous. How can an army like this have the heroic spirit of an army that has fought hundreds of battles, fearing neither heaven nor earth nor life and death?
Murong Ling naturally knew that the soldiers did not trust him, but he had no good solution, because "trust" must be supported by achievements. For example, the Yue family army in the Southern Song Dynasty in later generations could trust Yue Fei and achieve great success in shaking mountains.
It is easy to shake the reputation of the Yue family's army, but the soldiers and horses of the four towns in the Southern Ming Dynasty could not trust their commander, so they were defeated by the Qing army, or even surrendered without being beaten... The general is the courage of the soldiers, this courage
But it has to be practiced through actual performance!
Since Murong Ling knew this, he was naturally more attentive. Although he knew that this battle had great advantages and that he could not lose no matter how hard he fought, he still looked at the map every day and thought about whether he had made any omissions.
This is the first battle for him to lead troops alone. What he wants is not only to win, but also to win beautifully, to win cleanly and to convince all those who doubt his ability!
Of course he was still awake at this moment, and was looking at the map and thinking. When he heard the wind blowing in the camp, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Many ancient people had superstitions. If there was a strong wind in the camp, it was an ominous sign.
(Is this gust of wind really an ominous sign?)
Before Murong Ling could figure out the problem, he suddenly felt someone behind him and turned around hurriedly, only to see a familiar face.
"It's senior?!" He was surprised at first, but remembering this senior's elusive ability, he calmed down and asked humbly, "I didn't know that senior is here. What do you want to tell me about?"
"Retreat the troops." Cheng Peng said bluntly.
Murong Ling's face suddenly turned bitter and he didn't know what to say.
People in the Demon Sect have always been cruel and ruthless. This senior is willing to give him a polite instruction, which is rare and reasonable. If he dares to disobey, I believe that this seemingly young senior of the Demon Sect will not care about killing an ungrateful person.
boy.
But...he finally had such a chance to stand out, and then just retreated back...how could he be willing to do so!
"I know you are not willing to give in." Cheng Peng was not angry because of Murong Ling's hesitation, but there was a hint of approval in his voice, "It's really good to have the courage to stick to your own position in front of me and not just be submissive.
"
"But you have to know that your strength is still very weak. At this moment, you are just a seedling attached to the big tree of your father Murong Daoming. There is no need to force yourself."
Murong Ling heard what Cheng Peng said and knew that the matter was irreversible after all. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh and looked extremely lonely.
"That's all, if Murong Daoming finds out, I'm afraid he'll laugh at me for bullying a junior based on my ability. I'm not a good man." Cheng Peng changed his tone and smiled a little more, "Well, I'll point it out to you.
What’s your path to success?”
Murong Ling was overjoyed, bowed to the ground, and asked respectfully: "Senior, please teach me!"
"If you, Murong Xianbei, want to revitalize Dayan, your first task is to become independent from the Qin people. In the battle of Feishui, both Fu Jian and Fulong died, and the Qin State has become a mess. Now what you want is to win over all parties."
In terms of power, you must first achieve the status of princes and then seek the throne, right?"
Murong Ling usually discussed world affairs with his father, and knew his father's plan. Seeing that what Cheng Peng said coincided with his father's plan, he nodded immediately.
"It's just that your father wants to conquer the north. There are several obstacles." Cheng Peng raised his right hand and raised four fingers. "The first is the State of Qin. The centipede is dead but not stiff. Although the army is defeated,
Although Fu Jian is dead, there are still many forces left behind, especially since Fu Jian has always been generous and has won the hearts of the people. We cannot rush this matter, we can only take care of it slowly."
Murong Ling nodded in agreement.
"Second, there are the various soldiers and horses under Qin's command, such as the Qiang people, the Huns... these are ambitious characters. If you don't deal with them, your father will not be able to sit on the dragon throne.
"
Murong Ling nodded again.
"Third, it's within your Xianbei. There are various forces within Xianbei. The Murong family alone is divided into several factions. The remnants of Qian Yan are one faction, and your father is another. Plus the Tuoba family... don't divide the various factions.
If the system is put together, your father's position will not be secure."
Murong Ling nodded repeatedly.
"Fourth is food, grass, soldiers and horses. To fight a war, you need money and food, and you need people with horses, weapons and armor. These are money in the final analysis. The Border and Wilderness Collection strangles the north and the south. It is the world's main transportation artery and the largest commercial road in the world.
You can get a huge amount of wealth by conquering this place - your father must have sent you here for this, right?"
"Exactly so!"
"But...don't you understand the principle of 'residing with foreign forces must first pacify the domestic situation'?" Cheng Peng sneered and said, "At this moment when Tuoba Xianbei is rising, why don't you take advantage of the fact that they are still weak and take advantage of their momentum?
If we keep fighting, wouldn't it be a big trouble when they become stronger?"
Murong Ling was startled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It wasn't until this moment that he really started to pay attention to the opinions of Cheng Peng, the "senior of the Demon Sect".
