The King of Thailand sat in the camp, looking dazed, and his face looked particularly pale and uneasy.

His eyes were still covered with a white cloth towel. The doctor had diagnosed and treated him, but Fang Zheng's eyes were forever ruined.

Whenever I think of this, the King of Thailand's teeth will make the princess clatter.

Due to blindness, the most he did was to sit in his tent, thinking, and looking back on his life.

Is it worth it to get to where it is today?

He is now the most favored strategist under Mochu Khan's tent. Mochu's favor for him was extremely high. He treated him as a guest of honor, and even intended to be named the national teacher.

From the prince to the national teacher, the King of Thailand couldn't help but smile deeply.

He understood that no matter how Mochu reuses him and favors him, in the eyes of others, he is still just a dog that Mochu is. No matter how bright the halo on his head is, he is still just a dog used by his master. Maybe someone smarter than him will appear in the future, and then the value of his dog will be lost. Waiting to be replaced by others, the bright halo on his head will be worn overnight on others' heads, and he is nothing.

His Royal Highness, who was once famous, can only be helpless in a deserted and desolate foreign country. How could God do anything to do?

The candlelight as big as a bean swayed gently, but the King of Thailand did not notice it.

He lost the light, but he needed it. Even if his eyes couldn't see a trace of light, he still ordered people to light the room. He himself couldn't say what kind of mentality this was. He only felt that the surroundings were surrounded by light, so the fear in his heart would be slightly relieved.

Yes, fear, he was scared.

Since learning that Fang Zheng had vowed to the Northern Expedition and led a 100,000 army out of the capital, the King of Thailand fell into deep fear.

Fang Zheng, the life and death enemy that made him grit his teeth and hate him, and trembled and feared, came, like a ghost chasing his life and soul, following him like a shadow. Wherever he went, Fang Zheng would see him, never stop until he died.

Could it be that he is the nemesis of my destiny? The King of Thailand sighed to the sky.

God is not strong, why do you like this thug-like civilian?

Pan Shangshu was beaten by him, the prince was beaten by him, and King Shou was demoted to a commoner because of him and was exiled to a very evil place. He lost the Jiangnan that he had been in charge for many years. He fled far away from the grassland like a broken dog, and lived a worried life every day. He was already such a land, so why didn't he let me go?

Thinking of this, the King of Thailand clenched his fists tightly, and his handsome face was distorted and extremely hideous and terrifying.

A gust of wind lifted the curtain of the camp, and the candlelight on the table swayed wildly, like a small boat in the sea of ​​anger, and was weakly accepting the mercy of fate, just like the current situation of the King of Thailand.

I don't know if I have any awareness, but the blind Thai king suddenly raised his head and subconsciously "looked" at the curtain of the camp, and his expression suddenly appeared a little frightened and uneasy.

The night outside the tent was quiet, everything was quiet, everything was as usual, and nothing was wrong.

But the King of Thailand still felt a palpitation, like a deer who had premonitioned the coming of danger, his whole face turned pale, and his pair of Bai Zhe's hands began to tremble slightly.

As if he was verified of his horror, suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves ran from far to near, and almost at the same time, the long neighing of war horses and the crying and screaming of soldiers came from outside the camp, as well as the muffled sound of the golden iron swords as they slaughtered into their bodies.

Hearing these sounds, the King of Thailand's face turned pale like a dead person, and cold sweat flowed along his forehead to his chin. His lips couldn't stop trembling and trembling like an old man this year. He stood up with his body trembling. Because he was blind and unable to see things, he knocked over the short gust and embroidered bench in front of him, but he didn't realize it, and murmured: "Come" You are finally here."

Before he finished speaking, a roar came from a hundred steps outside the tent: "Kill Chai Mengshan and the King of Thailand and make contributions to the country!"

"Slay Chai Mengshan and the King of Thailand and make contributions to the country!"

Hu Zhen is like a mountain collapse and a crack in the earth, coming from all directions.

In the camp, Taiji looked pale and had already collapsed on the ground, and his whole body began to spasm.

The sound of horse hooves like thunder filled the camp in Chai Mengshan. Qin Chong divided 20,000 troops and ordered them to light the camp everywhere. He led 30,000 people to rush towards the central army commander's tent.

Chai Mengshan must die, and the King of Thailand must die. This is the military order issued by Qin Chong in front of Fang Zheng, and the military order is like a mountain.

The soldiers under Chai Mengshan were awakened. Outside the barracks, they were panicked and put on their clothes. They were so quick that they had picked up their weapons and ran towards the stables not far away. Unfortunately, they had just taken a few steps and were ruthlessly killed by the Huachao soldiers who had been waiting for a long time.

The soldiers of the Huachao held torches in their hands and ignited every barracks. The fire soared into the sky, and there was a panic cry in the camp. A strong wind blew, and the fire took advantage of the wind and ignited half of the camp in the blink of an eye.

After all, Chai Mengshan's command was an elite soldier who had been through life and death. In such a panic situation, some soldiers still ran out of the barracks and successfully avoided the sharp blades of the soldiers under Qin Chong's command. They ran to the stable, took out the war horses, and assembled in an orderly manner. Some of them quickly ran towards the central army commander's tent.

Qin Chong's eyes had already risen with excitement, which looked particularly weird against the backdrop of the fire. He ran, and 30,000 soldiers behind him followed him like shadows. Everyone's face showed a fanatic look, and the long sword in his hand was rising, and the blade reflected a cold breath of death in the fire.

Qin Chong looked up and looked at the Central Army not far away. A large handsome flag was flying high at the top of a tent in the center. Qin Chong looked even more excited when he saw this handsome flag.

Chai Mengshan is in this tent, and perhaps the King of Thailand is also inside. Killing these two people at this slightest will be half better than the husband. "Soldiers, follow me! Chai Mengshan is inside!" Qin Chongyang shouted, and the point of the sword tip was the handsome tent.

During the chaotic fight and massacre, the soldiers of the Hua Dynasty quickly assembled into a team, and 30,000 people were divided into three routes, extending to the flanks, and bypassing the commander's tents. All the enemy troops seen along the route were killed by horses, and the tents passed by set fire to ignite, and then formed a siege of encirclement to the commander's tent. In the middle, under the leadership of Qin Zhong, it was like a sharp spear, which rode its horse and accelerated toward the commander's tent.

"boom!"

A powerful deputy general next to Qin Chong cut the cowhide covered on the coach's tent with a shot. With one round, the cowhide covered in the entire tent was torn off with a spear. Under the raging fire, the cowhide covered in the tent could be seen clearly in the coach's tent.

No one!

Qin Chong's heart suddenly sank. Could it be a plan? His thoughts turned like lightning. He carefully reviewed the details of the operation before and after, and confirmed that he had done everything he could.

But how could there be no one in the handsome tent?

Just as Qin Chong was in a short while, he suddenly heard a violent shout from a hundred steps away from the left: "Who is the thief who dares to steal my camp?"

Qin Chong came back to his senses and turned his head to look at him. He saw that there were about three or four thousand people gathered into a formation a hundred steps away. Although they were all dressed in dishevel, they were not panicked at all when they rode on the horse. He held a sabre in his hands and stared at the soldiers of Hua Chao. A general in the head of the formation sat upright on the horse, with a black face and a short beard on his face, and he looked fierce and smart. He was wearing a white underwear. It was obvious that the matter was suddenly started, and he didn't even have time to wear the outer robe, so he hurriedly got on the horse.

Qin Chong looked at him carefully, then strode his horse to face him, shouting in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The man suddenly laughed at the sky and said, "Didn't you kill Chai Mengshan all the time? I'm standing in front of you now, and if you have the will, I will come and take my life!"

Qin Chong's pupils contracted into needle tips and said coldly: "Are you Chai Mengshan?"

Chai Mengshan laughed and said, "Yes, I am the abandoned general of Hua Chao, Chai Mengshan! You thieves, think that the number of people is more than me, so I am afraid? Mochu Khan's reinforcements were already on the road and arrived in an instant. Just tens of thousands of people dared to steal my camp. It was simply life or death!"

Qin Chong put his sword into the sheath, reached out to take the spear in the hand of the drunken general beside him, looked at Chai Mengshan, and slowly said: "Chai Mengshan, I am a general under the command of Marshal Fang Zheng, the Northern Expedition. If the judge of the underworld asked you who died, you can answer him, my name is Qin Chong."

Chai Mengshan stopped laughing and said in surprise: "Qin Chong? Is Qin Chong, the deputy general of the city defense army under the former prince?"

When Qin Chong heard this, his face twitched a few times, and a bit of anger appeared in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "In the past, Qin Chong was dead, but today, Qin Chong only knows how to kill the enemy and serve the country and eliminate thieves for the country. Chai Mengshan, you were born in Huachao and raised in Huachao, and have been guarding the border for generations, but now you surrender to the Turks and help the evildoers. Qin is ordered by Marshal Fang to kill the rebels. Chai Mengshan, come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chong urged his horse to move forward, then whipped it violently, and the war horse was in pain and ran forward. Qin Chong's body was half lying on the saddle, with a long spear in his hand flat, and the cold and sharp spear tip pointed straight at Chai Mengshan.

Seeing that Qin Chong was very anxious, Chai Mengshan laughed, and his eyes were filled with infinite fighting spirit and murderous intent, and shouted: "I, Chai Mengshan, have been guarding Youzhou for many years, and I am also a famous general of a generation. How could I be afraid of you?"

As he said that, Chai Mengshan also urged his horse to move forward, waved a big knife more than meter long in his hand, and faced Qin Zhong without retreating.

The two generals rode their horses and became closer and closer. Soon, the spear and the big sword collided, making a deafening clang. Then the two of them immediately used their life skills and fought fiercely.

The soldiers of both sides also stopped fighting and slowly retreated, creating a wide open space for the fierce generals.

The two fought for about a hundred rounds, but there was no winner. A deputy general who was surging the formation looked at the sky anxiously and suddenly shouted: "General Qin, the enemy reinforcements are coming, quick battle is the best!"

Qin Chong, who was in the battle, was shocked when he heard this. This place was less than a hundred miles away from Mochu's main camp. At this moment, Mochu must have known that Chai Mengshan camp was attacked, and reinforcements must be on the road. It is not appropriate to fight more and do it quickly. Otherwise, the 50,000 soldiers who followed him would be greatly damaged. How can I explain to Marshal Fang at that time?

Thinking of this, Qin Chong suddenly shot out with a spike, stabbing Chai Mengshan under the ribs with a tricky angle. Chai Mengshan rode on the horse and avoided the shot. When he raised his sword and slashed at Qin Chong, he saw that Qin Chong had already shot with a fake shot, turned his head and retreated.

Chai Mengshan was overjoyed and said with a grim smile: "What? The wind and color are wrong. Do you want to escape? Where can you escape?"

After saying that, Chai Mengshan urged the horse to chase after him.

Qin Chong leaned on the saddle and looked back at Chai Mengshan from time to time. Seeing that he was urging the horse to chase him closer and closer, Qin Chong pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a strange smile. When Chai Mengshan was only one distance from him, Qin Chong suddenly threw the stirrup and flashed his body, using his superb riding skills, hid his body under the horse's belly, and shouted loudly: "Shoot the arrow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chai Mengshan's eyelids suddenly leaped a few times, and his heart suddenly sank. Before he could react, he saw a rain of arrows as fast as a meteor shot towards him. Chai Mengshan opened his eyes in horror and subconsciously covered his head and face with his hands. However, the rain of arrows came very fast and it was too late. He could only hear a few dull sounds. In the blink of an eye, Chai Mengshan's tall body was hit by several arrows.

The Hua Chao soldiers who shot the arrow seemed not to want to let him go. Before he could scream in pain, another rain of arrows came.

Chai Mengshan felt that the strength on his body was quickly poured out with the wound. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Qin Zhong, who was hiding under the horse's belly in front of him. His left hand, which was pulling the reins, slowly released. His body, which was sitting on the horse, shook it a few times, then fell to the ground and planted it. At the same time, countless sharp arrows shot his body.

The heavy sound of landing made Qin Chong finally come out of Ma Shengyi, turned his head to see Chai Mengshanfan landing. He was covered with sharp arrows. Qin Chong hurriedly held the horse, then turned the horse's head, and a look of excitement on his face.

"Chai Mengshan is dead! Chai Mengshan is dead!"

Qin Chong rode his horse back and forth, shouting excitedly in front of the formation, and his murderous eyes stared at the three or four thousand hurried groups of Chai Mengshan's troops opposite.

The soldiers of Huachao saw this scene in their eyes. They suddenly became motivated and shouted happily: "Chai Mengshan is dead! Chai Mengshan is dead!"

Amid the cheers of landslides and tsunamis, Qin Chong faced Hanshuang, raised his sword and pointed forward, and shouted: "Kill! No living mouth left."

Under the dim candlelight, Fang Zheng and Mo Ji sat opposite each other.

"Master Fang, are you sure your subordinates will successfully kill Chai Mengshan and the King of Thailand?" Mo Jilian held the wine glass and kept this posture for a long time, his expression full of hesitation.

"Old Mo, do you have to have confidence in me? Qin Chong and Feng Qiudao, my subordinates, are famous generals who are unstoppable. They brought 100,000 people out of the camp. If even the more than 20,000 people in Chai Mengshan cannot match them, how can I be embarrassed to sit here and drink with you?"

Mo Jilian's eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "Marantor Fang is so sure, I won't say anything. What should we do next after annihilation of Chai Mengshan?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Next, I, Hua Chao, returned to the court, and let you and Mochu fight each other and it is no longer our business.

"Ah?" Mojilian was shocked when he heard this.

"Oh, Master National Master, let's make a joke. You know I have always had a sense of humor. "We are allies, how could we leave you alone? Our Chinese people must have a beginning and an end to do things. By the way, do you do the business I mentioned to you last time?"

"What business? Mojilian said with a stuttering look on his face.

He really couldn't keep up with the marshal's jumping thinking. He was talking about war just now, why did he do business again in a blink of an eye?

Fang Zheng frowned and said unhappily: "I brought thousands of boxes of Ruyuzhai's powder. Why do you always choose to forget some important things? This problem is not good. One thousand boxes of powder, each box will give you nine waves, and ninety taels of silver will be sold to you. How about it? I am considering the young and tender skin of the grassland girls. Look at the Turkic girls in your tribe. The skin is rough like old tree bark, which makes people unable to even have the desire to tease when they see it.

, National Master, you must thoroughly review yourself! Without our Ruyuzhai’s cosmetics, you Turkic girls are all bad people, how can you get on the table? The Turkic people have fought a civil war for several years and their population has dropped sharply. It is the time when you need to increase your production and serve the country. But who can’t get impulsive when you see it? Men cannot get impulsive, how can you give birth to the next generation of Turkic? National Master, you have to raise this matter to a political perspective.

Fang Zheng said something so hard that he picked up the wine glass and raised his head to drink a big sip of wine.

Moji's eyes were straightened and said, "You" you said this great news to ask me to buy your thousand boxes of powder?"

Fang Zheng smiled happily: "The national teacher is so smart. Of course, it's more than a thousand boxes. If the market needs it, I can make thousands more boxes at any time. The Turkic girls dress up beautifully and smell good. Men are interested in galloping around them. Put yourself in their shoes. If you sleep next to you every night, but a sow, you will definitely not be happy, let alone do that with it, unless you turn off the lights.

Mo Jilian's face gradually rose to anger and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Fang, let me tell you the truth. I, Turks, are now in trouble with internal and external affairs, and will never use silver to do these meaningless things. I can't bear this thousand boxes of powder."

Fang Zheng was disappointed when he heard this and shook his head and said, "You are really an old-fashioned, old feudal, it's really hard for me to communicate with you. Oh, I asked, can you be more enthusiastic? Last time we drank, you also made a little slept with a small lamb. Why did we drink only one plate of wild vegetables today? The treatment is worse day by day." Fang Zheng took the chopsticks and picked the only plate of wild vegetables in front of the two of them, looking very dissatisfied.

Mojilian smiled awkwardly and said, "Marantor Fang, my grassland man has always been hospitable, but, alas! My life is not easy for me, please forgive me."

Fang Zheng was stunned, then smiled with some insight, took a mouthful of wild vegetables, and said slowly: "Old Mo, we have known each other for several years. It's wrong to cry in front of me. You won't be so poor that you only eat wild vegetables, right?"

Mojilian's expression changed several times, and finally smiled bitterly: "Ship Fang Yao, I won't hide it from you. My Turkic tribe is not having a good life now. Since the marshal is here today, I might as well say bluntly that the food and grass that your country sponsored me two months ago has been eaten up now, I am."

Looking at Fang Zheng's smile-like expression, Moji gritted his teeth and said, "I want to ask your country to allocate some food and grass for emergency treatment. After I pacify the grassland, I will definitely return it!"

The scene suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, Fang Zheng suddenly laughed, laughing happily. After a while, he began to shout loudly: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Mo Jilian said in surprise: "Master Fang, what is "suppression,"?

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "Bangbang, it is the custom of our Huachao. Every time our Huachao people want to help others, they will always scream a few times to show that "helping others is the basis of happiness."

Of course, the same sound will be made, but the French Normal University probably doesn't like this,
Chapter completed!