Chapter 85： How science fights war

In order to better disguise, Zhuang Li painted his entire face with blood.

Le Zhengming, who was sitting on a high-headed horse, just frowned and glanced at him, then looked at the wider battlefield with blood flowing and countless corpses lying there.

That is his comrade, not relatives are better than relatives. They walk, sit and lie down together, share joys and sorrows, support each other with their backs, and support each other with their lives. A day ago, they were still laughing and making trouble, drinking from big bowls, hitting clay pots with chopsticks and singing heroic songs. A day later, they turned into piles of unrecognizable corpses.

He still remembers someone saying happily after being drunk: "General, if I make a contribution this time, you will let me go back to my hometown and marry a daughter-in-law!"

Now that people are dead, all the good things have come to nothing.

Le Zhengming's face was as hard as a rock, and his eyes were glowing with cold light, as if he was not disturbed by this tragic scene. But Zhuang Li, who knew him very well, knew that he was very sad now. The end of his eyes was a little red, and blue veins appeared on the back of the hand holding the whip, as if suppressing the violent surging emotions in his heart.

After a while, he turned his eyes back and said indifferently, "Twenty frights on the spot!"

Zhuang Li suddenly opened his long and narrow eyes.

7480: "Pfft hahaha..."

The tower-like general immediately shouted: "Order!"

Le Zhengming tightened the reins and drove the horse to turn around and go further afield. What the horse's hoof raised was not mud, but a little blood. The undissipated beacon smoke gradually blurred his figure, which was like an ominous sign.

Zhuang Li stared at him for a long time without saying a word of defense. It's not right to play dead on the battlefield, you can't cover it up with any more messy reasons, otherwise the first impression will be worse.

The general threw Zhuang Li on the ground and sneered: "You really can't do anything, you can't even pretend to be dead. Can a dead person pant like you?"

Zhuang Li's eyes rolled and he understood. Hearing the enemy shouting his lover's name on the battlefield, his breathing did become much faster. It was about that time that the tall man noticed him.

"Let's go, go back and receive the punishment!" The general kicked Zhuang Li's buttocks neither light nor heavy.

Zhuang Li stumbled and fell to the ground, taking a mouthful of mud.

7480: "Hahaha, I can't do it anymore, I'm dying of laughter! Master, you are too useless! Sure enough, it was right to send you here."

The tall and strong man was also very surprised. After a while, he muttered: "Is your boy pottery? I didn't exert any strength, why did you fall?"

Zhuang Li, who got up from a pool of blood, has become very irritable, but he has to suppress the negative emotions in his heart. There is neither a computer in this world that allows him to search for the original owner's information, nor high-tech to help him. With all the background blurred, he can only wait and see.

The two returned to the camp one after the other.

On the way, Zhuang Li has been silently observing his body.

The two palms of the original owner were very tender, without the thick calluses that held the sword all the year round; the skin was fair, and there was no trace of the sun; the soles of the feet stinged very much, probably from blood blisters, not like a soldier who was used to marching.

Combining the above points, two conclusions can be drawn: first, the original owner is a spoiled person, and his family background should be very good; second, the original owner has just joined the army and has not experienced arduous military training.

Then, the situation becomes very strange: why do such a good family send their children to serve as soldiers? Is there a precedent for the military to go to the field without training?

While thinking about it, the barracks had already arrived. The strong man pushed Zhuang Li into the stable and ordered the soldiers standing on both sides: "Watch him! We will catch all those deserters later and let them be tortured together! Move it out and put it in the center of the barracks. I want everyone to take a good look at it, this is the end of the battle to escape!"

"Order." Several soldiers stood upright and shouted.

The strong man is gone.

Zhuang Li was imprisoned in the stable, surrounded by a few dejected youths who were deserters.

Zhuang Li didn't say a word, just washed his face with the water in the manger, and then deliberately dangled in front of several young people to carefully observe their reactions.

These people looked at him with completely unfamiliar eyes, and they didn't take the initiative to say hello or chat, so they probably didn't recognize this face.

This is completely in line with Zhuang Li's prediction. How could a young man who was pushed into the battlefield without even participating in military training know so many comrades?

Yes, Zhuang Li's current body is still a teenager, his stature is not high, and his physique is also very thin. Compared with those young people, he is half a head shorter, and it is really pitiful to shrink in a corner. He tried to recite a few Buddhist scriptures, and his voice was clear and smooth, with the immaturity of a teenager.

Such a young, pampered and untrained recruit can appear on the cruel battlefield. Is this army extremely short of people or who wants to put a young man to death?

Zhuang Li calculated various possibilities in his mind, and at the same time listened to the discussions of the people around him.

Having experienced such a tragic war, everyone's mood is very low, and it is inevitable to express the anger and fear in their hearts.

The deserters sitting together lowered their voices and said, "General Lezheng has been plotted! The letter passed to him is fake, the ninth prince was not attacked at all, the general ran to the rescue, but he was ambushed by the enemy on the way. , 10,000 cavalrymen died and only five hundred remained!"

"Is it because there are traitors in our army? Otherwise, how could the letter be fake?"

"There must be a traitor, but I don't know who it is. I suspect the ninth prince. Without his fire mark, the general would not believe the content of the letter. It can be seen that the letter is true, but the attack on the ninth prince is fake."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand what you mean? The Ninth Prince and the enemy want to kill our general!"

"I guess so! Otherwise, how could General Xu, who was guarding Qiu Zhuang, lead his troops to withdraw first? If General Xu hadn't deliberately put the enemy into Guandu, we would not have been attacked!"

"General Xu is the confidant of General Le Zheng!"

"Bah! He was bought by the ninth prince and Zhuang Ran long ago! The ninth prince is afraid of the general's merit, Zhuang Ran wants to take over the general's military power, and they all want to kill the general!"

"Heaven has no eyes!"

"Good people are not rewarded!"

"Our army of 170,000 people was killed by the Jie clan and only 40,000 remained! 130,000 comrades died! Blood flowed all over the ground and merged into a river. I was running all the way in blood, and my heart was like a knife twisted! There are broken hands and feet everywhere, the intestines and five internal organs, I am afraid!"

"I'm afraid too!"

"There are even more terrifying things to come! The general almost wiped out the Jie tribe's tribe, and this time they are determined to kill the general here. Maybe in a few days, the Jie tribe will gather their troops. Call here!"

"There are only 40,000 people who died, and the Jie people still have 180,000 horses! 180,000! Just the raised horse's hooves can crush us!"

"I don't want to die, woo woo woo..."

Intermittent screams echoed in the stable, stinging Zhuang Li's eardrums.

He closed his eyes to isolate the interference, and silently summarized the information in his heart. First of all, Le Zhengming's situation is really bad. He was defeated by the enemy outside and betrayed by our army at home. Now he has run out of ammunition and food and has nowhere to go.

Secondly, the wave of enemy troops that had just retreated would attack again. If 7480 was right, it should be three days later.

In the end, the ninth prince and Zhuang Ran appearing in this story are the enemies of Le Zhengming. They may have some connection with the main god, or they may just be a simple political struggle.

Forty thousand horses fought against an army of 180,000. The gap between the two sides was simply too great.

Zhuang Li frowned deeply, and then began to calculate various war models.

7480 laughed in his mind: "Master, do you think of a way out of trouble?"

"Although 40,000 horses are few, they can make a way out, save their lives first and then talk about other things." Zhuang Li said casually.

7480 immediately denied, "Impossible. If Guandu falls, Guancheng will soon fall. Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people live there, and Le Zhengming will not choose to escape even if he dies. He can't do anything without abandoning the people. things. He will only choose to stick to it!"

Zhuang Li tentatively said, "Thank you for your affirmation of my lover, you are right, he can't do that kind of filthy things. He is not like the son of destiny chosen by your Lord God, who can let go of his morals, let go of his humanity, and transform himself for a little selfishness. for beasts."

"Who do you say is a beast? Destiny Child is going to dominate this plane! You can't imagine his achievements!" 7480 retorted with jumping feet.

"Dominate the plane? A small ninth prince? Is he worthy?" Zhuang Li tried again.

7480 blushed and said with a thick neck: "What qualifications do you have to look down on the Ninth Prince? In terms of strategy, courage, and spirit, he is no worse than Le Zhengming! There are many famous teachers and generals around him, and he is a born king!"

"By killing my lover, he can become the king. If my lover is still alive, he is nothing." Zhuang Li said calmly.

"It's a pity that you and your lover are going to die in three days! How proud are you that you have the ability to help Le Zhengming win this battle!" 7480 twisted his **** and circled in the small dark room.

La la la, after three days it was completely free!

Zhuang Li stretched out his long and slender index finger, lightly poked his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Okay."

Inexplicable 7480: "What is good?"

"Help my lover win this battle, I think it's okay." After the words were finished, Zhuang Li stood up, walked to the stable, and shouted to the strong man who had grabbed him earlier, "Hey, I want to have fun. General!"

"Who's your name, kid?" The strong man walked over aggressively.

"Then do you know who I am?" Zhuang Li raised his jaw and narrowed his eyes, his arrogant and contemptuous demeanor made people look angry.

The strong man sarcastically said: "Aren't you just a phoenix with hair falling? You are worse than a pheasant right now. What's wrong with me here? Tell you, your mother is dead, and your uncle is also dead. This Wei Kingdom, no one will protect you!

"Do you know why you were sent to our army? Zhuang Xu has long known about your father and the ninth prince's plan. He knew that our army would be attacked by the Jie people, so he sent you here to borrow a knife to kill you! Is your uncle's state of Wei? Bah, I don't know what you call an idiot!"

The strong man spat on the ground, turned around and left. It could be heard that he was very dissatisfied with the current state of Wei State, which probably stemmed from the plot of the ninth prince and the corruption of the upper class.

The more 7480 looked at it, the better it became, he laughed non-stop in the host's mind, and mocked: "Master, you don't know anything now, it's like a black eye, you're still struggling, just wait to die. !"

Zhuang Li was lying on the wooden fence, holding a piece of grass in his hand and shaking it back and forth. He seemed lonely, but he actually asked sentence after sentence in his mind: "System, my uncle is the previous ruler of the state of Wei, right?"

"In this case, my mother is a princess, and her status is honorable."

"That person also said that Zhuang Xu knew about the plans of my father and the ninth prince. Combined with the discussion of these deserters, Zhuang Ran is my father, right? Zhuang Ran, Zhuang Xu, and Zhuang Li are all surnamed Zhuang. This is not a coincidence, right? ?"

"The probability of the three of us being a family is as high as 90%. Is Zhuang Xu my brother or uncle? I guess it's a brother. He personally sent me to Guandu. With such hard work, his seniority and status should not be high."

"He knew Zhuang Ran's plan, but he personally put me in a desperate situation. He and I should be different mothers, and there has been competition for living resources since childhood. He hates me."

"The current ninth prince is the son of the new emperor."

"Zhuang Ran has a close relationship with the ninth prince, so he should be a member of the new emperor. The death of my mother and uncle, and the change of supreme power in this dynasty, Zhuang Ran must be involved."

"My mother is the elder sister or younger sister of the previous emperor. Her existence is a thorn in the heart of the new emperor. In order to express his loyalty to the new emperor, Zhuang Ran will definitely find a way to get rid of our mother and son."

"It's no wonder that this body is pampered and grown up in brocade clothes and jade food, but it was sent to this place of death." Zhuang Li stared at his white and tender hands, and suddenly realized.

The proud 7480: "..."

fuck! How did the host know about it again?

Chapter 86 How Science Fights 03 ┃ Zhuang Li: My boyfriend is so cute, how could he die.

Zhuang Li completely understood his situation.

Simply put, this is nothing more than a strife involving the struggle for imperial power. With the blood of the previous emperor flowing in his body, he was pushed into a corner by his biological father. His mother, uncle, and everyone close to him should all have died in this political struggle.

Perhaps it was for the sake of a good reputation, or perhaps it was for the face of the family, those careerists did not kill him, but sent him into Le Zhengming's army. Because they know that this army will also be destroyed.

The conspiracy was intertwined, but it was still caught in two or three sentences by Zhuang Li. He has no time to take care of the past, and the most important thing now is to live.

"Hey, you," Zhuang Li stretched out his slender forefinger and hooked it gently, "I have something to tell General Le Zheng, you take me to see him."

The face of the strong man hooked by his fingertips turned black, and he strode forward with a thunderous voice: "Do you need a beating, kid? Do you think you are still the little Marquis?"

7480 finally came to his senses, wiped his face hard, and complained in his heart: Damn, even if there is no computer, these noisy humans will take the initiative to send information to the host, why are they so stupid?

"So I'm still the little Marquis?" Zhuang Li pondered in his heart.

7480: "..."

"I have important information to tell General Le Zheng about Zhuang Ran." Zhuang Li said sternly.

The strong man's swearing words were blocked back, and he believed it ten percent. You must know that this young man is Zhuang Ran's direct son. Although he is now an abandoned son, he has been doted on by Zhuang Ran for a while, so he should know some secrets that ordinary people don't know.

"I'll take you there." He opened the bars of the stable.

"Take me to take a shower first!" Zhuang Li tugged at the sticky, smelly clothes. He would not meet his lover with such a respectful face.

"Why are you doing so much?" The strong man glared, but he still took Zhuang Li to a tent and poured him a bucket of cold water.

"I want hot water." Zhuang Li's face was full of disgust.

"Fuck you..." The strong man threw his fists and folded his sleeves, ready to fight.

"You hit it," Zhuang Li tapped his temple with his fingertips, his voice sloppy: "It broke my head, I'm afraid I'll forget what I'm going to say later."

The strong man gritted his teeth for a while, loosened his gums for a while, and his cheeks were bulging, ups and downs, as if he would turn his face at any time. After debugging for a while, he opened a grinning smile: "Wait, I'll boil water for you!"

After tossing back and forth for three quarters of an hour, Zhuang Li was wearing a clean military uniform and wet hair, and came outside the main general's tent.

The strong man nodded at him with his finger and warned him severely: "You wait here, keep your eyes honest, don't look around!"

Zhuang Li squinted at him, clearly in a posture of idle waiting, but he showed complete contempt. He was born with a proud face, which made people want to be beaten.

The strong man nodded at him again with his fingers, his teeth creaking for a while, and then he opened the curtain and went in.

A faint voice of conversation came from the tent: "...he wants to see you."

"No, hasn't the twenty whip been hit yet? Does he still have the strength to mess around?"

"I didn't fight, let's fight together at night... Shock the military's heart."

"Let him go, Zhuang Ran raised him like a gadget since he was a child, what can he know?"

"Let's meet again, in case..."

After a while, the impatient voice of the strong man came from inside: "General let you in!"

Zhuang Li tidied up the hem of his clothes, brushed up a strand of curly hair on his forehead, and then walked in unhurriedly.

I saw an unusually tall man sitting in the main seat, his upper body robes removed, revealing a sturdy chest, fine sweat beads made his bronze-colored skin ooze oily light, and he was knotted. The muscles swelled in the halo. Smooth lines rose until they submerged into the tight waist.

A pure masculine breath blows in. According to nature's definition of male animals, this person is undoubtedly the most powerful type.

Seeing him, Zhuang Li naturally thought of the death lingering in the past, so his body suddenly became hot.

Le Zhengming was originally very impatient to meet such a timid and cowardly thing. When he looked up, his eyes were full of contempt, but the moment he saw the face clearly, he turned into consternation, followed by a messy rumbling in his mind. Lost the ability to think for a while.

He had always known that there was such a person in the army, but it was the first time he had met him.

As the son of the eldest princess, Zhuang Li is indeed very frail and delicate, with long and narrow eyes connected to the ends of the raised eyes, and slender eyebrows slanting into the temples and slightly raised, his demeanor is both smart and cunning.

He is like a fire fox running on the grassland. When escaping the pursuit of hunters, he will look back and smile, and playfully express his pride and ridicule.

Le Zhengming had met such a little fox once, the arrow had been wound, but he never had the heart to let it go.

His mind was full of the little fox, and all of it was the little fox in front of him, his face was dignified and solemn, but his ears were completely red.

Zhuang Li walked directly in front of him, sat beside him, and said, "I'm hungry."

"Come on, go get some food." Le Zhengming immediately raised his hand and shouted, his voice inexplicably hoarse.

"You're going to whip me in public at night?" Zhuang Li was lying on the table, half of his face pressed against his arms, half of his face was facing his lover, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if very unhappy.

His arrogant appearance aroused the strong man's eyes, and he couldn't help scolding: "What is your attitude? Get up and salute Lao Tzu!"

"Forget it, he is still young and weak. He was frightened on the battlefield just now. Let him lie down for a while." Le Zhengming raised his hand to stop him, and his cold tone quietly brought some softness.

"General, that's not what you said just now!" The strong man complained with wide eyes.

Le Zhengming also stared back, his majestic aura abruptly suppressed the opponent, but his red ears exuded amazing heat.

Zhuang Li almost couldn't help laughing. He was still lying on his arms, his dark red lips were squeezed and pursed slightly, as if asking for a kiss.

Le Zhengming glanced at him, and then quickly turned his eyes away. A drop of sweat slid down his neck down his chest and slowly penetrated into the texture of his abdominal muscles.

He is terribly hot now.

"General, don't hit me, my little body will be gone with a few whips." Zhuang Li stretched out a slender fingertip and poked the back of the man's hand like a dragonfly.

Le Zhengming sat firmly, as if completely unaffected, but the muscles on his arms twitched uncontrollably for a moment, and then, a few blue veins appeared on the back of the taped hand, accompanied by a rapid Heart beats slightly.

He is nervous.

"I won't hit you." He opened his mouth to speak, then closed his mouth awkwardly. Just because his voice was so hoarse, like a broken bellows.

Zhuang Li pursed his lips and smiled, and there was a happy light in his curved eyes. This is still his lover, nothing has changed.

7480: "Bah! Dog boy boy!"

The strong man said in disbelief: "General, you said just now..."

Le Zhengming sighed and said, "Let the rest of the deserters go."

"What, what?" The strong man looked at the host with a dazed expression.

Is this still the same general Lezheng, who commands and prohibits actions, has clear rewards and punishments, and is strict and just? Could it be that he heard it wrong?

"Let them all go," Le Zhengming repeated again: "The enemy will attack at any time. At this time, they are whipped, and they have no chance of surviving. They can die in battle, retreat, or even run away, but Must not die in my hands, I am their commander after all."

These words were too affectionate and righteous, and made the strong man burst into tears on the spot, almost crying.

In fact, everyone knew that with the current strength alone, they couldn't compete with the 180,000 army of the Jie tribe. Everyone will die, and there is no such thing as living or not. But the cancellation of the caning might not be the last mercy of the general.

"General, I must tell those deserters what you said, and let them take a good look at what kind of person they are loyal to!" The strong man plopped to his knees, shouted this sentence impassively, and then ran away with tears in his eyes. gone.

Zhuang Li buried his face in his arms and smiled sullenly.

7480 said sarcastically: "Integrity and selflessness? Hehe..."

"He has the intention to excuse me, but he may not think so in his heart." Zhuang Li retorted coldly in his mind, raised his head, but revealed a helpless face, with a little crimson at the end of his eyes. , as if she had just cried.

"First time on the battlefield?" Le Zhengming asked in the softest tone possible.

"Well, I'm afraid." Zhuang Li nodded.

"It's normal to be afraid. I was also afraid when I went to the battlefield for the first time." Le Zhengming endured and endured, but after all, he couldn't hold back, and lightly touched the boy's slightly curly long hair.

"Your hair is still wet, I'll find a handkerchief for you to dry." He walked behind the screen, found a linen hand towel from the wooden box where the clothes were stored, and wiped it on his face first, feeling it was too rough. After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a while, I finally found an uncut brocade.

He tore off a piece of brocade without hesitation, and wiped it on his face again, feeling very comfortable and delicate to the touch, and then walked out satisfied.

Zhuang Li pricked up his ears to listen to the movement behind the screen, and his thin lips drew a happy arc.

It's just a veil, and it's so exciting.

7480: Bah! You pair of desperate mandarin ducks!

Le Zhengming walked back to his original position and was about to hand over the brocade, when Zhuang Li took the initiative to lean over and put his head under his eyelids. His hair was long, dark, and soft, with a slight curl and a faint fragrance.

Smelling this fragrance, Le Zhengming's head began to buzz again. He carefully held the boy's long hair and rubbed it in the brocade softly. The black and shiny strands of hair tugged at his fingers from time to time, but it seemed to tug at his heartstrings, making him itchy, hot, and flustered.

"You said you had information to tell me before?" In order to hide the strangeness in his heart, he said in a hoarse voice.

"That, I lied to you, I just wanted to plead for myself." Zhuang Li narrowed his long and narrow eyes and smiled without guilt.

Le Zhengming: "..."

"Are you angry?" Zhuang Li tapped his bare chest with his fingertips.

Le Zhengming's chest muscles trembled uncontrollably, and then he realized that he was shirtless in order to get rid of the heat! He hurriedly put the brocade on the little curly head and ran behind the screen to change his clothes. He didn't know what he bumped into on the way, and he made a bang.

Zhuang Li listened attentively, and then smiled silently.

Such a lovely person, how could he be willing to let him die.