Chapter 1 The Beginning

The day after the arrival of the left and right armies, the Yan army began to probe the area ahead occupied by the wildlings. Waves of scouts were sent out, and almost at the same time, the wildlings also increased the coverage of their scouts. The main forces of both sides had not yet truly made contact, but their scouts had already begun their skirmishes.

"A very familiar feeling."

Sitting on the back of the Pixiu, Tian Wujing looked at the wildlings' camp in the distance and said.

Jingnan Army General Wang Ge stepped forward at this moment and joked:

"Those guys from the Zhenbei Army, setting up camp is all they're good at. This wildling king even took that as a treasure to learn, haha."

The Zhenbei Army was not very good at setting up camp, because in recent decades, they had mainly been on the offensive against the barbarians in the desert.

At first glance, the wildlings' camp in front looked good, but in the eyes of experts, there were several key arrangements and the entire structure of the camp that had problems.

Tian Wujing then asked Zheng Fan:

"What do you think?"

Zheng Fan glanced at Wang Ge, first cupped his fist at him, then said:

"Reporting to you, my lord, this humble general thinks it's more that the wildlings actually know how to set up camp now."

Marquis Jingnan nodded and said:

"Indeed."

The wildlings are called wildlings because, in the eyes of the world, they are uncivilized, but now, this race is learning and progressing in a way that is visible to the naked eye.

Whether the camp is set up well or not is not the point; the most alarming thing is that they are already setting up camp.

It's like the difference between being nearsighted and being blind.

Wang Ge didn't think that Zheng Fan was deliberately making him lose face. After all, he was a general, not a concubine in the harem fighting for favor. He wouldn't be jealous of such a thing.

He spoke up at this moment:

"My lord, allow this humble general to lead three thousand riders to test the quality of this camp?"

Wang Ge and the other generals had been sweeping up the rear of the army, and they were getting tired of looting and killing, but the larger tribes along the way, especially those troublesome ones, had been wiped out by the Marquis in front. Now, both the generals and soldiers were feeling stifled.

"Your troops have just arrived and are fatigued."

"My lord, my troops..."

"Zheng Fan, listen to the order."

Zheng Fan immediately knelt on one knee:

"This humble general is here!"

"Order your troops to attack the enemy camp from the northwest. If you tear open a gap, continue to push in. If the enemy camp is solid and you cannot force it open, withdraw at your own discretion.

Wang Ge, Zhang Cheng."

"This humble general is here!"

"This humble general is here!"

"Be prepared to follow up and provide support."

"This humble general obeys!"

Zheng Fan received the order and returned to his troops. After notifying Liang Cheng, the troops began to move out of the military camp.

On the way, Zheng Fan whispered to Liang Cheng beside him:

"Why are we being sent to lead the charge?"

"My lord, this subordinate went to observe the situation in front this morning, and San'er went with me."

"Oh? Any discoveries?"

"This subordinate believes that the number of wildlings in the camp in front may not be as many as we thought. Although we don't know why the wildlings suddenly gathered and then retreated, Marquis Jingnan must have discovered the problem, so he gave this task of leading the charge to you, my lord."

"Meaning, he's deliberately pushing me? Sending me military merit?"

"That's right. Sweeping away those wildling settlements along the way doesn't count as much military merit, but the ones in front are the wildling king's troops, so the concept is different.

It's like the difference between the Zhenbei Army in the desert clearing out the barbarian tribes and annihilating the barbarian royal court's troops.

If the wildling camp in front is not a feint but is really empty, this subordinate is confident in leading the troops to break into the enemy camp and tear open a gap.

In this way, when the subsequent reinforcements follow up, the first merit will naturally belong to you, my lord."

Zheng Fan silently took out a cigarette. In front of Marquis Jingnan, he didn't dare to smoke so wantonly, only daring to enjoy this pleasure when he was on his own turf.

"Hey, I have to say, this kind of appointed feeling is really good."

Before, Tian Wujing was deliberately suppressing him, and he understood and could understand why at that time;

Now Tian Wujing is planning to push him up, tsk tsk, the feeling of having someone in the court to make things easier is finally being felt.

This is forcefully taking the credit from Wang Ge and the others and putting it on his own head.

The last person who helped him like this was Xiao Liu Zi, but that empty-shell prince was not as well-known as Marquis Jingnan.

The troops from Shengle City went out first, followed by other Yan armies in the rear.

Zheng Fan silently pulled down the visor on his helmet and patted his chest armor with his left hand. This was to remind Mo Wan that your dad was going to the battlefield,

Hey, don't sleep.

"My lord, how about you lead two hundred riders to scout the overall situation?"

"Get out, I was suffocating under Tian Wujing, I want to fight!"

Liang Cheng nodded, indicating his understanding.

Anyone who leaves school and works for so many years, then is forcibly "sent" back to the life of a "student era" will feel tormented.

"Same as usual, you command."

"Then, my lord, you should shout the charge."

"Okay, ahem..."

Zheng Fan cleared his throat, drew his saber, and raised it high.

"Shua! Shua! Shua!"

Around, all the knights raised their weapons, solemnly and quietly.

This was specially practiced. Although Liang Cheng didn't train the troops according to the "goose-stepping" method, he focused on practicing several coordinated movements, the purpose of which was to cooperate with the lord to have a good time at this moment.

Of course, when training this, Fan Li was deliberately left out, fearing that Fan Li would lead these people astray again and run to shout "Ula" like at the beginning.

"Yan Army!"

Everyone shouted three times in unison, while tapping their armor three times with their weapons,

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

Huff...

Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable.

Zheng Fan pointed his blade forward,

"Kill!"

………

Inside the wildling camp, Wang Zheng sat upright on the arrow tower, looking at the situation in the distance, his flag planted behind him.

The movements of the Yan army camp naturally couldn't be concealed. All around, the wildlings in the camp immediately mobilized and began to prepare their defenses, but because they were unfamiliar with this kind of tactics, they still seemed a little chaotic.

The wildling king reached out and patted his forehead, sighing.

In fact, he was not unaware that trapping the warriors in the camp was simply tying their hands and feet. The wildlings were still more skilled in mounted archery and combat.

But there was no way, who told them that the opposite side was the number one cavalry force in the world, the Yan army?

In the camp, they might be able to resist for a while. If they really pulled out into the open to fight, they might be wiped out in one wave.

This kind of dumb battle was the one that this wildling king disliked the most, but under the premise that the other side's individual and group strength surpassed his own, he could only bite the bullet and play it this way.

The king raised his neck, stretched, and instructed the only guard left beside him, who was wearing an iron mask:

"Let's begin."

The guard squatted down and took off his clothes.

The wildling king also squatted down and took off his clothes together.

The wildlings below would not know that on the arrow tower above their heads, their king was taking off his clothes with a male guard.

"King, now I know that when you gave me this iron mask, saying it was a reward for your most trusted and relied-upon warrior, you were actually lying to me."

"It's too late to realize that now."

"I was happy for so long, and I've been wearing this iron mask all the time, never taking it off even when sleeping or showering."

"I was wondering, don't you ever wash it? No wonder it smells so bad, there's even a layer of black mud on it."

"It's not like you told me earlier that I would be your substitute."

"Who told us that we were about the same height and build? Even our faces are seven-tenths similar."

"King, do I have to take off the inner lining too?"

"Take it off, take it off. Have you ever seen ordinary tribesmen using silk for their inner linings? If they accidentally fell or tore their outer armor, wouldn't it be exposed if the silk inside showed?"

"The King is truly thoughtful."

"Where's your inner lining?"

"King, there are only a few people in the tribe who wear inner linings."

"Don't you feel chafed?"

The two squatted on the arrow tower and quickly exchanged clothes.

The wildling king took the iron mask in his hand and covered his face.

"King, shouldn't I make a request to you at this time? In the stories of the Four Great Nations that Angda used to tell, this is basically how it goes. Death warriors are always rewarded before they die."

"Speak quickly, I'm in a hurry to escape."

"King, there's always been one thing I can't let go of."

"You're an orphan with no relatives or family, what can't you let go of?"

"I haven't tasted a woman's flavor yet."

The wildling king reached out and patted the guard's shoulder, saying earnestly:

"Alai, don't worry, in the future, I'll just have to suffer a little more and endure a little more to help you taste a few more women."

"Thank you, King. I can only repay your great kindness in the next life."

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll come back to you in the next life and have you continue to be my guard."

"King, I'm so excited, I can actually be a king."

"You have to let the warriors below see that their king is always here, with them."

"Don't worry, King, I've been watching you all these years, I can definitely act exactly like you."

After saying that, the wildling guard named Alai stood up and looked down at the surroundings. Many wildlings were looking up at the arrow tower, knowing that their king was watching them from above.

Alai leaned back on the chair,

Slightly sideways,

At the same time,

He began to stroke the scar on his face with his left hand,

With a faint smile on his face.

After striking a pose and posture, Alai asked:

"King, why haven't you gone down yet?"

The wildling king put his hand on the lower jaw under the iron mask and stroked it,

Saying:

"Have I always liked to make this silly look?"