One Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty-Three: Receive Nansheng, Kill Anji (91)

After all, Jiang Pengji was born in the army, even if she retired from the front line, it didn't mean she would stay away from the battlefield completely.

It's just not as leading as before.

[Zhang Jike's Ping Pong Ball]: Is the anchor worried about Fu Wang and their gutter capsized? This is to support them.

Jiang Pengji said sarcastically, "This credit is for nothing. It's almost not difficult. If Fu Wang can't even do this little thing well, let him go back to his hometown to grow sweet potatoes next time. I'm worried about them? I'm worried about a few trash snacks do what?"

[Yu Ying]: (#^.^#) The anchor's duplicity and arrogant appearance is really something I never get tired of watching. If you push Fu Wang to the end and tell him to go home and grow sweet potatoes, who will get Miss Huijun's alimony, Little Baozi's milk powder money, diaper money and education expenses?

Even after so many years, the salted fish still can't let go of the fact that Fu Wang's big pig's trotter "takes love with a knife".

For the sake of the cute twins, they reluctantly accepted Fu Wang.

Jiang Pengji said, "Worried about them? Nothing, I'm just supervising the battle."

The salted fish are used to Jiang Pengji's duplicity, after all, the tsundere and stubborn anchor is also their favorite, a treasure in the world.

The night was deep, and there was silence everywhere, only the hooves of patrol cavalry and the crackling of lighting torches.

Fu Wang was wearing a majestic and heavy beast ring armor, which made his already burly and burly body as strong as a hill. The march was arduous, and he could only find time to clean his face in ten and a half months. The last time he shaved his beard was at eight a few days ago. Because he hasn't taken care of it for a long time, the blue stubble on his cheeks and cheeks is a bit long, and he looks messy. The helmet pressed against his stubble, making him uncomfortable...

If he hadn't been sane, he would have pulled out the long knife at his waist and put it on his face to shave his beard.

Xie Ze was patrolling everywhere, and when he came back to report, he found Fu Wang scratching his face from time to time, thinking he had been bitten by a mountain mosquito.

"There are some insect repellent powders here, General Fu, do you want some?"

Xie took off the medicine bag hanging from his waist and handed it to Fu Wang.

Fu Wang was stunned. After two breaths, he realized that Xie Ze had misunderstood. He waved his hand and said, "It's not a mosquito bite, no need."

Xie Ze showed some surprise in his eyes, and asked curiously, "Why does General Fu always scratch his face?"

Fu Wang said with some embarrassment, "It's not very comfortable to have stubble on your face, and the razor was left in the tent and didn't come out..."

Xie Ze: "..."

what can he do

Naturally, he smiled awkwardly but politely.

Fu Wang's age was considered young among the crowd, but the big guys found that he hadn't grown a beard yet.

No matter how busy he was in the war, he would spare half a day to take care of the stubble on his face.

Although not growing a beard did not diminish Fuwang's masculinity, but others always felt that something was missing.

Xie Ze asked curiously, and Fu Wang said indifferently, "My family doesn't like it very much, they say it's because of the beard piercing their faces."

The appearance of the dragon and phoenix twins followed Huijun's, and their skin was tender and smooth. Fu Wang's secret kiss would always make the child cry. As time passed, the children did not want to be close to him. In desperation, Fu Wang could only cruelly give up his plan to grow a beard and shave every two days.

It’s okay to have no beard or a long beard, but the most annoying thing is that it’s half-length but not short, and the helmet sticks to the face to protect the cheeks, pressing the beard and stabbing people.

Xie Ze said, "It sounds very enviable."

Fu Wang puffed out his chest and said, "That is."

There is another advantage of not growing a beard, looking younger.

Ever since he sneaked into Huijun's household registration, what Fu Wang hates the most is when someone makes an argument about his age.

Even though he can't beat Huijun much, the age difference still makes Fu Wang soundproof, wishing they were the same age.

The two chatted without a few words, stopped tacitly, and turned to talk about the results of the patrol.

They all know that it is right to make meritorious service tonight, if the horse stumbles... Hehe, the lord can skin them.

Fu Wang is the most cowardly one.

why?

Because he fears guilt.

If Huijun knew that he was holding back the lord,

The scene was unbearable to imagine.

Fu Wang and the others were well prepared, so they were naturally confident.

Everything is ready, only the enemy is owed!

Fu Wang waited not long, when a dull sound of hoofbeats came from far and near.

In order for this ambush to be successful, the hooves of the war horses were all tied with cloth strips to reduce the sound when they landed.

"General Fu, something has happened."

"Tsk, I really can't bear to talk about it—" Fu Wang showed a sneer on his face, Huo Di stood up, turned over and mounted his horse, and ordered, "I ordered to notify everyone, so that they all be more vigilant, and there must be no one slipping through the net today." fish!"

"Here!"

Fu Wang and Xie Ze are responsible for different parts. The former focuses on attacking, while the latter focuses on encirclement and suppression. The two cooperate to pinch the enemy back and forth.

The night wind was bleak, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the black shadows almost merged with the night.

If it was just to destroy the granary, it would be enough for An Jing to send more than a thousand troops. If there are too many people, the target will be easily exposed, but his purpose is to rob the grain to supplement himself, so naturally the number of troops should not be too small. Otherwise, even if the food was robbed, they would not have enough manpower to transport the food away.

In order to inspire the armed forces, An Jing made a desperate decision and made a bold decision - he decided to lead troops to attack at night!

Of course, this night attack with troops cannot be compared with Jiang Pengji's feat. To put it bluntly, it is the safest way to stay in the center of the army, whether it is advancing or retreating. Even so, An Jing was a little reluctant. After all, not everyone is Jiang Pengji's kind of monster who feels uncomfortable if she doesn't fight or kill people. What An Jing values ​​most is her own life, why would she run to take risks?

However, he can't do it.

The morale of the whole army is low, and deserters have been constantly deserting in recent days. It is roughly estimated that more than 10,000 low-level soldiers have been lost.

How can morale be boosted?

After thinking about it, there is only "personal conquest".

Jiang Pengji's imitation of Lu Zheng's letter was perfect, and the rough drawings she gave were also true. An Xing led 30,000 carefully selected elites to set off. Nothing suspicious was found along the way, and as the army deepened, An Xing's confidence grew exponentially.

"If it succeeds this time, Shaoyin should be given credit."

An Xing sighed with emotion.

Even though he and Lu Zheng had separated, Lu Zheng was still loyal to him and made plans for him everywhere.

Thinking of the old relationship, An Jing's heart softened three points, and he planned to continue to employ Lu Zheng after he recovered from his illness.

Even if Lu Zheng is dissatisfied with him, so what?

He is the king, Lu Zheng is the minister, and the king is the leader of the ministers, how can Lu Zheng turn the world upside down?

With this thought in mind, An Jing's vigilance relaxed slightly.

He can relax, others dare not.

After marching for more than an hour, and most of the first midnight, An Jing and others finally approached the granary.

"Is there any abnormality in the defense here?"

An Jing is a suspicious person. Once he finds something unusual, he will turn around and leave immediately.

"Reporting to my lord, there is nothing abnormal."

An Xing was overjoyed, stroked his hands and said, "God help me!"

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