"Who? Stop!"

Hearing the movement, the soldiers patrolling were as if they were facing a great enemy. They pulled out their scimitars and pointed at the figure and shouted.

"I..." The woman was a little panicked, stunned for a while, then she tried to maintain her indifferent appearance and said coldly: "Don't you even recognize me?"

The soldiers were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and looked at them with the faint light of torches. Then everyone looked stern, and they stroked their chests with their left hands and saluted, "I have seen Concubine Yan."

Yan Yang's hand, which was held in his sleeve, clenched into his fists, and a layer of wet sweat emerged from the palm of his hand.

"You're welcome, Khan has already fallen asleep. I'll walk around and patrol the camp on behalf of Khan..."

"Concubine Yan, Khan has an order that you are not allowed to leave the tent of the king a hundred steps away. This place is too far from the tent. Please ask Concubine Yan to return the tent. Otherwise, Khan will blame him and we cannot afford it." A Turkic man who looked like a centurion stepped forward and bowed.

Yan Yang's face looked a little angry: "You always call me Concubine Yan, but in fact you treat me as a prisoner. You are so bold!"

The centurion's face tightened and he hurriedly bowed, "You are Khan's favorite woman. How dare we offend it? It's Khan's order that we dare not disobey Khan's order."

Yan Yang's pretty face couldn't help but look a little nervous. His delicate body shook for a moment without notice. Then he gritted his teeth, deliberately pretending to be arrogant and unreasonable, and shouted loudly: "I won't go back! I'm going to walk here and take a look, why? Do you dare to kill me?"

The centurion's face suddenly turned bitter. Who dares to kill you? Who doesn't know that you are Khan's favorite woman? Will we still survive if we kill you?

After the two sides were in a stalemate for a long time, the centurion finally sighed and said helplessly: "Concubine Yan, this is just a place to stock up on forage, there is nothing good to look at. Why do you insist on watching here..."

Yan Yang said coldly: "I just want to inspect on behalf of Khan to see if you are lazy on the night patrol, and whether there are any spies in your forage farm that have been involved in the enemy. If you obstruct me so much, is there a ghost in your heart?"

The centurion's eyelids twitched and hurriedly said, "Concubine Yan's words are so heavy... OK. Please go in and take a look. I just want you to return the account after reading it. If you make a mistake, we can't afford it..."

Yan Yang hummed, then raised his head, proudly walked into the hay-covered forage farm covered with hay, and looked around pretending to behave. When she passed by the reservoir, she suddenly stopped and reached into the pool, feeling the cold and soft coolness of the water. Her pretty face couldn't help but show a comfortable expression, and she couldn't help but look at the centurion and the Turkic warriors who were following her closely. She was worthy of being the woman Khan liked. Every frown and smile was full of all kinds of charm, which was so beautiful...

The pool is very big, like a small lake. After all, this pool is for tens of thousands of war horses to drink, and it doesn't work at all if it is small.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned, a large number of things slid from Yan Yang's sleeves and fell into the reservoir along his hands. In that way, things were powdery and melted when they entered the water. Under the cover of the dark night, no one noticed it.

Yan Yang breathed a sigh of relief without feeling that the son-in-law whom she had never met had asked for her help, and finally got it done.

Standing up straight, she swayed around the forage yard again, and then said coldly: "Hmph, forget it, I'm too lazy to look at it anymore, go back to the account now, the war with the Huachao people is about to begin. You should be more alert at night patrols and beware of the Huachao people's sneak attacks."

The centurion was ashamed of a general amnesty and hurriedly said, "Yes, Concubine Yan, the night is too dark, I will send someone to send you back to the account..."

"You don't need to pretend to be kind, I will leave myself!"

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For two consecutive days, both the Chinese and Turkic sides were preparing for war.

Small-scale tentative attacks have never stopped, without declaring war, without proclamation, the war began so naturally, and a century of grudges and hatreds have seemed to have no intention of doing those superficial tricks at this critical moment of life and death.

The wind and clouds of the grassland are surging, touching the hearts of the people all over the world. On the verdant grassland, there is no longer the long desolate and sad tune of the horse-wrangler, and no longer the quiet and peaceful cattle and sheep are roaring together. Instead, there are clouds of war and murderous auras soaring into the sky. Even the sky becomes gloomy, as if a huge storm is brewing.

The sporadic battles in the past few days were all participated by the Northern Expedition Army of the China North. Both sides suffered casualties. However, the same number of fighting was the number of casualties among the Chinese soldiers. In terms of combat power alone, the Chinese regime was indeed not as brave as the Turkic soldiers.

In this gloomy weather, the Northern Expedition Camp welcomed a guest, a guest who Fang Zheng invited for a long time. This man led his subordinates to compete for territory and recruiting tribes, and was busy with fun in the national teacher Mojilian.

This time, Fang Zheng was very polite. He personally welcomed the camp. When he saw Mojilian, he held his hand in surprise, shook it, and then shook it.

"Old Mo... I've worked hard to grab territory outside!"

Mojilian smiled awkwardly: "…………”

Fang Zheng didn't seem to notice Mo Jilian's embarrassment, and he still grabbed his hand and continued to shake: "Old Mo, I sent more than a dozen people to invite you, you are so sad that you are even more awesome than Yue Fei... I originally wanted to give you twelve gold medals, but I was worried that this gold medal was like a meat bun to beat a dog, and I went there but never returned. After thinking about it, I couldn't bear to... "

Mo Jilian said in surprise: "Who is Yue Fei?"

"Yue Fei, a good man, a loyal minister, you must live until five hundred years later, and you may know him, but he is not very interested in your nomadic peoples, and he specializes in breaking the horses. If you meet him, you have to be careful..."

Mo Ji was stunned. He couldn't understand what Fang Zheng was talking nonsense.

"Uh...Master Fang, I wonder if you are so anxious to ask me to come to the main camp of the army. Is there anything important?"

Fang Zheng smiled and hugged his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the camp.

"It's okay, nothing happened. I've eaten all the time these days, it's a bit boring. You know, I'm a man who likes lively, so I asked someone to invite you to have fun together. Hehe, recently my subordinates stole more than a dozen Turkic girls. Lao Mo, please help me evaluate..."

"Ah? You...you snatched the girl in my Turkic camp again?" Mo Jilian was shocked and then furious.

"Huh? Why do you say 're Again'?" Fang Zheng scratched his head and then said with a smile: "Oh, I'm joking with you. You old man is so uneasy. I think you are quite similar to Wei Chengde, the Minister of War of the Hua Dynasty. The older you get, the more you like to pretend to be serious..."

"You...you are talking nonsense! You are pretending to be serious!"

"Wrong! I'm pretending to be inappropriate..."

“…………”

After entering the coach's tent, Mo Jilian sat down, he looked at Fang Zheng with a cautious look. Of course, there was also a bit of guilt.

Seeing that the decisive battle was about to come, Fang Zheng invited him into the camp at this time, so why?

He knew better than anyone else how much the Chinese North Expedition Army played in the middle. They faced Mochu's tens of thousands of troops in front of them. From the moment the Northern Expedition Army entered the grassland, they annihilated Chai Mengshan and the King of Thailand with thunder, directly knocked down Mochu's periphery, and then Mochu's soldiers were in front of him and had sporadic small-scale battles with him. According to the spies under Moji Company, the soldiers of the Hua Dynasty suffered a lot of casualties.

When the soldiers of the Huachao fought bloody battles, what was Mojilian, who were also the Allied forces doing?

He was busy leading his subordinates to grab territory and recruiting tribes, accumulating capital for negotiations with the Chinese and DPRK for the future after pacifying the grasslands, and fighting for the greatest benefit for the Turks. These days, he gained great benefits with almost no effort to do a single soldier.

This is the reason why Mojilian is wary and guilty.

According to his understanding of Fang Zheng, this person is a person who can't stand the benefits of others. He is extremely selfish and greedy. He has to take advantage of anything. If he wants to compete for benefits with him, it is tantamount to snatching food from the tiger's mouth. Now he has acquiesced to Mo Jilian in the rear and has no response. He even privately encourages him to fight for more, fearing that he will snatch less. Fang Zheng's attitude cannot help but be wary of it. If things are abnormal, he will be a monster. The smiling commander of the Northern Expedition Army in front of him looks like a monster...

After bowing, Moji smiled and said, "I don't know what important thing is the marshal summoning me to come?"

Fang Zheng smiled, then lowered his face and sighed: "Old Mo, as the saying goes, the whole world is full of Manchu and Han banquets..."

"ah?"

"Wrong, the banquet will be over in the world... Alas, I feel so sad that my thinking is a little confused."

Mojilian said in surprise: "What does the marshal mean?"

Fang Zheng said sadly: "Old Mo, I really can't bear to part with you... Look, since I led my troops into the grassland and formed an alliance with you, we have always been in a tacit understanding... Unfortunately, my Majesty the Emperor sent someone to pass an order yesterday to order our army to withdraw from the grassland and return to the border city, and not to fight Mochu anymore..."

When Mojilian heard this, cold sweat flowed out.

What should he do if the Northern Expedition Army withdrew from the grassland? Originally, he had the idea of ​​sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight, and letting Mochu and Fang Zheng fight to the death. He was watching in the middle. When both sides were defeated, he would come out to clean up the mess. At that time, both sides would suffer heavy casualties. How could he get the 50,000 soldiers under his command? In this way, this grassland, even the entire world of the Hua Dynasty, would be no longer difficult for him to take it.

But Fang Zheng's words turned all his wishful thinking into a bubble.
Chapter completed!