Two days later, the horse explorer returned again, and the Beizhen army was marching towards the Xingjia Village Ferry.
Yan Bing smiled slightly.
This is not what I expected. After all, it was the second day of the winter moon. The wider river surface may not be frozen tightly. In the narrower river surface, the ferry outside Xingjia Village is either under our noses or continues to the north by Zhaojia Village ferry nearly a hundred miles north.
If Nurha wants to save military rations but doesn’t want to alert the enemy, this place is the most suitable place.
But correspondingly, Nurha is not a mediocre person, he will definitely leave a hand for himself, such as ambushing some ambushing soldiers on the way to the ferry entrance of Liaokou City...
"No need to explore again! Let the explorer return to the city to rest." Yan Bing said to the guard who came to report.
Because Yan Bing and Nurha have one thing in common at this moment, she doesn't want to be alerted at this time.
After Yan Bing finished speaking, she walked into the city with the curtains. She was still a little anxious at this moment because she was worried about Lu Liang...
Nine days have passed. With his personality, even if he is injured in the middle, he will crawl back and tell himself.
Unless..., it is left by someone!?
Is it the master??
Or Emperor Xuansi??
…………….
Yan Bing, who was bowing his head and pondering, almost ran into a cart parked in the city in a trance.
Following this cart, I looked up and saw nearly a hundred low-end shield cars, almost half a city, and almost blocked the road.
Yan Bing immediately smiled with relief.
The ancients were efficient in doing things.
Maybe it's because there's nothing else to do except work.
Imagine that if every soldier had a mobile phone in his hand and had a certain god or pesticide in his mobile phone, he would definitely not have maintained such high work efficiency...
"Master of the Fuguo!"
"The Marquis of Fuguo is here!"
Several hundred households who took the lead in carpentry work gathered around and told Yan Bing in a verbal way about how they worked day and night in the past two days, so that they could get the hundred shield cars together.
Yan Bing could naturally hear the subtle voice of their words and shouted loudly: "Okay! Stop talking! I will reward me naturally! But you can't just pull out my hair from me, this marquis? When I go back after this battle, I will take you to the Saint!! Don't be polite to me at that time! Took your Majesty to death and pull the wool!!"
"Face Saint!???"
"Just our small military rank? Really fake!"
"The Marquis of the Suiguo can do it, but it will definitely do it!"
"You can flatter! Do you dare to pull the emperor's wool? It would be great if you don't kneel on the ground and pee your pants!"
“Hahahahahaha.”
Yan Bing followed everyone and smiled sinisterly and said, "It's okay! You don't dare, I will help you get it!"
Yan Bing is not talking empty words.
Moreover, with Emperor Xuan Si's agility, Yan Bing didn't need to pull it away. His Majesty would take the initiative to feed these small school officials.
Because after this cruel battle and Yan Bing's indoctrination by words and deeds, these hundreds of households were already the only one who could be the best...
It may even be more worthy of the word "general talent" than most of the current generals in Liang State...
So, maybe after this battle..., these backbones in front of you will be poached by Emperor Xuan Si, stuffed them into his own troops, and make achievements...
Thinking of this, Yan Bing couldn't help but feel reluctant to leave the school officials who were still smiling in front of him...
But this is the best ending.
They are like seeds cultivated by Yan Bing. Sooner or later, they will all grow into towering trees to hide the rain and wind for me in China. This is a good thing... She shouldn't stop it, nor can she stop it...
"Hey? The Marquis of Fuguo! Why are you crying??"
"Yes!? Everyone was happy..."
"It's okay, it's okay, the sea breeze is too strong, it blows to the eyes..." Yan Bing smiled silly, wiping her sleeves on her face.
Emperor Xuan Si, if you have a conscience, you can leave me one or two at that time...
Yan Bing sighed silently in his heart.
In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Yan Bing cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "See the order!"
The school officials who were still laughing and laughing the moment ago immediately put away their smiles and bowed seriously, silently.
"Several hundred households, with the soldiers in their camp, shaved all the prisoners of Beizhen in batches, and then drew a big circle on their inner clothes, and wrote the word Liang in the middle! After raising them for so many days, it should be handy for them..."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, he immediately showed a silly smile.
"Master Fuguo? Are you trying to incorporate them? So should I add some food to them? These people have been hungry for the past month, so it is of great use." Zhang Baihu asked carefully.
"What food should be added? What piece of paper should be collected?? I keep them for today and come to "exploration" for us! If there are too many, I won't explain it. All the officials will understand it yourself!" After Yan Bing finished speaking, without waiting for their response, he strode towards the senior brother's tent.
All the hundreds of households have been influenced by Yan Bing these days, and they have already become a ghost spirit. They have said this to their extent, so how can they still need to understand? They all smiled wickedly and said nothing.
"Senior Brother? Are you in the house?" Yan Bing had already walked outside Feng Chen's tent and shouted loudly.
"Nonsense, where can I go if I don't have it here? If you have anything to come in," Feng Chen's smile came from the account.
Yan Bing picked up the curtain and entered, but was shocked by the scene in front of him to self-doubt.
I saw Feng Chen holding a rag to wipe the table. The tent was bright and clean, as clean as new. There was still half a stick of sandalwood burning in the corners of the wall...
At this moment, Yue Ling's "booth room" suddenly appeared in Yan Bing's mind, and then compared the tent of the senior brother in front of him, it immediately formed a sharp contrast...
What's wrong with this world!?
It should be a neat place, a messy pig's nest!
The place that should have been messy is so spotless!!
Is it a human problem? Or a problem with this world!??
Yan Bing was now trapped in deep self-doubt.
"Why are you standing there? Find a place to sit!" Feng Chen said, throwing the rag in his hand into the basin, taking out two tea cups from the desk a few times, lifting up a teapot, and filling the two cups.
After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that when the eldest brother lived in the yard of the capital, the house was quite clean. It was only after someone's comparison that made her feel so deeply impressed. Yan Bing gradually felt relieved, and came to the main case, found a pier and sat down.
He took a sip of tea, put down the tea cup and said slowly, "I remember, Senior Brother Fifteen seems to be a master in the early stage of Mingjin, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Feng Chen answered, his hands kept tidying up trivial objects such as teacups and bowls, as if they were arranged in a regular manner, and then he showed a comfortable smile on his face.
This guy must have obsessive-compulsive disorder...
Yan Bing thought in his heart and said, "Since Senior Brother, how about you, the person in Central Plains is better than the Fifteenth Senior Brother?"
When Feng Chen heard that the topic was wrong, he asked with a puzzled look: "Are you worried that Lu Liang has not returned yet?"
After all, when Lu Liang left that day, he was there. Although he didn't ask much, he could guess the rough one.
"It's been nearly ten days since Brother Fifteen left... It's logical that he should have come back long ago, but..." Yan Bing didn't dare to say it halfway through, after all, the time has been delayed too long, and she is really a little panicked.
"Don't worry!" Feng Chen smiled, looked at Yan Bing, and said slowly: "In the Central Plains martial arts world, Shan Lun's martial arts realm is much higher than him... But most of them are the martial arts techniques of small sects. If you want to capture your senior brother Lu Liang, you must at least be one level higher than him!"
But this answer was obviously not enough to make Yan Bing feel at ease. Seeing that she was about to open her mouth, Feng Chen hurriedly added: "And if Lu Liang really encounters any crisis, as long as he reports his master's name, the other party will never dare to make things difficult for him... After all, our master protects his shortcomings... that is known to everyone in the world..."
Feng Chen started to hesitate when he spoke the second half, and a red glow gradually appeared on his face. It seemed that he knew that this was not a good reputation...
But I still sucked my teeth and finished speaking.
"So, as long as the other party does not want to be chased to the ends of the world, he will not take any ruthless action. Naturally, this is why we have not gone to seek revenge for the Romon Cult in eleven years. Because the title of Master is too loud, the other party is afraid that he has never relaxed in these eleven years. After all, it has been so many years, and I have never heard of any personal teachings of the Romon Cult. Having stepped into the Central Plains, I am afraid that the score will be settled in the autumn..."
After hearing this, Yan Bing slowly breathed a sigh of relief. So, the fifteenth senior brother was mostly left by his master or Emperor Xuan Si... But why?
At this moment, Yan Bing fell into deep thought.
But no matter how she wanted to lose her head, she would never have thought that the reason why Emperor Xuan Si made such a arrangement was just to give her a "surprise"...