In the tent, "Lu Zheng half-kneeled on the simple bed and gently rubbed Fang Zheng

Although he was already Fang Zheng's wife, Xiaolu still never forgets her original maid's identity. She often acts like a maid who specializes in serving him, and she does not have the consciousness of being a noble lady at all. Before this expedition, the fat man issued an order to add an imperial decree to several of Fang Zheng's wives, Xiaolu is now considered a noble decree lady, but her performance is still the same as when she was a maid before. Fang Zheng's food, clothing, housing and transportation in the camp was handled by her own hands and would not allow others to take over.

What a rare quality of wealth and honor, Fang Zheng saw it and loved Xiao Lu more and more. There were big men in the camp. Fang Zheng was not used to those thick-handed and thick-legged personal soldiers to serve him, so he did not object to Xiao Lu's service. Putting aside the official title and edict, it was natural for his wife to serve her husband.

Of course, it is natural for your husband to give him a favor, and to do some courtesy affection for his wife.

Xiaolu, I have already found out the whereabouts of your mother and sent someone to contact her." Fang Zheng squinted his eyes and hummed comfortably while saying casually.

Xiao Lu didn't know much about looking for Lu's mother, and Fang Zheng never told her the progress of the matter in detail, because there were too many uncertainties in this matter, and in the face of troubled times, life was like grass. It might not be necessary for her mother to live in these things. If what she found out was not good news, wouldn't Lu be very sad?

So Fang Zheng dared to tell this matter until he was sure that her mother was still alive and contacted her.

When Xiao Lu heard this, she suddenly stopped rubbing Fang Zheng's shoulders, and then her whole body trembled slightly.

"Young Master", you mean, my mother, she" has been found? Xiao Lu covered her mouth, widened her eyes, and said softly as if she was disbelief.

Fang Zheng nodded and smiled, "Yes, I've found it. Although it took a lot of trouble, I finally found her whereabouts. In a few days, you mother and daughter can be reunited."

Xiaolu's beautiful eyes showed a surprise look, then her long eyelashes blinked a few times, and tears quickly fell in her eyes.

"Young Master" Young Master, thank you Xiao Lu for covering her mouth, hugging Fang Zheng's neck tightly from behind, and crying in silence.

Fang Zheng's face turned red, and then turned purple; his hands were swinging hard in the air, and his feet kept kicking on the ground.

"Don't thank you now, thank you next year," come to my grave to thank me."

"Hmm? What does the young master mean? Bu Lu still had two lines of tears in his eyes and asked in confusion.

"I, you are about to be strangled to death and let me go. Fang Zheng's tears also came out. He was suffering from brain congestion.

"Oh! Xiao Lu realized that she quickly let go of her hand, quickly apologized, and kept rubbing Fang Zheng's neck.

Fang Zheng gasped for a while and smiled bitterly.

The commander of the Northern Expedition Army was strangled to death by his wife in the coach's tent. This news is indeed very explosive, but not very glorious.

With a guilty mood, Xiaolu carefully rubbed Fang Zheng's neck for a while, and then said softly: "Young Master, my mother." How are she doing now? Have she been a Turkic person?"

Fang Zheng understood what she meant and smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's because your mother is lucky. She happened to be attracted by Mochu Khan. However, your mother was very loyal and never let Mochu succeed. Mochu couldn't bear to harm your mother's life. The two sides confronted each other like this and they were in peace for several years.

Xiaolu heard the pretty face pale, she stroked her breasts and said with gratitude, then she looked anxious and said, "Young Master, can you rescue my mother as soon as possible? That Mochuo was eyeing my mother, and my mother would stay in the Turkic camp for one more day and then have one more day of danger."

Fang Zheng patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I have arranged the manpower and lurked in the Turkic camp. It may be a bit difficult to assassinate Mochu. It is okay to protect your mother's safety. In a few days, my shadow will rescue your mother smoothly. Haha, just wait for the mother and daughter to reunite."

As he said that, Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

It is said that this mother-in-law is as beautiful as a fairy. She is even two points better than Xiao Lu. Such a beautiful mature woman cannot be criticized by that old guy Mo Chuo. She wants to be my cheap father-in-law? No way!

Xiaolu didn't realize Fang Zheng's little thoughts. Hearing this, Fang Zheng was extremely grateful. When he thought that his mother, who had been separated for many years, would soon be able to reunite with her. Xiaolu couldn't help but feel sad and happy. The bitterness and pressure over the past five years suddenly eased and her whole body became exhausted.

Looking up at Fang Zheng's handsome face, Xiaolu felt sincerely grateful. Her husband tried his best to reunite their mother and daughter for her. This gratitude was so great that it could be said that the sky was high and the sea was deep. Without her knowledge, he did all this for himself silently, just to love her and feel sorry for the torment she suffered day and night for worrying about her mother. God is fair. He cruelly broke up his happy family, but he also made up for such a affectionate husband. It was worth it.

At this moment, Xiaolu's resentment towards God was hidden deep in her heart, and all of it disappeared without a trace. As a son-in-law like this, God has treated him well.

Thinking of this, a layer of water gradually floated in the green eyes, the grateful eyes suddenly changed their taste. The eyes that looked at Fang Zheng slowly became charming, delicate, and filled with a slightly green lustful meaning.

Fang Bei saw that Xiaolu seemed to have changed. His small body exuded the charm of a mature woman. Although he was still a little immature and not as natural as his mother, he could see clearly the lust in her eyes.

"You" What does it mean to look at me like this?" Fang Zheng was a little nervous, and he wrapped his hands around his chest. He said with a little carelessness: "Hey, Xiaolu, your eyes are very aggressive tonight. What do you want to do?"

The little girl wouldn't have learned bad things from Yue Niang, right? If she really wants to force me to associate with me, "I'm following, I won't follow. Oh, so shy, one by one. ※

After thinking about it, Fang Zheng decided not to resist. Xiaolu and Yue Niang knew martial arts skills. This young master could not beat her. It was a normal and logical thing to be forced to be pushed by her.

As she was thinking about it, Xiaolu had already fallen into his ears, exhaling like orchids and her eyes were as charming as silk. Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a swaying heart. Although this girl is not old, she has the potential to be a fairy. She used to hide herself deeply...

"Young Master Xiao Lu wants to serve you well tonight. Thank you for everything you have done for Xiao Lu." Xiao Lu murmured in a low voice.

"No need" to be polite!" Fang Zheng gritted his teeth and tried hard to restrain the impulse in his heart. He was still waiting for Xiao Lu to take the initiative to push him down.

Xiaolu's beautiful eyes were already confused, and the lust in her eyes burned like a fiery fire.

She walked gracefully to Fang Zheng and stretched out her hand. She seemed to tease her and thoughtfully, gently stroked the hardness of his lower body.

"Oh" Fang Zheng let out a ecstatic cry.

Before this, Xiaolu had a pretty face red, slowly squatted down and liberated the uninformed object under Fang Zheng's crotch from his pants. Fang Zheng felt a chill in his lower body. Then, he felt that his hardness was incorporated into a warm and humid place. The pleasure made Fang Zheng tremble,

"Xiao Lu" didn't expect, oh "I didn't expect you to know this trick." Fang Zheng was surprised and happy. He endured the pleasure and said with all his strength.

“Um…

"Oh, more powerful, more powerful

“Ah, no, no, no,"

"Young Master, don't you like this?"

"No, I mean, don't stop."

,”

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Fang Zheng and Xiao Lu were in the handsome tent. In the golden king's tent of Turkic Mochu Khan, who was less than fifty miles apart, Mochu had a gloomy face and was preparing for the final battle.

"There are still 80,000 brave soldiers who are invincible in battle under my tent. Although the number of soldiers in the Northern Expedition of the Chinese Dynasty is more than us, they are just a group of mobs. Over the years, we Turks have plundered cities and villages in the Chinese Dynasty countless times, as if we were entering a no-man's land. We fought with the so-called border troops of the Chinese Dynasty many times, and we were beaten to pieces by us once? Therefore, it is not terrible that there are many people. The eagle will always be an eagle and will never be bullied by a group of local dogs. Our Turkic nation has the highest level of the people in the High China Dynasty!"

The Turkic generals in the tent were incited by the words of Moshuo, and those who were originally worried about the decisive battle finally left their minds after hearing these words.

Yes, every time they fight with the Chinese people, they were defeated by our Turkic soldiers with one blow? What are the fears of too many people? The great Khan is right, do eagles need to be afraid of local dogs?

Mochu slowly looked around the generals and was quite satisfied with the reactions of everyone. He continued: "Since ancient times, the north has been strong and the south has weak. But why are the southerners the only ones? They have fertile land and prosperous cities. They eat fragrant rice, drink mellow wine, wear smooth silk, and hug the beautiful women with white skin. They, those weak and powerless southerners who only know how to eat, drink and enjoy themselves, get these? These should be our Turks!"

"It's ours! It's ours!" the generals shouted in unison with excitement.

Mochu waved his hand vigorously, stared at his vicious eyes, and said with a hissing: "The world's products are abundant. All beautiful and exquisite things should be obtained through battle! Ben Khan decided to fight against the Huachao people and the damn Turkic rebel Moji in a row. If this battle is won, there will be no more things in the world that will stop us Turkic people! We Turkic people not only have vast grasslands, but also have to go south to snatch the things that the southerners have, including cities, beauties, gold, silver and jewelry! These are all ours! It should be ours!"

At the end of the day, Mochu was like a fierce hungry wolf. His eyes showed a greedy look, and his eyes were already blood-red.

"Snatch it! Snatch it!"

The entire king's tent was boiling, and the Turkic generals, like Mo Chuo, showed greed and screamed like crazy. They were full of confidence and no longer had any worries about the more than 100,000 Northern Expedition Army of the China Dynasty. With the combat power of the Turks, they should not have been worried.

As Mochu expected, after some incitement, his morale was indeed as strong as the rainbow. Mochu looked at the crazy generals under the tent and smiled with satisfaction.

"The order of the Khan is passed on to the order of the Khan, and three days later, we will fight against the Huachao people and Mojilian! The Khan plans to divide the 80,000 soldiers under his command into three routes, of which the flanks are 20,000 and the central army is 40,000. The army will attack the Huachao camp in three days later! The Huachao camp is located by the Yu River, and it is God who helps me the Turks! If they don't die under the sword of our soldiers, they will definitely drown in the Yu River."

"Great Khan, we are willing to obey your orders!"

"After this battle, no one in the world can stop our Turkic iron hooves. We can get whatever we want!"

"Turkish victories!"

I'm late in the update and the word count is low, I think this is normal."

Oh, don’t hit, don’t hit!

OK, I was wrong” I became a shameful business party again.

In fact, I didn't start typing tonight when I was old. During the day, I reviewed the book I wrote from scratch to see what pit I had buried before and didn't fill it in.

I can't help but want to praise myself. I have written more than 10,000 words in one year. I am so awesome. How did my head grow? It's so incredible." Khan built a military force and decided to fight the Northern Expedition Army in three days.

The date of the decisive battle is kept confidential. It is limited to the senior generals above the 10000-strong commander under Mochu's tent. It is impossible to disclose the specific implementation time, purpose, etc. of the military operation from ancient times to the present. This is related to the victory or defeat of a war. No general will tell them loudly in front of the soldiers of the army that we will launch a surprise attack or a decisive battle on a certain place at a certain time. Please tell everyone about it... Such a general is definitely a 25-year-old. Even if he is not, he is just a cannon fodder character who will die on the battlefield.

When Mochuo and a group of senior generals waved their fists in the tent and howled freely with fighting spirit, no one noticed that the curtain behind the tent shook slightly without notice, and a pair of beautiful and cold eyes flashed away.

These eyes belong to a woman. There is no one else except Yan Yang.

No one cares about her, a woman, and she is the woman Khan admires the most. Even if she hears something, what's the point? If this battle is won, Mochu Khan will become the only master on this land, and Khan's glory is also the glory of his women. Who would suspect that a woman trapped in the Turkic camp would have an adverse action against their military operations?

The balance of victory or defeat in the war is occasionally quietly tilted invisible among the details.

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At night, the generals had dispersed, and Mochu was drunk because of the excitement before the war.

He had to be drunk. War is a game played by big men. To be more precise, it is a big gamble between big men, winning or losing, with only these two results. It is obvious that Mochu felt that he had the advantage.

He had the most powerful and fierce cavalry in the world, he had the support of a large number of Turkic people, and more importantly, he saw through the fatal weaknesses of the Chinese people.

The weakness lies in the arrangement of the Huachao camp.

It is a taboo for military strategists to camp with backs to the water. More than 100,000 Northern Expedition Army built a camp with backs to Yuhe. One foot of these more than 100,000 people was equivalent to entering the gates of hell. Their coach Fang Zheng was just a young man after all, and he was valued by the Southern Emperor by flattery and did not understand military affairs at all. Is such a coach worthy of being the enemy of his pride in the grassland Mochu? He was drunk and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Mochu's mouth. He was confident that he could defeat Fang Zheng in one battle.

If the enemy is narrow and not listed, God praises me. Isn’t it okay to block and slap it?

As for his old rival Mojilian, he had changed from an eagle to a rat that was stealing from a feeding everywhere, and he was even less worried. After defeating the Northern Expedition Army of the Hua Dynasty, he could take action to deal with this old guy at any time.

The drunken fatigue gradually surged into my heart, and Mochu fell asleep with a satisfied smile.

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The grassland shrouded in the night seemed to be heavy, and even the moonlight became dim.

On the east side of the Mochuo King's tent, thousands of Turkic soldiers lined up to patrol, paying close attention to all the movements around them.

This is where the Turks concentrated on stockpiling grass and drinking water for war horses. Tens of thousands of horses were fed by special horse wranglers when they were not fighting. Raising horses is not as simple as letting horses eat grass on the grassland. Adult war horses need to be taken care of. The grass must be cut off by the horse wrangler, then spread it in the sun, and then cut the dried grass into pieces with a guillotine to facilitate the horse's chewing and digestion. The horse's drinking water must also be paid special attention to, although Mochu sets the camp by the Yu River at this time. However, in summer, the water in the Yu River is turbid, and the horse wrangler can only put the water in a special reservoir and drink it for the horse after precipitating impurities.

Since war horses are the most important reliance tools for the Turks to fight, the places where war horses are raised and food are hoarded and drinking water have always been very cautious and cannot be missed.

Under the night, a woman in white clothes and white skirt and jade crown walked towards the stables in a white dress.
To be continued...