The welcome ceremony ended like a farce with Fang Zheng's stirring up the scene."

All the soldiers of the Northern Expedition of Huachao were small in the tower! They camped ten miles east, and thus formed a very wonderful scene of the Ten Mile camp. The Tuding camp of the Moji Company was steadily stuck at the tower. On the side, they were like a nail in the middle of the grassland, and two mountains beside them blocked it, which actually protected the camp of the Northern Expedition Army. If any foreign enemy wanted to attack the Northern Expedition Army at night, it would be impossible to compete unless they wiped out all the Turkic soldiers of the Moji Company first.

After Moji even heard the Turkic spies report the damage to the Huachao army, his face turned blue and white. He stomped his feet in the tent and scolded Fang Zheng for being despicable and shameless, and even used the Allied camp as a barrier to resist the sneak attack.

"Hua Chao people, despicable and shameless Hua Chao people." Mojilian gritted his teeth and cursed: "How could there be such a despicable person? Why doesn't the true god punish him?"

When Mo Jilian thought that Fang Zheng had said that he was under the jurisdiction of the Jade Emperor, he couldn't help but sigh, very depressed, and sighed deeply that his true God's jurisdiction was not large enough.

Mojilian was furious in the tent. Fang Zheng was unaware that at this moment, he led the main generals of the Northern Expedition Army and his two thousand personal troops into the Turkic camp in a swagger.

At this time, the Turks knew that this was the commander of the Allied Army of the China Dynasty, so Fang Zheng swaggered into the camp, and no one dared to stop him all the way.

Now the two armies are already united. As the commander of the three armies, he must discuss with Mojilian how to send troops to fight Mochu. Of course, he will come to the Turkic camp to eat and drink freely. The food and grass of the Turkic people are funded by the Hua Dynasty, but they still are so hostile to the Hua Dynasty when eating the food sent by the Hua Dynasty, and they have no awareness of being "soft-eating" at all. Fang Zheng is very dissatisfied with the Turkic people. He is too bullying. Do you really think I am the sucker?

What to do? Go back to eat!

It is best to help eat up all the food in the Mojilian camp. Then when they are short of food, they will know that the people of the Hua Dynasty are more intimate and effective than the true gods they worship every day. All the hostility towards the Hua Dynasty in the past were wrong. Don’t accept it? Still want to continue to be hostile? Okay, be hungry.

For a nomadic people who have lost their pasture and are chased like three grandsons, it is very inappropriate for them to still be domineering and try to maintain the image of the arrogant and proud son of heaven as before. Under the eaves, people have to bow their heads. Fang Zheng feels it is necessary to teach them this truth.

Leading more than 2,000 personal troops into the Turkic camp, Fang Zheng walked like a proud swan, and he was very conscious of being a master. These Turkic people ate our food and grass and used the weapons we provided, and they were my workers.

While walking towards the sky, Fang Zheng did not forget to observe the Turkic camp cloth with his eyes.

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The difference from the Huachao camp is that the Turkish camps are not entirely soldiers. They all have their families, both men, women, and young and old. They live in dilapidated tents. Their camps are distinguished by the banners of each tribe. The totems on each flag are different. Some embroidered with tigers, and some embroidered with wolfs. The Turks' habits are very different from those of the Huachao people. They have no idea of ​​respecting the elderly and loving the young. In front of each tent, women and the elderly are working hard. They pick up firewood, make fire, wash clothes, and take care of children like slaves. The middle-aged man, as the head of the family, lying in the tent, singing loudly. He shouts from time to time, which seems very leisurely.

This is the law of survival in nature. Those who have the energy and ability to go to the battlefield will plunder everything through war and make their families rich. But when they are not fighting, they will enjoy their family's attendance to him with peace of mind like slave owners.

The camps of each tribe spread out radially and then connected into one another. Although all the tents seem to be irregular, after careful observation, these tents are like blooming plum blossoms, vaguely protecting a large golden tent in the distance. They surround it tightly in the middle.

Fang Zheng knew that the golden tent must be the big tent of the newly established little Khan. The grassland is like the Huachao, with golden yellow as the most respected. The meaning of the golden tent is equivalent to the emperor of the Huachao.

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Along the way, passing the soldiers' tents. Fang Zheng looked around and found that Turkic people outside the tent were staring at him, with deep alertness in his eyes, and even a hint of hatred. If it weren't for the military orders, these Turkic soldiers would have stepped forward without hesitation and turned Fang Zheng into pieces.

Fang Zheng's heart sank slightly and he sighed secretly. It seemed that the two nations of the Chinese and Turks were really incompatible. The position of both sides being enemies was almost destined by God. Even if both sides became allies under the pressure of the situation, the Turks still had a deep hatred and jealousy towards the Chinese people.

They hated God for being unjust and gave the best products and the most fertile land in the world to the seemingly weak and deceptive Huachao people. They were jealous of everything the Huachao people got. This kind of jealousy was so unforgettable, and it gradually evolved into hatred after hundreds of years of deposition.

Feng Qiudao, who was following Fang Zheng, snorted slightly when he saw this and whispered: "Marson, these Turks are unfamiliar ungrateful wolves. We should beware of it. They will turn around and bite us at any time."

Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were fixed in front of him, and he said with a smile: "I know. Whether it is Mojilian or Mochu, they are not good things. As long as they defeat Mochu, maybe, "We can take care of this national teacher, and hehe, if we are not my race, their hearts will be different."

Mother Qiu Dao heard Fang Zheng's smiling tone seem to contain a bit of murderous aura, and he couldn't help but nod and let go.

When he walked to the tent, Mojilian saw Fang Zheng coming, he couldn't help but be stunned and said, "Why are you here? Well, Marshal Fang is here to visit the camp. I am honored and have lost my wishes. Please forgive me."

Fang Zheng laughed inwardly. The old guy didn't seem to welcome me very much. I guess I've brought more than 2,000 people, and I'm afraid I'll eat up all his food. "Hey. I'll have to eat you up today.

"Haha, Master National Master, as the saying goes, one day, it's like three autumns after another, but we're apart for less than a day, I'll miss you. Haha, today the Japanese handsome man came to bother, will the national master kick me out, right?"

Moji even smiled bitterly. You said this, how could I be embarrassed to rush you?

"The Marshal was joking. I am honored, haha, honored"

Fang Zheng was very happy: "It's great. I saw the meal time now, and the more than 2,000 brothers under my command have not eaten yet. Haha, please arrange it. Don't be too polite. One person has five kilograms of mutton and one kilogram of wine. Come on, let's get in the account and discuss the matter of sending troops together.

"Five pounds of mutton" "Mo Jilian's old face collapsed on the spot.

Fang Zheng said with a little lamb with a fire, "The Difeng family has no surplus food, and the brothers I have made are eating rocks every day. "The only dry food has faded out of their mouths, and it just happened to come to your place to fight for the teeth sacrifice."

Mojilian was furious, what did you think I had surplus food? I came here to eat with a big family. You are the commander of a 100,000 army, how shameless?

Trying to hold back a bite of hair, Mojilian said coldly: "Since the marshal is destined, I dare not refuse to obey,"

Fang Zheng happily patted his shoulder and said, "It is said that grassland people are the most generous and hospitable. This is true. Lao Mo, thank you for the hospitality.

"Marantor Fang, I have been trying to correct you for a long time." I am not surnamed Mo!"

"Oh, Lao Mo, it's not me who said you, you Turkic people are too uneducated. You have a mess of names. You obviously have a surname Mo, but you don't have surname Mo, which makes us educated people very confused. Come on, Lao Mo. Let's discuss some serious matters after entering the account."

Mo Jilian's face turned pale, he held back, he couldn't vomit blood,

Fang Zheng turned his back and threw Mojilian down. He became the tent of the Turks. The Huachao generals who followed Fang Zheng held back their laughter and walked past Mojilian with the ashen face.

Marshal Fang is really the nemesis of the Turks. What should I do if the old man from the national teacher is so angry?

Mojiyi endured his anger and arranged for more than 2,000 personal troops brought by Fang Zheng to eat in the camp, and then entered the tent with a gloomy face.

It is said that hospitality is indeed the nature of the grassland people. Mojilian should not be so angry, but now their tribes are in danger, and the food they eat is still provided by Huachao. If they finish eating, they will inevitably reach out to Huachao again. The feeling of being given to others is very uncomfortable. Fang Zheng's behavior of a big eater today is really a suspicion of taking advantage of the situation, so he couldn't help but be unhappy.

He entered the tent with anger. When he opened the curtain, Mo Jilian almost vomited blood again.

I saw Fang Zheng sitting on the throne that was supposed to be Khan sitting, with his feet resting on the small table in front of the seat without hesitation, and he kept shaking and shaking, chatting and laughing with the Huachao generals next to him, which seemed very comfortable.

No wonder the True God doesn't punish him. It turns out that he was sent by the True God to punish me."

Moji Lian endured his anger and asked Fang Zheng to change his seat, and everyone's expressions began to become serious.

"The National Commander, can you tell me how Mochu's troops are now deployed?"

Mojilian said coldly: "Mochu is now stationing more than 90,000 main soldiers in Yumuchuan, about 300 miles northwest of the tower. Some days ago, I sent someone to deliver a letter and pretended to surrender. Mochu slowed down his attack a little. However, the Chinese Dynasty dispatched more than 100,000 troops, and was very powerful and wanted to form an alliance with me to resist Mochu. I believe that Mochu had already had news at this time, and his army would come soon."

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "How many of his total troops are there?"

"I have fought with him for more than two years. Originally, both sides had 200,000 to 300,000 troops, but now I have been defeated for a while, only 50,000 left, and he is not much better. Apart from his 90,000 soldiers, there are only 20,000 troops under Chai Mengshan, whom you Huachao defected to,"

Speaking of Chai Mengshan, Mojilian's eyes showed deep hatred. He slapped the table hard and said angrily: "You Hua Chaoren is so despicable! We agreed to have a decisive battle between the two sides on the grassland, but Chai Mengshan took advantage of my unpreparedness and led our troops to attack our tent, killing our great and noble Gu Ludu Khan, causing our brave soldiers to lose their faith and defeat the decisive battle! If you don't take this revenge, I will be the children of the grassland in vain!"

Fang Zheng said coldly: "Hey, can you speak human words? What do we mean by the people of Huachao? Where are we despicable? Chai Mengshan alone did this, why do we take this account to our people of Huachao? You are not careful. Who can you blame? After you were defeated, our Huachao sent you food and weapons, for fear of being too slow to treat you. When you saw that you called us despicable, what did you think that our people of Huachao were humble? It was not pleasing to you. You Turkic people were eaten by dogs?"

As soon as Fang Zheng said this, the Hua Dynasty generals beside him stared at Mo Jilian coldly, with a very disgusting look on his face.

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Moji suffocated and hurriedly bowed: "Master Fang, I have lost my words, I apologize to you

Fang Zheng snorted coldly, thinking that the two armies were already allied forces and it was not appropriate to have sex, so he immediately smiled and said, "Sir, you can eat randomly, and you can't talk nonsense. I will forgive you this time, so I won't be an example." It's because you are too stupid. You are fighting well, why did Chai Mengshan take over the old nest? You must reflect deeply

Mojilian held back his anger and said, "I heard that this plan was offered by the rebellious Thai king of your country who defected to Mochu. He took advantage of the two armies' battle and my king's tent was empty and carried out a despicable sneak attack. My great Gu Ludu Khan was not aware of it for a while, and they were beaten by their hands. Humph!"

Fang Zheng was stunned, then turned to Feng Qiudao beside him and chuckled, "See? Our Huachao people are so smart. Even if the Thai king, who was beaten like a betrayal dog in our country, would just take a trick on the grassland and kill them. "Oh, I really feel national pride."

Feng Qiudao nodded repeatedly and said, "No, not bad, the Turkic people's brains seem to be very easy to use.

Mo Jilian said with a gloomy face: "Master Fang, General Feng, can you whisper more quietly? I have heard it."

Fang Zheng and Feng Qiudao looked at each other, then smiled awkwardly: "Talk the truth, talk about the truth."

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"According to the national teacher, what tactics does Mochu use to attack?"

Mojilian said coldly: "We grassland people are used to fighting, and they use cavalry to rush, and they are all wise swords and spears. They never set up any formations. They fight with speed and ruthlessness. They attack the enemy formation like a whirlwind, leaving countless corpses, either the enemy or our own."

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "You mean. Mochuo doesn't use any tricks, nor does he set up any formations in military tactics. He waved the flag in his hand, and then thousands of troops rushed over together?"

"Yes, don't think we are indisciplined when we charge, and we are despised. In fact, when we fight, we rely entirely on war horses to win with speed and ferocity. We have no time to perform any formation. The enemy has been defeated by us, and the enemy's head has also left his body. The strategy and tricks are the actions of the weak, and it is not worth mentioning in front of the real strong."

Fang Zheng was stunned and quickly exchanged a look with Feng Qiudao. The two reached a consensus.

This old man is pretending to be a fool and looking down on the plot? How did your Guludu Khan die? Didn’t he be killed by the King of Thailand?

Mojiren paused and sighed, "But now I can't say whether Mochu would use a trick. Since the Thai king of your country defected to him, Mochu has frequently made tricks. I am also a smarter Turkic person. But every time I am still beaten to a mess, Mochu, he was originally a fierce wolf shooting, but now he has become a sinister and cunning poison.

Fang Zheng pondered: "In this way, if you want to defeat Mochu, you must first remove the King of Thailand."

Mojilian glanced at Fang Zheng and said, "The King of Thailand is now in the Chai Mengshan army. The 20,000 troops of Chai Mengshan are stationed in Kaiping, which is more than 200 miles away, and is horned with Mochu's 90,000 main forces. Once the war begins, Mochu's main forces will be fully attacked. Chai Mengshan attacks our army's flanks with surprise troops, one right and one strange. This tactic often makes me frustrated and cares about my head and end, so that more defeats and fewer wins,"

As he said that, Mojilian unfolded a sheepskin map and pointed to the map and said, "Look. Mochuo's two soldiers, one is his main force of 90,000, stationed in Yumuchuan, and the other is 20,000 soldiers and horses from Chai Mengshan, stationed in Kaiping. The two are only more than a hundred miles apart and echo each other. Marshal Fang, take a closer look, do they look like two sharp horns facing us, Tashan Da

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Fang Zheng looked closer and saw two relatively curved horns on the map, and the horns of the horns were pointed towards Tashan.

Mo Jilian sighed with a dark look and said, "I don't know this kind of magical and versatile tactic. It's a pity that we have too few troops. If we are surprised, we can't do the full results, so we are always beaten to dust by Mo Chu.

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and looked at Feng Qiudao again, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master National Master, Chai Mengshan, we will help you kill him!"

Mo Jilian stared at Fang Zheng in disbelief. He originally meant this. He was not afraid of Mo Chuo's straightforward style of playing. What he was afraid of was the scheming King of Thailand and Chai Mengshan. The two of them were together, which was harder than ten Mo Chuo. No one knew which dark corner this army would run to next, and stab him unexpectedly. He had enough of this insidious army.

"Is Marshal Fang's words true?" Mo Ji stared at Fang Zheng for a moment.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "I am the commander of the army. There is no joke in the army, so how can I make jokes?"

Mojilian said suspiciously: "The Marshal knocked down Chaijian Mountain, there is no other condition?"

Fang Zheng said unhappily: "Old Mo, who do you think of me? Am I like the kind of person who takes conditions for military and national affairs? You and I are already an Allied forces, so you must trust each other unconditionally. Getting rid of Mochu is the common goal of both of us. We must work selflessly for this goal."

Mojilian thought about it. At present, the two armies were allies, and Fang Zheng really had no reason to use tricks on him. After all, he still had 50,000 brave soldiers under his command, and the enemy was right in front of him. The outcome was unpredictable. Fang Zheng would not be stupid enough to use tricks to harm him. He probably wouldn't do such an act of destroying the Great Wall. In this way, the Huachao army really wanted to send troops to destroy Chai Mengshan's troops.

Thinking of this, Mojilian couldn't help but be overjoyed and bowed to Fang Zheng and smiled: "Thank you, the marshal for sending troops. I and all the Turkic soldiers are grateful for the marshal's righteous actions. May the true gods guarantee you

"Hey, stop. I've said it many times, your true God can't get me."

Moji suffocated and then smiled and said, "Yes, I don't know how the marshal intends to annihilate Chai Mengshan's troops? Although this army has more than 20,000 people, he is really a concern for us. If we don't annihilate him first, our war with Mochu would probably be full of variables."

Fang Zheng thought for a while and said, "I will go back and discuss it carefully with the generals under my command. In short, first destroy Chai Mengshan and the King of Thailand, and then concentrate on annihilation of Mochu. This general strategy can be determined.

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To be continued...