Nalan Dingdong did not expect that Mu Xianjun's final choice was not to rush back to Mu's mansion to meet Mu Guangling. After Mu Zihuan returned, he would not take risks in order to protect himself. Nalan's series of plans were originally intended to make the Mu family turn against him, and at least Mu Guangling would be in peace.

Perhaps because Mu Xianjun saw through Nalan's plan, he just sent a decent subordinate to Mu's mansion to report the news.

"If you don't go back to Mu's mansion, you won't be afraid that the people you sent back will not be able to get back in time, so let Mu Zihuan go back first? Although Mu Zihuan's cultivation is not very strong, after all, he is someone your father trusts. If he attacks, your father may not be prepared."

Nalan asked curiously.

"How could Mu Zihuan and others be hurt by his cultivation? Even if he is unprepared, Mu Zihuan does not have the ability. Besides... trust? Who has he trusted over the years?"

Mu Xianjun's tone was a little desolate, and Nalan Dingdong keenly captured a very unusual word in his words... He. Mu Xianjun did not use the word father when he mentioned Mu Guangling as before, but used him. This word "he" can reflect Mu Xianjun's mood at this time.

The Mu Mansion's attack on the Red Eyebrow Army undoubtedly had a great blow to this arrogant young man. In fact, this is not unrelated to his transformation over the past year. If it were in the past, Mu Xianjun would never think that Mu Guangling had any mistakes in attacking the Red Eyebrow Army. As the head of the Mu Mansion, the interests of the Mu Mansion would be the first at any time. Now the armies in the East Xinjiang have shown signs of considering the Black Flag Army. If they do not take any action, the Mu Mansion's dominance in the East Xinjiang will be in danger.

But Mu Xianjun is different from before.

After the battle on Penglai Island, his mood changed tremendously. When he witnessed the five thousand heroes fighting to the last moment to defend their country, how could his mood not be affected? He fought side by side with the five thousand heroes, and the blood of the soldiers was sprinkled on every inch of the land on Penglai Island, and also splashed on his body and his face. The blood was hot, how could he not move?

During the battle of Penglai Island, he saw the most shocking side of human nature.

In the last days of the Battle of Penglai Island, the defenders on the island lost their supplies and support. They went to war with foreigners with strong ships and sharp guns on hungry days. No one could imagine how the soldiers persevered at the last moment. Until now, Mu Xianjun could not forget the shriveled belly wrapped in cloth strips, and his hands holding weapons but shaking constantly.

Hunger, despair.

These most terrifying things in the world did not defeat the soldiers, nor did the foreigners' strong strength defeat them. They used their own death to write out the dignity of the world's highest arrogance.

Nalan Dingdong did not see the tragic battle, but he could imagine how the five thousand Mu Mansion soldiers fulfilled their responsibilities. Yes, that was the responsibility of the soldiers. Maybe they had acted as a hero in the local area, maybe they had bullied good people, maybe they had beaten old people and bullied women, but on that island, their past mistakes were washed away by blood.

Soldiers are always a group that cannot be understood.

When disaster strikes, most soldiers will remember their mission.

It was the glory of this human nature that made Mu Xianjun, who was originally filled with darkness, obviously changed. Perhaps, he himself had never noticed this change. He never thought that when he began to hate Mu Guangling to attack the Red Eyebrow Army, and even when he began to hate Mu Guangling to attack other teams in the past, he had gradually moved away from his father, and gradually moved away from his Mu Mansion, which he had dreamed of becoming the master.

"Foreigners will attack at night."

Perhaps Mu Xianjun didn't want to continue talking about his father, so he pointed to the foreign camp in the distance: "Look, there are teams gathering behind the foreign camp. You can see smoke floating up next to the gathering team, obviously waiting for a meal."

Mu Xianjun turned his head and looked at the setting sunset west: "It's not far from dark, I guess those foreigners will have dinner after dark. And one hour after the meal is probably the time for foreigners to attack."

Nalan Dingdong knew that Mu Xianjun was right. After more than a year of battles, this young master of Mu's mansion, who was pampered and elegant, has become more and more mature.

If you start attacking after a meal, the first is that the sky is not dark enough. The second is that people will always feel a little tired after a meal. The food has been digested almost one hour after a meal, but the physical strength is at its most abundant time.

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

Nalan Ding Host: "According to common sense, night attacks are all after midnight. That was the time when people were most sleepy and focused, but it seemed that foreigners did not plan to wait until midnight."

Mu Xianjun put aside his eyes: "I don't know why foreigners make this arrangement, but I know that if you suddenly lead troops out for a while after half an hour, those foreigners who are eating will definitely not have time to take precautions."

Nalan Dingdong couldn't help laughing: "No wonder the soldiers of the Red Eyebrow Army are so impressed by you. It turns out that you are not just beautiful."

Mu Xianjun frowned, glanced at Nalan Dingdong but seemed too lazy to say anything.

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...

Grand Duke Shuluns actually had no mistakes in commanding the war in the East Xinjiang. This old man had tried his best to maximize the interests of foreigners. He keenly noticed the contradictions between the Mu Mansion and other Han teams, so he began to take advantage of these contradictions. Although the speed of the foreign army's advance in the East Xinjiang was far less than that when attacking Dongchu, the foreigners did not suffer any losses in most wars.

But it is obvious that the helmsman of this powerful empire, Lyman, was not satisfied with Seurence's performance.

Therefore, he asked Shuluns to lead his troops to continue fighting with Mu Mansion head-on, and handed over the most pulled nail, the Phoenix Platform that was thrown behind, to someone else. This person was a young man who was only twenty-five years old, a young man who looked arrogant and would not let his jaw sag slightly.

His name is Schweiyinge.

There were also generals younger than him under the tent of Emperor Leman. But under the tent of Emperor Leman, no one had more military achievements than him. This young man with aristocratic blood who had joined the army at the age of sixteen, from the moment he picked up his weapons and put on his military uniform, he felt his uniqueness. He seemed to be born for war, arrogance was only his character, and cruelty was his method.

"Sulence is too old."

Shi Weiyinge, who is 1.9 meters tall, is not as strong as a foreigner. On the contrary, although he is very tall, he looks like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness because he is too thin. He has white skin unique to foreigners, short hair with slightly curly hair, and his golden eyebrows are not very strong. His dark blue eyes always hide unexpected violence.

As a nobleman, his temperament does not have a rustic atmosphere. He knows how to show the noble side of a man, so even when he kills with his own hands, he doesn't want his white gloves to get a little blood. This is a very strange phenomenon. In his eyes, blood has never been a pure thing, but dirty. Or maybe, he really thinks that the blood left in his body is different from those lowly people.

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

Schweiyinge shook the glass in his hand and watched the red wine hanging on the wall slowly retreat.

"Sulens is still sticking to a very backward tactic. He thought that relying on our powerful weapons to defeat the Han people, which is obviously wrong. The sense of honor of a soldier can sometimes inspire a person's fighting spirit more than the advantages of weapons. Obviously, this is how the Han people are."

He glanced outside and smiled: "So, if you want to defeat the Han people, you must be more fighting spirit than them. But more importantly, you must be more cunning than the Han people on the battlefield."

"I asked a team of ten thousand people to wait outside for dinner. Guess what would happen if the Han guards on the wall of Phoenix Tower saw this scene?"

He asked.

A general standing respectfully beneath him bowed his head and said, "Dear Marquis, they will think you are going to send troops to attack at night."

"Then what?"

Schweiyinge asked.

This subordinate thought for a while: "Will he strengthen his defense?"

"No"

Shi Weiyinge shook his head: "Your thoughts are still too fixed, just like the stones on the wall of the Phoenix Platform, which will not move. I have carefully observed the command style of the Han guard over the past few days. He is a very cunning person. So, we must use this cunning. I deliberately let them see it. If nothing unexpected happens, the Han people will rush out of the Phoenix Platform in an hour, because they will feel that we will be very relaxed when we eat."

"It was not long before dark."

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

"Viteg"

He looked at his subordinate and ordered: "Now there is about an hour before the Han people attack. I will give you half an hour to gather your team and set up an ambush in the high-slope jungle five miles west of the camp. If the Han people come, this is a reward for you. If you are lucky enough to kill the Han people's guard, I don't mind rewriting your name in the military newspaper submitted to His Majesty."

"Are you a baron now?"

He asked.

The foreign general named Viteg immediately became excited, and his lips were trembling slightly: "Yes, Marquis, I inherited my father's title."

"Um"

Shi Weiyinge waved his hand: "Go, after this battle, maybe I will call you Lord Viscount."

He looked at the red wine in the cup, and a very strange red reflected under the lamp: "After the war begins, I will lead my troops to support you. Don't worry, I will not take away the credits that belong to you. Because I need my subordinates to be loyal to me, I will not be stingy with asking for me."

"The Empire War Flag is a book of merit, which records everyone who has made military achievements for the Empire. There will naturally be names of people like Chouluns, but I hope that your name will be ahead of him in the future."

Schweiinger smiled: "That way, I will feel glory."

"Abide by the order!"
Chapter completed!