Chapter 1088: Blood fox

Chapter 108th Blood Fox
Nalanding East did not expect that Mu Xianjun's final choice was not to rush back to Mu House to see Mu Guangling. Mu Zihuan went back to protect himself, saying that she would not be risky. Nalan's serial plan was to make the Mu family look at this, at least Mu Guangling, who had to make trouble, could not rest.
Or because Mu Xianjun saw Nalan's strategy, he just sent a capable subordinate to rush to Mufu to report.
"If you do n’t go back to Mu House, you are not afraid that the person you sent back will be too late to let Mu Zihuan go back first. Although Mu Zihuan ’s cultivation is not very strong, after all, he is a person trusted by your father. If he attacks, your father Not necessarily prepared. "
Naland asked curiously.
"His cultivation, can it be hurt by Mu Zihuan? Even if he has no defense, Mu Zihuan does not have that ability. Moreover ... trust? Who has he trusted in so many years?"
Mu Xianjun's tone was a bit sloppy, and Nalanding Dong keenly captured a very unusual word in his words ... he. Mu Xianjun did not use the word father when referring to Mu Guangling as before, but instead used him. This other word can well reflect Mu Xianjun's state of mind at this time.
Mu Fu's attack on the Red Eyebrow Army is undoubtedly a blow to this young man who has always been proud. In fact, this has nothing to do with his transformation over the past year or so. If in the past, Mu Xianjun would never think that Mu Guangling had anything wrong with the Chimei Army. As the owner of Mufu, Mufu's interests must always come first. Now the East Xinjiang Army has signs to consider to the Black Flag Army. If there is no further action, Mu's dominance in East Xinjiang will be at stake.
But Mu Xianjun is not the same as before.
After the war on Penglai Island, his mood changed dramatically. How could his mood remain unaffected when he witnessed the last moment when he participated in the 5,000 strong men desperately fighting to defend the country? He fought side by side with the 5,000 strong men. The blood of those soldiers was sprinkled on every inch of land on Penglai Island, and he had splashed on his face. The blood was hot. How could he remain still?
During the war on Penglai Island, he saw the most shocking aspect of human nature.
In the last days of the battle on Penglai Island, the island's garrison lost its supplies and lost its support. They were hungry and warrior-like foreigners fought, and no one could imagine how those soldiers would persist at the last moment. Until now, Mu Xianjun couldn't forget the dried belly that was wrapped tightly with cloth slivers, and he couldn't forget the hands that were shaking but holding arms.
Hunger and despair.
These most terrible things in the world did not defeat the soldiers, nor did the powerful foreigners defeat them. With their own death they write the proudest dignity in the world.
Nalanding Dong did not see the fierce battle, but he could imagine how the five thousand Mufu soldiers did their duty. Yes, that is the responsibility of soldiers. Maybe they used to do well in the place, maybe they used to bully goodness, maybe they beat the old and bullied women, but on that island, all their mistakes were washed away by blood.
Soldiers are never understood as a group.
When disaster strikes, most soldiers will remember their mission.
It is the glory of this human nature that makes the mind full of gloomy Mu Xianjun obviously change. Perhaps he hadn't even noticed the change himself. He never thought about it. In fact, when he started to hate Mu Guangling's attack on the Red Eyebrow Army, and even before he began to hate Mu Guangling's attack on other teams, he had gradually drifted away from his father, and he The Mu House, which once dreamed of becoming a master, drifted away.
"Foreigners will attack at night."
Perhaps Mu Xianjun didn't want to continue the topic about his father, so he pointed to the distant camp of foreigners: "Look, there are teams to gather behind the camp of foreigners, and you can see the floating next to the assembled teams. Cooking smoke is obviously waiting for dinner. "
Mu Xianjun glanced at the sunset of Xi Luo: "It's not too far away from the dark. It is estimated that those foreigners will eat after dark. An hour after the meal, it is probably the time for the foreigners to attack."
Nalan Dingdong knows that Mu Xianjun is right. After more than a year of war, this respectable and superior Mufu master has become more and more mature.
If you start offense after eating, the first is that it is not dark enough. The second is that people will always be a little tired after meals. The food is almost digested one hour after meals, but physical energy is the most abundant time.
"It's strange, isn't it?"
Nalandin said: "According to common sense, night strikes are all after the child hour. At that time, people were the most drowsy and the most difficult to concentrate, but it seems that foreigners do not intend to wait until the child hour."
Mu Xianjun put aside his eyes: "I don't know why foreigners arrange it this way, but I know that if you suddenly take your troops out for a while after half an hour, those foreigners who are eating must be too late to take precautions."
Naland Dingdong couldn't help but laugh: "No wonder the soldiers of the Red Eyebrows are so obedient to you. It turns out that you are not just beautiful."
Mu Xianjun frowned, glancing at Na Lan Dingdong, but seemed too lazy to say anything.
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In fact, Archduke Saurons did not make any mistakes in commanding the East Xinjiang war. This old man has done his best to maximize the interests of foreigners. He was keenly aware of the contradictions between Mufu and other Han Chinese teams, so he began to use them. Although the advancement speed of the foreign troops in Dongjiang was far less than when they attacked Dongchu, the foreigners did not suffer in most wars.
But it is clear that the helmsman of this powerful empire, Lehmann the Great, was not satisfied with the performance of Xiurens.
Therefore, he asked Xiurens to lead troops to continue fighting with Mufu, and handed the most removed nail, Fenghuangtai behind, to others. This other person is a young man only twenty-five years old, a young man who looks proud and does not let his jaw sag slightly.
His name is Schweinger.
Under the account of Emperor Lehmann, there were also generals younger than him. However, under the account of Lehman the Great, no one who is younger than him or as young as he is, has no heavier military skill. This young man of noble origin who has been in the army since the age of sixteen, from the moment he took up his weapon and put on his military uniform, made him realize that he was different. He seems to have been born for war. Pride is only his character, and coldness is his means.
"Shurens is too old."
Standing at a height of one meter, Schweinger's body is not as strong as it looks like a foreigner. On the contrary, although very tall, he looks so thin that he looks like a person who has recovered from a serious illness. He has foreigner-specific white skin, slightly curly short hair, golden eyebrows are not very thick, and dark blue eyes always hide unexpected brutality.
As a nobleman, his temperament is not a bit rustic. He knew how to show the noble side of a man, so he didn't want his white gloves stained with blood even when he killed himself. This is a very strange phenomenon. In his eyes, blood has never been pure, but dirty. Or maybe he really thinks that the blood in his body is different from those who are humble.
"His Majesty always praised Schurence in front of us, saying that although he was old, he always kept a knife for polishing himself. I used to admire old people like him when I was young, because they were On the way to the rise of the empire, there have been contributions of sweat and horses. But unfortunately, time is something that no one can stop. When you are old, you are old.
Schweinger shook the glass in his hand and watched the red wine hanging on the glass wall slowly recede.
"Shurens is still sticking to a very backward tactic. He thinks that we can defeat the Han by relying on our powerful weapons. This is obviously wrong. The sense of honor of soldiers is sometimes better than that on weapons. Advantages can even motivate one's fighting spirit. Obviously, this is the case for Han people. "
He glanced outside and smiled: "So, if you want to defeat the Hans, you must be more fighting spirit than them. But more importantly, they must be more cunning than the Hans on the battlefield."
"I let a team of 10,000 people wait outside for dinner. Guess, if the Chinese guards on the wall of Fenghuangtai would see this scene, what would they think of?"
he asks.
Respectfully, a ministry standing under him will proclaim: "Dear Lord Marquis, they will think you will send troops to attack at night."
"and then?"
Schweinger asked.
The man thought about it: "Will the defense be strengthened?"
"Do not"
Schweinger shook his head: "Your mind is still too fixed, just like the stones on the wall of the Phoenix Terrace, will not move. I have carefully observed the commanding style of the Chinese defender since these days, he is very cunning People. So, we have to use this slyness. I intentionally let them see it. If nothing unexpected happens, after one hour, wo n’t the Han people rush out of the Phoenix Terrace because they feel that in our Be lax when you eat. "
"It wasn't long after that.
He smiled, a trace of red wine hanging on the corner of his mouth, like traces of blood.
"Vitage"
He looked at his commander and said, "Now there is about an hour before the Han attack, I will give you half an hour to gather your team and set up in the high-slope jungle five miles west of Daying. If the Han people come, this is a credit I give you. If you are lucky enough to kill the Chinese defenders, I don't mind rewriting your name in the military newspaper presented to your Majesty. "
"You are a baron now?"
he asks.
The western general named Weitaige immediately became excited ~ EbookFREE.me ~ His lips were shaking slightly: "Yes, Lord Marquis, I have inherited the title of father."
"Ok"
Schweinger waved his hand: "Go, after the battle is over, maybe I will call you Lord Viscount."
He looked at the red wine in the glass, and reflected a very weird red under the lamp: "After the war starts, I will personally lead a soldier to support you, rest assured, I will not take away your credit. Because I need My subordinates are loyal enough to me, so I will not hesitate to ask for your help. "
"The Imperial Battle Banner is a merit book, which records every person who has contributed to the empire. Naturally there will be the name of a person like Schurens, but I hope that your name will be in front of him in the future. "
Schweinger smiled: "That way, I will also feel glory."
"Observe!"
Wittig made a military salute: "I will never live up to your expectations. Tonight, I will let the Chinese know what fear is."