Chapter 1 So, You Guys Are Planning to Hire a Teacher for Me?

After listening to their story, Zheng Fan was still a little...dazed.

Other people have to pay money, find connections, and negotiate terms to hire a tutor. In his case, it was fine to directly use knives to rob someone.

But thinking about it, it didn't seem wrong.

"But, if it's just hiring a teacher, is there a need to be so urgent?"

This was what Zheng Fan was very puzzled about.

Xue San opened his mouth to speak, but at this moment, the blind man Bei's voice sounded in his heart:

Shut up!

Xue San was stunned for a moment and didn't speak.

The blind man Bei then said:

"My Lord, in this world, no matter what we want to do, we must seize every minute and every second. Our business has already started, and next we need to set up a caravan to sell things like soap and perfume. At that time, we will be spied on from many sides. Your identity, my Lord, and the three hundred riders you are about to establish are also our guarantee, but the real fundamental guarantee is our own strength. So, I hope you can understand, My Lord, that we have already embarked on this road;

"Since we have embarked on this road, it is either a path to success or death on the road, there is no third possibility.

"We don't have time to think, and we don't have the opportunity to hesitate, at least, not now.

"Unless, we have the strength to at least be able to quarrel with the Yan Kingdom court like the Zhenbei侯 (Marquis Who Pacifies the North) family."

The blind man Bei said a lot, one thing after another, actually, it was to cover up.

He didn't want Zheng Fan to know, at least not yet, that the strength of the seven of them was very likely linked to Zheng Fan's strength.

Although the Lord was still a little "naive,"

But after all, he was an author who had been immersed in horror comics for a long time,

Thinking about the darkness of human nature was almost his instinct,

Fan Li's brain could even come up with the idea: if we kill the Lord, will we be free from constraints?

Then,

Could the Lord not think of it?

At least, for now, it wasn't suitable for a rift to develop in their relationship. And as long as the Lord's strength improved, and everyone's strength also improved, even if the Lord found out about these things, it wouldn't be a big problem, because everyone had already embarked on the right path.

"Oh, okay, you guys decide."

In terms of handling matters, Zheng Fan didn't want to overstep his authority, because he knew his level was not qualified compared to these demon kings in front of him.

What he could decide, and dared to decide, was probably whether he didn't need a young lady to serve him tonight and whether he would eat noodles or spicy soup for breakfast tomorrow.

"Thank you for your trust, My Lord!"

The blind man Bei breathed a sigh of relief,

Then, he turned to look at his partners,

And said:

"The Lord has already agreed. Next, let's all prepare. This matter involves a lot;

"Si Niang (Fourth Sister), go back to the inn now and bring the disguise items. We need to collectively disguise ourselves."

Si Niang (Fourth Sister) nodded.

"The escort team will probably arrive outside Hu Tou Cheng (Tiger Head City) at dusk, which is where we are now. I don't plan to use anyone from the Che Bang (Cart Gang) or Ju Yi Bang (Gathering Righteousness Gang), so, this time, it will be us six...seven people!"

The blind man Bei's heart skipped a beat,

That was close,

He almost didn't treat the Lord as a person.

…………

This was a hasty ambush. To be honest, probably only this group of lunatics could do such an "impulsive" thing.

Although they now had Yan Kingdom "nationality," they didn't feel any discomfort or fear when it came to swinging their arms and charging at government soldiers.

What's more, there was also a Zheng Fan sharpening his knife, who was already carrying an official title himself.

In a normal era, what they were preparing to do now was actually rebellion.

However, for them, it was no different from everyone preparing to steal the old hen from the Wang Er Niang's (Wang the Second Daughter's) family next door tonight.

Xue San, the blind man, and Feng Si Niang (Wind Fourth Sister) went to explore the surrounding terrain.

Xue San was responsible for guarding. He needed to hang far away from that escort team. As an assassin, he was extremely good at hiding his figure, making him very suitable for this kind of work.

The blind man used his mental power to gradually figure out the situation of the ambush site, not letting go of any nook and cranny, while also helping Si Niang (Fourth Sister) set up traps together.

Behind the earthen slope,

Zheng Fan was still repeatedly sharpening his knife,

This was like looking at more knowledge points and memorizing a few more words before entering the examination hall.

A Ming lay diagonally on the earthen slope, with a grass stem in his mouth.

Fan Li squatted next to Zheng Fan,

Smiling foolishly with a simple and honest face.

Looking at Zheng Fan's gaze, it was like looking at the person he respected the most.

Admiration, trust, dependence…

No one would have thought that this honest man was the one who proposed to "cut" the Lord last night.

Liang Cheng said with some emotion:

"If those three hundred riders were not just on paper now, the problem would be much easier to solve."

After experiencing that battle formation, Liang Cheng was really envious of the iron cavalry of the Zhenbei (Pacify the North) Army.

Especially since he had been a general in his early years, his love for cavalry was like a house man's love for a second-dimensional goddess.

It was a pity that Rome wasn't built in a day, and cavalry, in particular, was a money-burning thing.

It was said that a hundred years ago, the Qian Kingdom's emperor, who seized the throne from his nephew as the crown prince, wanted to use the Northern Expedition to gain his own reputation,

And at that time, the Yan Kingdom was fighting with the Desolate Desert Barbarian Tribe's royal court.

This Qian Kingdom emperor personally led the expedition, stabbing the Yan Kingdom's chrysanthemum.

At first, it was like a hot knife through butter, because the main force of the Yan Kingdom was on the northern border battlefield, and the rear was very empty.

Later, as the Qian Kingdom's army went deep into the Yan Kingdom's territory and completely entered the Yan Kingdom's plains, they encountered a surprise attack by a Yan Kingdom iron cavalry that was rapidly transferred from the northern battlefield.

That battle, even a hundred years later, was still repeatedly mentioned as a classic case in military academies of various countries.

Because the Yan Kingdom's reaction to the rear being stabbed was to clear the fields and leave nothing behind, the Qian Kingdom's 500,000-strong army fell into exhaustion, coupled with the plain terrain.

Thirty thousand Yan Kingdom iron cavalry turned into a black torrent and directly dispersed the Qian Kingdom's 500,000-strong army on the plain.

The Qian Kingdom's army abandoned their armor and fled back. The Yan Kingdom's cavalry pursued and killed all the way, and the long road from the Yan Kingdom's plains to the Qian Kingdom's border was covered with the corpses of Qian Kingdom soldiers.

The Qian Kingdom emperor, who came from the crown prince's background, was very lucky. He was shot in the ass by an arrow and was escorted back by his personal soldiers in an ox cart.

That year, the general who led 30,000 iron cavalry to break through the Qian Kingdom's army in one fell swoop was awarded the title of marquis for his meritorious service - Zhenbei Hou (Marquis Who Pacifies the North).

Therefore, the Yan Kingdom's Zhenbei Hou (Marquis Who Pacifies the North) wasn't earned by fighting with the barbarian tribes in the desert, but was built on the corpses of 500,000 Qian Kingdom soldiers.

Subsequently, the first-generation Zhenbei Hou (Marquis Who Pacifies the North) took advantage of the situation and led his army to capture three northern prefectures of the Qian Kingdom in a row, looting grain and people, and almost emptying the three northern prefectures of the Qian Kingdom.

If the Yan Kingdom and the Desolate Desert royal court hadn't entered the final stage of the war at that time, and couldn't spare more troops to support Zhenbei Hou (Marquis Who Pacifies the North), the first-generation Zhenbei Hou (Marquis Who Pacifies the North) might have really dared to come to the capital of the Qian Kingdom for a public-funded tour.

After that battle, the Yan Kingdom established a strategic advantage over the Qian Kingdom. For a hundred years, the Qian Kingdom didn't dare to send a single soldier north. Instead, they began to build cities and fortresses like crazy on their own northern border, turning themselves into a turtle with a shrunken head.

Similarly, after that battle, cows became a sacrificial existence in the Qian Kingdom, and even a bull-headed deity was created for this purpose. After all, if it hadn't been for that ox cart being so powerful, their ancestors might have been captured by the Yan Kingdom.

Liang Cheng felt that the Yan Kingdom's iron cavalry a hundred years ago should have been even more valiant. After all, that era was an era of mutual slaughter with the northern barbarian tribes. But even a hundred years later, after seeing the charge of two thousand Zhenbei (Pacify the North) Army iron cavalry with his own eyes, Liang Cheng still believed that they were indeed worthy of being called elite.

"Tch, if that unit is really established, would you dare to pull them over to do this kind of rebellious thing?"

A Ming, who was lying on the side, teased.

"So, we need to be more cautious when choosing people. What we want to establish is not the Yan Kingdom's escort cavalry, but the private soldiers belonging to me...our Lord.

"At that time, let them each give you a bite, three hundred riders with vampire physiques..."

Liang Cheng clenched his hands slightly. Obviously, he, who was always indifferent, was a little excited at this time.

"Bah, do you think I'm a boar for sowing seeds?"

Immediately afterward,

A Ming suddenly smiled again:

"Giving three hundred first embraces, that would be my peak moment, right? When the time comes, what do I need three hundred cavalry for? I can directly use blood shadow clones, wouldn't that be more useful than cavalry?"

"Then show me one now." Liang Cheng retorted.

"Heh, what's so great about three hundred vampire cavalry? If you're better than me, you can go get three hundred zombie cavalry. They're not afraid of death or pain, and they can give the other side a fear buff when they come up."

Zheng Fan, who was sharpening his knife, raised his head with some curiosity and asked:

"It's not easy to find cavalrymen, right?"

Weapons, money, and food, these logistical aspects can be solved through trade routes. After all, after A Ming created soap and perfume, the inn should be least lacking in money.

Warhorses can also be bought from the barbarian tribes through smuggling channels. Three hundred riders, to be extravagant, if each person has two horses or even more, then eight hundred horses need to be prepared.

But where do you find people wearing armor and riding big horses?

At this time,

Fan Li, who had been squatting beside him without speaking, said:

"My Lord, I heard from the caravan people that there are many penal servitude tribes in the desert. They are criminals or remnants of destroyed tribes. Those large tribes control their families and use them as a threat to make them exist like mercenaries.

"They are often the first batch of cannon fodder to be consumed in tribal frictions, but there are also some famous penal servitude tribes that have made a name for themselves in repeated battles.

"They are just being threatened by those large tribes because their families are in their hands. Therefore, they have no feelings or sense of belonging to the desert or the barbarian tribes, and the same is true for the Yan Kingdom. They are the most elite cavalry and can be used by us."

Liang Cheng heard this and said, "So, we need to rescue their families first to control them?"

A Ming retorted, "How many people would we have to support? The cost is too great."

Zheng Fan stopped sharpening his knife,

And asked tentatively:

"We can kill all their families and blame it on the barbarian tribes, and then we'll lead them to take revenge, wouldn't that..."

Zheng Fan found that Liang Cheng, Fan Li, and A Ming were all staring at him,

And suddenly felt a little nervous and uneasy,

And couldn't help but whisper:

"I was just joking, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously, haha..."