"If there are only Cheshi people, it would be easier. However, it is highly likely that the Huns will chase them. We must be prepared to fight the Huns. If the Huns chase them very quickly, there are only a limited number of people who can arrive in time, at most two or three thousand. If they are more conservative, they will not come too fast."

"Even if they only have two or three thousand people, they are dozens of times that of ours."

"So, we must make good use of the terrain, resist step by step, consume their sharpness, drag them into the pit we dug, and then..." Liang Xiao looked around, stretched out his hand, opened his five fingers, and slowly tightened it. "Capture it in one fell swoop."

The bison and Feng Lisha looked at each other and laughed. "Sir, let's listen to you."

Liang Xiao pointed to the nearby mountains and explained the terrain.

Qijiao Mountain, of course, has seven passes, shaped like deer antlers, with only a hole a few steps wide in the middle. Liang Xiao divided the fifty-seven mercenaries into three teams, Wild Bison and Fenglisha, each responsible for one team, one team in front and one team in the back, each occupying a hole, taking turns to block and cover each other. He led Tu Niuer, Pang Shuo and the mercenary guards, a total of fifteen people, as mobile forces, to reinforce at any time and provide sniper support.

These tactics are all routines they used to. As soon as Liang Xiao said this, they all understood and nodded repeatedly to agree.

"Now, the bison is in the first gust of gusts, and the wind-lisha is in the second gust of gusts. The bison is hurrying up and resting, and the Fenglisha sends people to watch, and rotate after two hours."

"Here." The bison and Feng Lisha responded and turned to make arrangements.

Liang Xiao arranged everything, drinking hot goat milk while looking at the maps found from the Cheshi Palace. To be honest, the difference between these maps and the maps used by the Han people is not a little bit, and even the maps drawn by Wu Guinian are not as good as those drawn by Wu Guinian. However, at this moment, looking at the map is just a way to rest. He wants to use this method to calm down and prepare for the next battle.

He felt two angry eyes. He turned his head and glanced at the dilapidated tent not far away.

The Cheshi Wang Yan, the prince and Moya were locked up there.

Seeing Liang Xiao turn his head, Cheshi Wang Yan quickly pulled his son into the tent. Liang Xiao left them here, obviously not having any kindness. Liang Xiao had already looted the Cheshi Royal Palace and kidnapped all the Cheshi Royal Family. He was not easy to kill a few people.

The boy lowered his head uneasy, and his original anger turned into fear.

Liang Xiao smiled. The prince of Che is probably about the same age as him, but his skin is tender and tender, and he has never suffered any pain at first sight. He waved and signaled Prince of Che to come closer. Prince of Che was stunned, hid behind Mr. Che, and shivered.

A mercenary walked over, kicked Yan away, reached out to grab Prince Che's sleeve, and dragged him over. Yan was shocked, rushed over, grabbed Prince Che's hand, and begged hard. The mercenary was annoyed, and slapped Yan with a big ear, so he pulled Yan's face. When Moya saw him, he quickly helped Yan up and said loudly, "What do you want to do?"

The mercenary snorted disdainfully, dragged Prince Cheshi to Liang Xiao and threw it on the ground.

"What's the name?" Liang Xiao took a sip of hot goat milk and said carelessly.

Prince Che was cold and hungry. He smelled the rich milk fragrance and swallowed involuntarily. Liang Xiao heard the sound of his saliva and couldn't help but smile and signaled Xiya to fill him with a bowl. Xiya found a golden bowl and was about to pour milk. Prince Che shook his head repeatedly and stretched out his hands. Xiya was puzzled, and Prince Che said, "Can you... let me... wash the dishes first?"

Xiya was furious and threw the bowl on the ground. Prince Che picked it up, ran to the side, found some clean snow, wiped it again and again, wiped the golden bowl spotlessly, and then walked back, holding the bowl in both hands, and looking at Liang Xiao beggingly.

Liang Xiao raised his eyebrows, feeling quite disdainful. He was still poor and he was so poor. He picked up the pot and poured some goat milk for Prince Che. Prince Che thanked him repeatedly, took the goat milk, took a small step, walked back to the big tent where they lived, and shouted happily.

"Grandma, grandma."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and signaled Xiya to lift the milk pot over. Xiya wrinkled her nose and was a little reluctant, but she still lifted the milk pot, filled the golden bowl in Liang Xiao's hand, and then walked over. "Here, this is what my master rewards you."

"Thank you, thank you, sir." Prince Che took the pot and bowed to the snow. The hem of the clothes that were already covered with a lot of snow mud was even more messy.

Liang Xiao was very surprised. This kid was a little interesting. Although he was cowardly, he was a filial son.

After a while, Prince Che came over with the empty milk pot, wiped the milk pot and the golden bowl clean with snow, and returned it to Liang Xiao with both hands. Liang Xiao nodded and signaled him to sit down.

"What's the name?"

"Che Yi." Prince Che clan clasped his hands together and said something.

Liang Xiao didn't understand. When he looked at his gestures, it looked a bit like Buddhism, but he was not chanting "Amitabha" he was familiar with. Liang Xiao thought of the temple in the north of Jiaohe City and asked with some uncertainty: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

"Do you mean Futu?" Che Yi asked carefully.

Liang Xiao nodded. "Futu" and "Buddha" are both transliterations. At this time, there may not be the name "Buddha", so Che Yi corrected it.

"Yes, I believe in the Buddha's way." Che Yi said: "My mother has been married for many years and has never been able to have a son. Later, she believed in the Buddha's way and found me. So my nickname is Buddha's life. I have believed in the Buddha's way since I was a child, and I hope to achieve the right result one day."

"You are the prince. In the future, you will be the King of Cheshi. Can you still practice?"

"The Buddha is also a prince."

Liang Xiao was speechless. Che Yi was right. Shakyamuni was also a prince, and he married and had a son before practicing. It seems that this Prince Cheshi is really obsessed with Buddhism and remembers the story very well.

"Since you believe in the Buddha, who am I? Bodhisattva or demon?"

"There is no distinction between the Bodhisattva and the Demon. When the adults kill, they are demons, and when they are given food, they are Bodhisattvas."

Liang Xiao couldn't help laughing, and he held the golden bowl in his hand. "Don't forget that these bowls, pots, or even the goat milk inside were all stolen from your Cheshi Palace. Is this a Bodhisattva?"

"Whether golden bowls or pots are all things outside the body, neither born nor destroyed. It turned out to be from the Cheshi Palace, now it belongs to the adults, and I don't know whose ones it belongs to in the future. What's the difference? The adults give food to save lives, which is the Bodhisattva."

Liang Xiao laughed, waved his hand, and signaled Che Yi to retreat. He had never had a good impression of Buddhism and was even less interested in these self-comfortable discernments. If he could really become a Buddha, he would choose the cheapest one to put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

To put down the butcher knife, you have to pick up the butcher knife first.
Chapter completed!