Chapter 14 The First Taste of Power

Right now, in Great Yan, even including the Desert and Qian, there were only two people who dared to openly disregard Marquis Zhenbei so blatantly.

One was the Yan Emperor, who had grown up fighting with Li Liangting over chicken legs since they were children.

The other was Tian Wujing.

Although Tian Wujing was younger, Li Liangting respected this Marquis Nan, who was on par with him. At least, they could sit at the same table, drink, talk, and joke with each other.

Marquis Zhenbei felt like he had been wielding a pickaxe for a long time, digging at someone else's foundation.

One swing after another,

Finally, he broke through,

But when he cleared away the dirt and looked,

It was his own old face!

"This humble general knows his sin! This humble general will never dare again!"

Zheng Fan said sincerely, kneeling on the ground with his hands at his sides.

As a transmigrator, being this cowardly was a bit embarrassing.

But Zheng Fan knew the reason. Facing Tian Wujing, Sergeant Zheng decided to be a complete coward from the start.

"Leave. The day after tomorrow, at noon, gather your troops at Nanwang City to await orders."

"This humble general obeys!"

"Mm."

"This humble general takes his leave!"

Zheng Fan left the "lucky bag" where it was and got up to leave the tent.

Marquis Zhenbei glared at Marquis Jingnan and said angrily:

"You knew he had the head of that Qian Kingdom prince, didn't you?"

Marquis Jingnan nodded.

"Although the Qian Kingdom didn't announce it, Prince Fu's death in Mianzhou City happened shortly after Zheng Fan attacked Mianzhou City."

"Hey, I'm saying, I watched you grow up, how could you trick me like this?"

Marquis Jingnan shook his head and said:

"When I was a kid, you did beat me a few times."

"Hey, no, no, I'm old, you're in your prime, I won't fight you!"

Marquis Jingnan didn't speak.

"Don't hold a grudge about that matter either. Back then, I was just accompanying His Majesty to climb over the wall of your Tian family to see what his future Crown Princess looked like. You kid had to come out and catch a thief; what did you expect?"

Despite being told he deserved a beating, Marquis Jingnan didn't get angry at all.

The corners of his mouth

Even revealed a smile,

Because he was thinking of the home he remembered from that time.

………

As soon as he walked outside, the cold wind blew, and he felt a chill run down his back. He realized he had been so scared in the tent that he had broken out in a cold sweat.

Learn from your mistakes. He couldn't underestimate the heroes of the world anymore. He shouldn't make some fundamental mistakes again, even if it meant losing some capital.

After all, if he lost some capital, there was still hope for a comeback. If he was directly purged, it would be game over.

"Sergeant Zheng, be careful of the cold."

Qing Shuang said.

Zheng Fan acted as if he didn't understand and cupped his fist and said:

"Thank you for the reminder, my lord."

Li Fusheng, who was beside him, smiled and said:

"Was that really the head of a Qian Kingdom prince?"

"Reporting to my lord, it is indeed."

Zheng Fan addressed both of them as "my lord," without adding their surnames.

In fact, Li Fusheng's original surname was Guo. After becoming a family soldier, he changed his surname to Li, but this was only officially. In private, he was still called "Guo" or "Old Guo."

His family could openly worship their ancestors of the Guo family.

Every era has its own customs and habits.

The Yan people had been fighting with the barbarians for hundreds of years. It could be said that almost as soon as the Yan Kingdom was established, even before the Ji family claimed the title of Emperor, they were fighting the barbarians.

After fighting for so long, some things naturally began to influence each other.

The barbarians gradually learned "systems" and "reforms" from the Yan people. The reason why the royal court was able to gradually consolidate power and reach the height of integrating the Desert was precisely because several generations of barbarian kings learned the Yan people's methods and carried out political and military reforms.

It was just that later, they found that they really couldn't withstand the Yan people anymore, so they didn't dare to gnaw on the Yan people's hard bone and turned to the west. As a result, they went too far, and almost all of the royal court's elite and the essence of the golden family were buried. After being weakened and attacked by Marquis Zhenbei's forces for a hundred years, they finally declined.

On the Yan Kingdom's side, it could be seen from the Yan military system that an ace army was accompanied by a large group of military leaders, large and small. When fighting the barbarians, the royal court's soldiers were the main force, and the surrounding tribes were mobilized to bring their own food and soldiers to help. It was practically the same pattern.

The Li family's change of surname was the same as the Desert barbarian tribes using their tribe's name as their surname. If one's tribe was destroyed, the remnants would have to change their surname to join other tribes, indicating their submission. Later, if they could make a comeback and grow strong enough to break away, they could naturally restore their original surname.

This was one of the Yan people's influences from the barbarian customs.

Li Fusheng's name was only used officially, such as when the imperial court bestowed rewards or when writing memorials. At other times, one could directly use his original surname.

Therefore, Zheng Fan's previous fabrication of his grandfather Zheng Zhilong and his father Zheng Chenggong did not arouse Xu Pangpang's suspicion, precisely because of this reason.

"You do have some luck." Li Fusheng smiled. "But why was it only presented today?"

"Reporting to my lord, the head was delayed on the road for some time and was only delivered this morning."

"Mm." Li Fusheng was actually asking this for his Marquis.

He and Qing Shuang were sitting outside the tent, and the words spoken inside wouldn't escape their ears. In addition, after martial artists reached a certain level, their "hearing and sight" naturally improved.

In other words, even if the two Marquises were whispering, the two outside could definitely hear them if they wanted to.

Li Fusheng stood up. He was clearly wearing armor, but the armor was a bit baggy. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that fur was sewn on the inside of the armor.

Damn,

Sergeant Zheng, who had lived two lives, was seeing armor with a thermal layer for the first time. This wasn't cotton armor, but rather fine armor. Sewing this inside gave it an extremely incongruous feeling.

Li Fusheng put his hands in his armor and hunched over slightly, like a lazy bum.

"Sergeant Zheng, this time going south, half of my town stays in the north, your unit, should fall under my town's jurisdiction."

"This is this humble general's fortune!"

Li Fusheng nodded and said:

"Most of my life has been spent in the north, this is the first time to come in the south, Sergeant Zheng, take me to Yin City."

Zheng Fan was willing to be a guide for his superior. He would probably be fighting under his command next.

Therefore, Zheng Fan didn't say any nonsense like he was also from the north.

Zheng Fan came out, A Ming was waiting outside the camp. Seeing Li Fusheng coming out with Zheng Fan, A Ming didn't come forward and signaled to the thirty Cuiliu Fort knights he had brought not to follow.

With just a glance, A Ming could see a lot and knew that flattery was more appropriate in private.

One could be more shameless in their flattery, and the other could enjoy it more, a win-win situation.

After all, a Demon King was a Demon King. Although his strength was far from being restored, his awareness was still outstanding.

Everyone had their own personalities. Sometimes, it seemed that someone was lacking in a certain aspect, but it was just that they were too lazy to take care of it.

Even with Fan Li, who would dare to really treat him like an idiot?

Seeing that Li Fusheng wasn't riding a horse, Zheng Fan naturally didn't ride one either. The two walked out on foot.

The military camp was located in the suburbs of Yin City, practically right next to it. So, after leaving the camp gate, it didn't take long to reach the walls of Yin City.

Li Fusheng raised his head, looked at the city wall and the bustling city gate, and couldn't help but say:

"The scale of this city is no less than Tuman City, but the atmosphere of ordinary life is much stronger than Tuman City."

"My lord, the highest and most lively city in Yinlang County is not Yin City, but Nanwang City."

"We'll be passing by the day after tomorrow, it's a pity that there probably won't be a chance to take a look."

Zheng Fan said:

"My lord, the beautiful cities of Qian Kingdom will only be better than Nanwang City."

When it came to enjoyment,

When it came to art,

When it came to architecture,

When it came to aesthetics,

The Qian people could be said to have completely outdone this group of crude men from Yan Kingdom for generations.

"The Marquis is right, Sergeant Zheng's words are indeed pleasing to the ear."

"Uh…"

"The Marquis also said that even if Sergeant Zheng was just kept in the tent to talk, giving him the position of a staff officer would be worth it."

"This humble general grew up in the city streets, and my family used to run a restaurant. If you don't know how to talk, you can't do business."

Li Fusheng nodded and said:

"Ah, I was quite good at talking when I was young."

Zheng Fan realized that this General Li Fusheng kept taking advantage of him,

Several times now,

He kept saying that he and he were very similar,

If he didn't know that he was a body transmigrator rather than a soul transmigrator,

Zheng Fan would have suspected that he was Li Fusheng's illegitimate son.

However, Li Fusheng's next sentence made Zheng Fan realize that he was overthinking it:

"Later, as I killed more and more people, I became more and more lazy to talk."

"My lord defends the country against the barbarians, your hard work and contributions are great, naturally…………"

"No, I just like to hear screams."

"…………" Zheng Fan.

When entering the city, the Yin City gate guards saw that Zheng Fan and Li Fusheng were wearing armor, so they didn't stop them too much.

"My lord, shall we eat something good today?"

Zheng Fan had seen the food provided by the Marquis Zhenbei's mansion.

Li Fusheng took a deep breath, nodded, and said:

"Naturally!"

Then, Li Fusheng reached out and patted Zheng Fan's shoulder, saying:

"You, are very good."

This tone and action were quite like a Japanese officer patting a good civilian.

Of course, Zheng Fan knew that Li Fusheng was too happy, so he was expressing himself a bit too intensely.

Zheng Fan chose a restaurant that looked very high-end. When the two entered, the shopkeeper personally came out to greet them and led Zheng Fan and Li Fusheng to a private room on the second floor.

"You two military lords, I'll cover the cost of this meal today. After you eat and drink well, kill more Qian bastards."

The old shopkeeper was very savvy, but then he said with a grievance:

"You two military lords, don't say anything about this outside."

There were so many Zhenbei Army soldiers in the camp outside the city gate. If they all came to eat at his place, his assets really couldn't bear it.

"Business is business, how much silver is owed is how much silver, we have military orders, we can't eat for free. If the old shopkeeper is willing, just order the dishes to be made more exquisite, and don't serve any wine."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll personally supervise it in the kitchen."

After the old shopkeeper left, Zheng Fan picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Li Fusheng and himself.

"I fight, and the slaughter is too heavy. I'd like to ask Sergeant Zheng to remind me more when we're on the battlefield in the future."

"Uh………"

"I don't like beating around the bush when I talk."

"This humble general understands."

This was a killing maniac with a lot of self-awareness.

It seemed that those rumors about him were not groundless.

"Actually, in my opinion, the Qian people lack courage. If we kill them until they're afraid, until they're terrified, they'll naturally submit."

Li Fusheng grabbed a handful of peanuts from a plate on the table that had been served first, peeled them while saying.

Zheng Fan understood that Li Fusheng had brought him out here for this reason.

People who like to kill generally have a stubborn side to their personality.

Zheng Fan was familiar with this kind of person. The seven Demon Kings in his fort, if he hadn't been suppressing them, would all have been perverts who liked to kill for fun.

Li Fusheng knew his personality flaws. At the same time, he didn't understand some things, such as the general direction. In addition, it wasn't convenient to say some things in the military camp, and he was too embarrassed to let his colleagues know that he was actually consulting a small Sergeant.

Therefore, he called Zheng Fan out for a "stroll."

"My lord, you used to kill barbarians."

"Hmm? Are the Qian people more difficult to kill than the barbarians?"

"Of course not. No matter how decayed the barbarians are, the Qian people can't compare to them. The problem is that although the barbarians are called a tribe, they are actually a bunch of tribes, very scattered."

Li Fusheng picked up a piece of cold-cut duck meat and said: "Continue."

"Therefore, in the Desert, you can deter more than ten or twenty barbarian tribes from acting rashly and not trying to challenge the authority of Marquis Zhenbei's mansion by destroying one, two, or three.

But that doesn't work in Qian Kingdom."

"Why?"

"Because Qian Kingdom is too big, and Qian Kingdom's population is much larger than our Great Yan's."

"Just kill for a little longer."

"But to keep killing, you have to kill for a long time. Killing, of course, must be done, but not for the sake of killing. I think, whether it's His Majesty or the Marquis, the reason they want to attack Qian Kingdom is not to plunder Qian Kingdom once, but to incorporate Qian Kingdom's territory into our Great Yan's territory, and turn the Qian Kingdom's population into Yan people."

"Mm."

"Therefore, after taking this territory, the Qian people in this territory have actually become Yan people. It's not worth it to kill your own people again."

"I'm still a little confused."

"Relying solely on killing can indeed solve many problems, but it only solves problems in the short term. It can even be said to be delaying the problems to the future.

The Marquis is not young anymore."

Li Fusheng glanced at Zheng Fan and said:

"You really dare to say anything."

"Yes."

"Mm, it's good to tell the truth, continue."

"It's not just the Marquis, His Majesty is not young either, even your age, my lord, is not considered young anymore. You can kill, you can fight, but what about after you're gone?"

"After I die, aren't there younger generations?"

"It's different. Everyone grows up in different environments and faces different problems. Most importantly, putting hope in the younger generation is inherently irresponsible."

Because according to the laws of a country and a dynasty, the founding or reviving monarchs and ministers are often the most awesome, and then they begin to enter a cycle of each generation being worse than the last.

"My head hurts."

Li Fusheng shook his head.

"We must kill, fight, it is impossible not to kill, but we must pay attention to the method, and we cannot simply enjoy it on the map."

"Okay, after entering Qian Kingdom, you follow me, and when necessary, you must stop me. I think, compared to the barbarians, I dislike the Qian people more."

"Yes, this humble general obeys."

In fact, Zheng Fan himself didn't explain it clearly. He wasn't very suitable for this kind of explanation and could only talk in general terms based on some of his historical knowledge from his previous life.

In the history he was familiar with in his previous life, there were many dynasties where minority groups ruled the Central Plains, but those who only knew how to cut people with knives were quickly swept away.

Those who could last for a long time were those who knew how to put down their airs and win over other classes to carry out divide-and-rule tactics.

However, Zheng Fan wasn't worried that the Yan Kingdom would have this kind of problem, because the Yan people weren't barbarians, nor were they savages who drank blood. The Yan Kingdom's war against the Qian Kingdom was more like the annexation of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.

According to the blind man, he felt that the Yan Kingdom was more like the "Qin Kingdom," one was that they were too similar in climate, and the second was that the Yan Kingdom would be better off "dying in the second generation," otherwise, if it were really a unified and everlasting dynasty, wouldn't they have to be obedient people for the rest of their lives?

In addition, since Li Fusheng was troubled by this problem, it seemed that the upper levels of the army, presumably the two Marquises, had already issued similar instructions for the upcoming battles.

Li Fusheng, who was accustomed to and liked killing, was the key target to be beaten.

Soon, the hot dishes were served. The dishes were very exquisite, and Li Fusheng ate very contentedly. In the end, he even cleaned the plates, dipping each dish plate with steamed buns and eating it all up, with zero waste.

Sergeant Zheng had to follow suit and dip the steamed buns to eat.

After eating, Zheng Fan went to pay the bill. Zheng Fan still didn't have the habit of carrying silver, but he pawned a jade pendant in his pocket here, saying that he would come back to pay the bill and redeem it next time he came to eat.

This jade pendant was just a small item, worth a lot of money, but it didn't have any special function.

Next, Zheng Fan accompanied Li Fusheng back to the military camp. At the entrance of the military camp, Li Fusheng looked at Zheng Fan and said:

"What is your unit lacking?"

"Uh, we're not lacking anything right now."

"If you're lacking anything, go ask Xu Wenzu."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Your unit will be incorporated into my town the day after tomorrow. Our Northern Army's military orders are strict."

"This humble general understands. However, this humble general still has something to ask you, my lord, in order to make preparations after returning today."

"Ask."

"The day after tomorrow, will we be entering Qian directly?"

If it was just gathering, training, reviewing troops, or listening to Marquises Zhenbei and Jingnan speeches, then it didn't matter.

If they were going to directly enter Qian and really start fighting, then there were many things to prepare.

"Hehe, enter Qian."

"This humble general understands."

"Alright, you treated this time, I'll treat you next time."

"You're too kind, my lord."

"What's there to be kind about? Since you're from the Northern Army, you should know that our Northern Army doesn't lack military pay."

As he said this,

Li Fusheng touched his mouth,

And sighed,

"It's just that we're too lacking in spoils."

It was obvious that from Marquis Zhenbei to the generals below, they were all foodies…

Watching Li Fusheng walk into the military camp again with his hands in his armor, like a bum with a splayed walk, Zheng Fan turned around and took the initiative to approach A Ming and the others.

"Did you all eat?" Zheng Fan asked.

He didn't ask A Ming. A Ming was living very comfortably now. The ice cellar in the fort had a lot of fresh blood stored.

"My lord, we all ate dry rations."

"Mm, then let's go back."

Zheng Fan flipped onto his horse. A Ming, who was beside him, then asked:

"What rank is that person?"

"A general in the Zhenbei Army."

The Zhenbei Army was divided into six garrisons and had seven generals.

The difference in status between generals was also the greatest. For example, if Li Fusheng was standing in front of Xu Wenzu, Xu Pangpang would have to salute.

They held the same rank, but their value was different.

"Our Cuiliu Fort will be incorporated under his command the day after tomorrow and enter Qian."

"Is the war about to start?"

In fact, the war had already started. In the past few months, the Yan-Qian border had been fighting in a "hot and lively" manner.

But everyone knew that as long as the Zhenbei Army or the Jingnan Army hadn't really gone south, the curtain of this war hadn't really been raised.

"Mm."

"How will we fight?"

"I don't know."

"Then, did the lord and that general go to the city?"

"We just had a meal. Oh, right, I almost forgot. After you go back, ask the blind man, just ask him why pure slaughter can't perfectly solve the Qian Kingdom problem and what auxiliary means are needed."

"Hmm?"

In fact, anyone could say a few things about this, whether from a political or humanitarian point of view, but Zheng Fan wasn't very satisfied with his previous answer.

"Also, let the blind man write the answer in an interesting, humorous, and easy-to-understand way."

"You want it written down?"

"Mm, and remind him that the person reading it doesn't have a high level of education, so don't use too many literary words."

His seven Demon Kings all had talents. If there were giants' shoulders to stand on, only a fool wouldn't stand on them.

"Your subordinate understands."

Zheng Fan nodded, coughed, and said:

"Let's go back. There are still many other preparations to be made."

The group went south directly, back to Cuiliu Fort.

As evening approached, with the news brought back by Zheng Fan, the entire Cuiliu Fort instantly entered a noisy state of preparation.

The preparation of military rations, fodder, tents, and other supplies, the preparation of battlefield consumables such as arrows, including the preparation of medicines, and so on.

In fact, Zheng Fan could have directly taken his troops to join the main army. Nanwang City had a large amount of grain and grass plundered from the Great Yan aristocratic families. What the main army ate and used, he could also eat and use.

But this was, after all, going to war, not a publicly funded trip.

Moreover, Zheng Fan had a feeling that it would be completely different from the previous two times he went out at night to steal some chickens and then slip away. So, since he had this condition, he would take care of himself.

In the courtyard, Fan Li was trying on his armor.

Fan Li was already big, according to Xue San, he could put a layer of paint on his body and cosplay the Hulk.

Therefore, Fan Li's armor was also custom-made, from the helmet to the wrist guards, a whole big tin can.

But Fan Li was strong anyway and didn't feel cumbersome.

The other Demon Kings, more or less, had some special abilities. Besides being strong, Fan Li didn't seem to have anything else to show?

Of course, on the battlefield, a huge strongman was really useful.

Xue San's armor was miniature. Of course, he didn't wear his armor often, depending on the situation. After all, sometimes wearing armor would affect his speed.

The others, including Si Niang, all had the same armor as Zheng Fan.

After the experience of almost being shot into a hedgehog in Mianzhou City last time, everyone had learned to be good and began to become cowardly.

Because on the battlefield, you really couldn't predict a stray arrow, and your life would be gone.

"It's a pity that we don't know what the arrangements are." The blind man said regretfully: "Otherwise, we could make some targeted preparations."

"On a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people, no matter how much you prepare, it's useless." Liang Cheng said.

The blind man nodded. Okay, who told him that he couldn't fight? You have experience, you're right.

"Pack everything up, take everything you can, but don't take too much. Everyone has two horses anyway, we don't need to bring any supply carts."

Empty out the family fortune.

Xiao Liuzi had invested so much in Cuiliu Fort for this one move, hoping that Zheng Fan could rise through military merit. In the end, even if he couldn't help him compete for the throne, if he failed to seize the throne, Zheng Fan could pull him up, and sometimes, just standing up and expressing his position could save his life.

"Everyone, check again."

"Yes, my lord."

"Yes, my lord!"

………

The black banner with the character "Li" appeared outside Nanwang City.

On the city wall, Xu Wenzu was in tears.

Standing beside him were many of the military leaders of Yinlang County, gathered in Nanwang City today, watching the military might of Great Yan!

They were all old soldiers who had been in the military, and of course, they knew what this neat and orderly black ocean, this suppressed military force that seemed to have forced the wind to stand still, meant.

This was a real strong army!

Garrison after garrison of Zhenbei Army knights successively entered the training ground in the east gate of Nanwang City. A large number of civilians had gathered near Nanwang City, and a similar scene to that outside Yin City appeared.

However, outside Yin City, the Zhenbei Army had just arrived and had been stationed and resting for two days. This time, however, the army was officially setting off, and this killing intent was enough to make the civilians "orderly."

No one dared to cheer recklessly, and no one dared to rush into the military formation. Everyone just watched quietly.

Zheng Fan led the 2,500 Cuiliu Fort cavalry and waited quietly on the side, silently watching the mighty army of knights pass by in an endless stream.

The six Demon Kings were all riding horses behind Zheng Fan.

The blind man used his mental energy to connect everyone's "inner thoughts."

"My lord, there are no siege weapons!"

There were no siege weapons at all.

Ladders? None.

Battering rams? None.

Catapults? None.

There was not a single piece of ancient equipment you could think of that could be used for sieges.

"A sneak attack?" A Ming guessed.

"A sneak attack?" Liang Cheng responded, "Look around, so many civilians, do you know how many spies from Qian Kingdom are hidden inside?"

Zheng Fan also said in his heart:

"Such a huge army mobilization cannot be concealed."

Once an army exceeds 10,000, unless it's in the mountains, it's almost impossible to hide their tracks on the plains.

And it seemed that the Zhenbei Army didn't intend to hide.

"The Jingnan Army is also coming." The blind man reminded.

The Jingnan Army's military force also began to pass by. The Jingnan Army and the Zhenbei Army's military force were actually easy to distinguish.

In fact, the Jingnan Army was more orderly and paid more attention to detail than the Zhenbei Army, and it already had the feeling of later generations' square formations.

This also showed how strict Marquis Jingnan was in governing the army. Tian Wujing had been in charge of the Jingnan Army for more than ten years and had long instilled his will into this army.

The Zhenbei Army, on the other hand, was orderly, but it didn't pay much attention to these details. However, the new and old marks on their armor and the killing intent emanating from their bodies gave an even stronger sense of oppression.

This was an army that had been fighting with the barbarians in the Desert for a hundred years.

Many of them, their grandfathers wore this armor and fought with the barbarians, their fathers were the same, and they themselves were the same.

A hundred years ago, the Yan people placed a knife on the border of the Desert and forged it with the blood of the barbarians for a hundred years!

Now, this knife was raised and was about to be slashed at the enemies in the south.

"No, how exactly are they planning to fight this war?" The blind man felt a little absurd, "If the Jingnan Army is also dispatched, who will guard the home?"

Zheng Fan was also extremely puzzled. Although he was still in the learning stage of fighting, he also knew that fighting was never about raising a knife and shouting "Brothers, follow me!" and then everyone shouted "Hurrah!" and rushed up in a swarm.

This wasn't the way an army fought, this was the tactic of bandits.

But right now, it was obvious that both the Zhenbei Army and the Jingnan Army that were going south were going to be dispatched outwards.

It should be known that the 50,000-strong rearguard camp of the Jingnan Army had already been transferred to the eastern part of the empire to defend against the Jin Kingdom. The imperial guards of Yanjing had been taken by the Great Prince to Beifeng County to help defend against the barbarians taking the opportunity to cause chaos, and the remaining part had also been sent to the east to guard against the Jin Kingdom.

In other words, if this battle were to dispatch both the Zhenbei Army and the Jingnan Army that were going south,

On the border of Yinlang County, there would only be Xu Pangpang and his 40,000 to 50,000 miscellaneous troops left.

Then,

Behind Xu Pangpang and them, all the way to Yanjing, it was a smooth road, with almost no organized army that could be counted on.

"My lord, look at what's hanging on the side bags of their saddles, it seems to be fried noodles or naan."

Liang Cheng reminded.

Zheng Fan heard this and looked over, and indeed found it.

Whether it was the Zhenbei Army or the Jingnan Army, the bags hanging on their horses were bulging.

Fried noodles weren't a unique military ration created by Cuiliu Fort. The wisdom of the ancients wasn't low, but many times, they could only be limited by the existing conditions. Especially when fighting, the soldiers' rations were a huge burden. As for eating well and eating nutritiously, that was really too luxurious.

Being able to let the soldiers eat half full was already a very good treatment.

In the past few months, the garrison soldiers of Qian Kingdom were still living in hunger and cold.

"It was made by Xu Wenzu, and he didn't leak any information." The blind man guessed.

Being able to have enough food and enough manpower in a short time to make so many military rations for the army, only Xu Wenzu in the entire Yinlang County had the ability to do it.

This was definitely not a small matter. Even if you had enough food, you still needed to use a lot of manpower. Even so, not a single word had leaked out.

Of course, you could say that it was because Xiao Liuzi's caravan was an amateur at gathering this kind of information, but you also had to admit that Xu Wenzu had done a good job on this matter.

This fatty was indeed a man of means.

Suddenly, Zheng Fan understood one thing, that was why Xu Wenzu had gathered five generals to assemble their troops to fight some time ago. It was possible that he already knew that if he didn't do anything, his position as a commander above half of the region would be difficult to secure.

Because, once the Zhenbei Army and the Jingnan Army joined the war, what would they need these miscellaneous troops to do?

"Roar!"

At this time,

A low roar of a pixiu beast came.

Zheng Fan shifted his gaze and saw Marquis Jingnan in golden armor sitting on his pixiu beast. On Marquis Jingnan's left, Marquis Zhenbei Li Liangting, also in black armor, had a grim face.

The pixiu beast under Marquis Zhenbei's crotch was even larger than Marquis Jingnan's mount. Every time its four hooves landed, they could leave a clear footprint on the frozen soil.

The white air exhaled between his breaths made people feel that if they put their hands over it, they would definitely be burned.

As soon as the two Marquises appeared,

All the civilians around and the guards and all civil and military officials in Nanwang City who were responsible for maintaining order knelt down.

A mountain-like roar of kneeling sounds came:

"Greetings, Marquis Jingnan!"

"Greetings, Marquis Zhenbei!"

"Long live the Marquis! Long live Great Yan!"

"Long live the Marquis! Long live Great Yan!"

Everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs. The cold winter wind was fierce, but the faces of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians around, regardless of gender or age, were all flushed with excitement.

The shouts weren't very orderly, they came in waves, but this noise, this momentum, was shocking enough.

Previously, in the military camp outside Yin City, Zheng Fan only felt the enthusiasm of the Great Yan people.

But at this moment, Zheng Fan suddenly had a feeling that as a transmigrator, a stranger who had only lived in this country for a year;

He seemed to really understand the group of Yan people.

Although the years of peace had been long, the "rejoicing in war" that was deeply imprinted in the Yan people's blood had not been erased.

This was a war-loving nation, which had been fighting and struggling since its founding.

Suddenly, whether it was the vanguard or the rearguard, whether it was the Zhenbei Army or the Jingnan Army, they all raised their weapons,

And shouted:

"Hu!" (Tiger)

"Hu!"

"Hu!"

The momentum here was truly like a huge wave!

Even Zheng Fan couldn't help but start to feel excited and was completely infected and influenced by the atmosphere.

If it were other generals setting out, not to mention this scene, even a fifth or a tenth of the scene would scare the generals into kneeling on the ground and shouting "Long live the Emperor," for fear that the Emperor would become suspicious of them.

But at this time, whether it was Marquis Zhenbei or Marquis Jingnan, they were both progressing silently with an absolutely calm attitude.

Suddenly, a group of children ran out of the crowd.

Each of these children held a willow branch in their hands.

At this time, it happened to be the troops of Li Fusheng passing by, and they didn't make the slightest obstruction, directly letting these children run into the central army with willow branches, scattering and running.

"Let them come over!"

Li Liangting ordered, and the surrounding knights naturally wouldn't stop them.

After these ten or so children ran to the two Marquises, they immediately knelt down, and then, most of the children started crying directly.

They were scared…

That's right,

Even if they were adults, they would probably be frightened into a soft body if they suddenly came to the front of the two Marquises and two ferocious pixiu beasts, let alone a group of children.

But there was still one child who stood there firmly, raised the willow branch in his hand,

And shouted:

"A hundred years of national hatred, the sea is difficult to level! Please, Marquis, break a willow branch!"

"Isn't that the wolf cub?" A Ming, who was watching this scene from afar, couldn't help but say.

The first barbarian soldier that Zheng Fan started with, that criminal tribe, belonged to this wolf cub.

Back then, he came to Meijiawu sitting on Liang Cheng's shoulders.

Because he was still