Chapter 1088

Nalan dingdong didn't expect that muxianjun's last choice was not to go back to Mu mansion to see Mu Guangling. After mu Zihuan returned, he said he would take risks in order to protect himself. Nalan's serial plan was to make Mu family turn against him. At least Mu Guangling should be restless.

Or because muxianjun saw through Nalan's plan, he just sent a capable subordinate to report to Mufu.

"If you don't go back to Mu mansion, you won't be afraid that the people you sent back won't catch up and let mu Zihuan go back first? Although mu Zihuan's cultivation is not very strong, after all, he is the one your father trusts. If he sneaks, your father may not be prepared."

Nalan asked curiously.

"Can mu Zihuan and others hurt his cultivation? Even if he was unprepared, mu Zihuan didn't have that ability. Besides... Trust? Who did he trust over the years?"

Mu Xianjun's tone was bleak, and Nalan dingdong keenly caught a very unusual word in his words... He. Mu Xianjun didn't use the word "father" when he mentioned Mu Guangling as before, but used him. This word can reflect the mood of muxianjun at this time.

Mufu's attack on the red eyebrow army is undoubtedly a great blow to this arrogant young man. In fact, this has something to do with his transformation over the past year. If in the past, Mu Xianjun would never think that Mu Guangling had done anything wrong with the red eyebrow army. As the head of Mu family, the interests of Mu family should be put in the first place at any time. Now the armies in eastern Xinjiang have shown signs of considering the black flag army. If they do not take action, the ruling position of Mu mansion in eastern Xinjiang will be in jeopardy.

But now muxianjun is different from before.

After the war on Penglai Island, his mood changed greatly. How could his mood not be affected when he witnessed the participation of the five thousand heroes fighting to the last minute to protect their homes and defend their country? He fought side by side with the five thousand strong men. The blood of those soldiers spilled on every inch of Penglai Island and on his face. The blood was hot. How could he not move?

In the first World War of Penglai Island, he saw the most shocking side of human nature.

In the last days of the battle of Penglai Island, the garrison on the island lost supplies and support. They fought with foreigners with strong ships and guns hungry. No one can imagine how the soldiers insisted at the last moment. Up to now, muxianjun can't forget the shriveled belly wrapped with cloth strips, and the trembling hands holding weapons.

Hunger, despair.

The most terrible things in the world did not defeat the soldiers, and the great strength of foreigners did not defeat them. They use their own death books to write about the most arrogant dignity in the world.

Nalan dingdong didn't see the tragedy of the war, but he could imagine how the five thousand Mufu soldiers did their duty. Yes, that's the responsibility of soldiers. Maybe they used to bully good people, maybe they beat old people and bullied women, but on that island, their mistakes were washed away by blood.

Soldiers are a group that can never be understood.

When disaster comes, most soldiers will remember their mission.

It is the brilliance of human nature that has obviously changed the dark muxianjun in his heart. Perhaps he had not even noticed the change. He never thought that when he began to dislike Mu Guangling's attack on the red eyebrow army, and even when he began to dislike Mu Guangling's attack on other teams in the past, he had gradually distanced himself from his father and from the Mu house he had dreamed of becoming the master.

"Foreigners will attack at night."

Maybe muxianjun didn't want to continue the topic about his father, so he pointed to the foreign camp in the distance: "you see, there are still teams gathering behind the foreign camp. Next to the assembled team, you can see the floating cooking smoke, which is obviously waiting for dinner."

Mu Xianjun looked at the sunset falling to the West: "it's not far from dark. It's estimated that those foreigners will eat after dark. An hour after dinner is probably the time for foreigners to attack."

Nalan dingdong knew that muxianjun was right. After more than a year of war, the young master of Mufu had become more and more mature.

If you start attacking after dinner, the first is that it's not dark enough. The second is that people are always a little tired after dinner. One hour after dinner, the food has been digested almost, but the physical strength is the most abundant time.

"It's strange, isn't it?"

Nalan Ding said, "according to common sense, night raids are after midnight. At that time, people are the most sleepy and difficult to concentrate, but it seems that foreigners don't intend to wait after midnight."

Mu Xianjun put down his eyes: "I don't know why foreigners make such arrangements, but I know that if you suddenly lead troops out for a while after half an hour, those foreigners who are eating must have no time to take precautions."

Nalan dingdong couldn't help laughing: "no wonder the soldiers of the red eyebrow Army take you so much. It turns out that you have more than a beautiful face."

Mu Xianjun frowned and glanced at Nalan dingdong, but he seemed too lazy to say anything.

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In fact, Archduke shurens made no mistake in directing the war in eastern Xinjiang. The old man has maximized the interests of foreigners as much as possible. He was acutely aware of the contradictions between Mu Fu and other Han people, so he began to take advantage of these contradictions. Although the advance speed of the foreigners' army in eastern Xinjiang was far less than that when attacking Eastern Chu, the foreigners did not suffer in most wars.

But it is clear that the helmsman of this powerful empire, Lyman the great, is not satisfied with the performance of thurres.

Therefore, he asked xiurensi to continue to fight with Mu mansion, and handed over the most pulled nail, the phoenix platform, which was left behind to others. This person is a young man of only 25 years old, a young man who looks arrogant and won't let his jaw drop a little.

His name is schweinger.

Under Lyman the great, there are also younger generals than him. But in the account of Lyman the great, no one younger than him or as young as him is more important than his military skills. This young man with noble blood who began to join the army at the age of 16 made people realize his uniqueness from the moment he took up arms and put on his military uniform. It seems that he was born for war. Arrogance is only his character, and ruthlessness is his means.

"Hughes is too old."

With a height of 1.9 meters, schweinger's body is not as strong as that of a foreigner. On the contrary, although he is very tall, he is so thin that he looks like a person recovering from a serious illness. He has the unique white skin of foreigners, has a slightly curly short hair, his golden eyebrows are not very rich, and his dark blue eyes always hide unexpected violence.

As an aristocrat, his temperament has no local flavor. He knows how to show the noble side of a man, so he doesn't want his white gloves to be stained with blood even when he kills himself. This is a very strange phenomenon. In his eyes, blood has never been a pure thing, but dirty. Or maybe he really thinks the blood left in his body is different from those mean people.

"Your Majesty always praises shurens in front of us, saying that although he is old, he is a knife that never forgets to polish himself all the time. When I was young, I once admired an old man like him, because they made great contributions on the rise of the Empire. Unfortunately, years are something that no one can stop. Old is old, useless is useless Yes. "

Schweinger shook the glass in his hand and watched the red wine hanging on the wall slowly recede.

"Hughes still insists on a very backward tactic. He thinks that we can defeat the Han people by relying on our strong weapon advantage, which is obviously wrong. The sense of honor of soldiers can sometimes inspire a person's fighting spirit more than the advantage of weapons. Obviously, the Han people are like this."

He looked outside and smiled: "therefore, if you want to defeat the Han people, you have to be more aggressive than them. But more importantly, you have to be more cunning than the Han people on the battlefield."

"I asked a team of 10000 people to wait outside for dinner. Guess what would come to mind if the Han guard on the wall of fenghuangtai would see this scene?"

He asked.

A ministry standing below him bowed its head and said, "Dear Marquis, they will think you want to send troops to attack at night."

"And then?"

Asked schweinger.

The man thought, "will you strengthen your defense?"

"No"

Schweinger shook his head: "Your thoughts are still too fixed, just like the stones on the wall of Phoenix Tower. I have carefully observed the command style of the Han general these days. He is a very cunning person. Therefore, we should take advantage of this cunning. I deliberately let them see. If there is no accident, won't the Han people come from Phoenix in an hour They rush out of the stage because they will feel that our guard will be relaxed when we eat. "

"It was just dark at that time."

He smiled and hung a trace of red wine on his mouth, like a trace of blood.

"Vitag"

He looked at his man and said: "It's about an hour before the Han attack. I'll give you half an hour to gather your team and ambush in the high slope jungle five miles west of the camp. If the Han people come, this is my credit to you. If you're lucky enough to kill the Han guard, I don't mind writing your name in the military newspaper presented to your majesty Word. "

"Are you a baron now?"

He asked.

The Foreigner General named vitag's face immediately became excited, and his lips trembled slightly: "yes, marquis, I inherited my father's title."

"Well"

Schweinger waved his hand: "go. Maybe I'll call you Viscount after the war."

He looked at the red wine in the glass and reflected a strange red under the lamp: "after the war begins, I will personally lead troops to support you. Don't worry, I won't take away your credit. Because I need my subordinates to be loyal to me, I won't be stingy to ask for credit for you."

"The Imperial war flag is a merit book, which records everyone who has made war achievements for the Empire. Naturally, there will be the names of people like shurens on it, but I hope your name will be ahead of him in the future."

Schweinger smiled: "then I will feel glory."

"Yes!"

Vitag made a military salute: "I will never live up to your expectations of me. Tonight, I will let the Han people know what fear is."