One night is an unforgettable night for all the ten generals who are in the right sect.

It is not because the Marshal stole more than a dozen Turkic girls for them to admire them. In fact, everyone is very gentleman, and no one is willing to touch those Turkic girls. The only thing that is not gentleman is their Marshal Fang.

Fang Zheng was like a thug in a brothel who forced a good man to become a prostitute, and fiercely forced the soldiers to take off their clothes and do things. Fortunately, the soldiers were holding their belts tightly, like a fierce woman who would rather die than surrender, and finally held on to their chastity.

A group of people struggled in the camp for half a night, but Fang Zheng couldn't stand it, so he ordered people to send the Turkic girls back to the Turkic camp overnight, and he went back to the camp to sleep with Xiaolu in his arms.

The soldiers secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that they had escaped. The Marshal's reward for the meritorious soldiers was so enthusiastic and unrestrained that the soldiers were not used to it.

However, stealing the Turkic girl was not so easy to deal with. The next day, the person who was in trouble came.

"Master Fang, last night, more than a dozen Turkic girls in my camp disappeared, do you know?" Mo Jilian came to Fang Zheng's camp early in the morning, and his tone was very unfriendly.

Fang Zheng yawned a big yawn and said, "Old Mo, it's early in the morning, are you not awake yet? The girl in your camp has disappeared, what does it have to do with me?"

Mo Jilian's face was as gloomy as a piece of black charcoal. He said coldly: "The wise man doesn't say secret words, Marshal Fang, do you really don't know?"

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "I am not your Turkic father. The girl in your camp has disappeared. What are I doing? How do I know?"

Mojilian said coldly: "Coincidentally, those dozen girls were sent back in the middle of the night. They all said they had been robbed into your Huachao camp. How dare Marshal Fang, what do you mean by robbing me of Turkic girls?"

Fang Zheng was stunned, and then suddenly realized: "Oh! I really remembered it when you said it. Haha, last night, I was praised by the soldiers who made great contributions and opened a party, everyone drank and ate meat, recalled the past, looked forward to the future, and played. Everyone thought it was too monotonous, so I sent someone to your camp to invite more than a dozen girls out, and everyone sang and danced together, and they were having a lot of fun. After the show, I ordered people to send them respectfully back. Haha, there was not a single hair missing.

Mojilian was furious. You rewarded your soldiers, but captured the girls from my camp to celebrate. Why are there such shameless people as you?

Seeing that Moji looked bad, Fang Zheng felt a little guilty and laughed dryly, "Don't be so angry. Our men in Huachao are very gentle and don't even touch them. They let them go after a few glances."

The girl entered your camp, would you really not touch them? Mojilian looked suspicious. Her eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Fang Zheng up and down. Although the Turkic girls sent back said that they were not violated, Mojilian didn't believe it very much, and she thought the girls were ashamed to tell this unfortunate experience.

Seeing the suspicious look on Mojilian's face, Fang Zheng hurriedly raised three fingers with his right hand and sweared: "We have never touched them before. I swear to your true god in the grassland. If there are any false words, I will surely be killed by your ugly girl in the Turks!"

Moji jumped with his eyebrows, his lips stammered for a few times, but he finally didn't say anything. He really didn't know whether to be relieved or angry about the other party's vow.

Then Fang Zheng's expression changed, and he changed into a smile again, and said earnestly: "National Master, we are old friends. To be honest, it is the demeanor of our Huachao soldiers who did not touch the Turkic girls, but "You Turkic girls are so beautiful that they can't raise the desire to touch them, so you should check it yourself." Are you sure you don't buy the pearl whitening powder of Fang Jiaru Yuzhai? This powder not only whitens, but also gives you Turkic girls plastic surgery."

"Don't buy, don't buy! You, villain!" Mojilian finally became furious.

"Oh, don't get angry. If you don't get angry, you're so kind. You're so ruthless. National Master, you're so old, and your personal cultivation needs to be improved." After applying the pearl whitening powder of Ruyuzhai, you can improve your personal cultivation. Why don't you buy a few boxes?"

Moji:

If you have a thicker face, this person is invincible in the world, and I cannot beat him."

The two major problems of Chai Mengshan and the King of Thailand have been eliminated. What we have to face now is Mochu's main force. Yesterday, in the valley beside the Yu River, Mochu's main force was wiped out by 10,000 more, and the pressure of the Northern Expedition Army was reduced. Eighty thousand Turkic soldiers were difficult and easy.

Mo Jilian breathed a sigh of relief. His pressure was greater than Fang Zheng. He wanted to take revenge and restore the country. Now he was relaxing in vain. He felt exhausted all over. At the same time, Fang Zheng really, as he said, actively sent troops to annihilate Chai Mengshan without any discount. Fang Zheng's credibility was also much higher in Mo Jilian's heart. Perhaps even Mo Ji himself did not notice this subtle psychological change.

He consciously put aside the topic of Turkic girls being captured, and the interests of the country are naturally nothing compared to this mere thing.

Mojilian pondered for a while and bowed, "Marson Fang, Chai Mengshan has been removed, and your country's army is indeed unstoppable. I deeply admire you. I want to ask the Marshal, how will your army plan to arrange it next?"

Fang Zheng's thoughts were like lightning. He knew clearly that the battle had just begun. Mochu's main force was still stationed in Kaiping, 200 miles away. Annihilation of Chai Mengshan was only to destroy his periphery at most, but his foundation had not yet shaken. The future battle would never be easy, and it would only be more tragic.

When Fang Zheng heard Mo Ji ask, his eyes narrowed slightly;

The old guy asked what this meant? What actions did he want to do?

Fang Zheng blinked and smiled, "The next step is to continue fighting with Mochuo. As for how to arrange it, I haven't figured it out yet. I wonder what suggestions the national teacher has?"

Mojilian's eyes flashed, stroked his long beard and said, "Master Fang is the commander of the three armies. Your army is in a stop. I am not convenient for me to interrupt. But now Mochu is newly defeated and will inevitably gather a large army to counterattack. I am not talented and willing to lead the 50,000 Turkic soldiers under my command to serve the marshal. After all, you and I are allied forces. You cannot always let your army bleed and sacrifice. It will return to the Turkic Khanate day by day. If I don't put in some strength, I will never be able to walk away."

Fang Zheng Daqi, this old guy has never seen a rabbit or a hawk. In order to preserve his strength, he has always adopted a war-avoidance attitude. Why did he take the initiative to play today? What is the old guy's abacus?

Mojilian stared at Fang Zheng's expression and continued: "When Mochu counterattacks, it is also the time when we fight against him. The decisive battle is related to the national destiny of the three parties. However, I only have 50,000 troops left, and the decisive battle really cannot play a big role, so I plan to act separately from your army. Your army has more than 100,000 troops, which can fight head-on for the main force of your and my allies. I led 50,000 Turkic soldiers, like Chai Mengshan, to raid on the flanks of Mochu, disrupting Mochu's morale and providing greater help for the marshal's decisive battle with Mochu."

Fang Zheng sneered in his heart when he heard this, "You are not a sanitary napkin, you can use it in the provincial publication. Besides, you can't catch any other things. You Fengdong rush to do it. Could it be that the following text of the immortal casting the winter is not revealed?

Sure enough, Moji coughed twice and then said: By the way, I also plan to take them back from the grassland pasture that Mochu had seized and some of the tribes that were large and small that were forced to surrender to Mochu."

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that he was a mature person. Moji went around such a big circle, probably this was his real purpose. The old guy was even more energetic than a monkey. With my army of more than 100,000 to fight for you, you were silently grabbing territory behind me, to defeat Mochu in the future and accumulate more negotiation capital when discussing the division of the grassland with Huachao, right? Do you really think I am an idiot?

After thinking about it, Fang Zheng still looked unchanged. He smiled and said, "It should be, those territory and tribes originally belonged to you. It is natural for the national teacher to take back his territory and tribes, and no one will say that you are not. Moreover, your civil war has been greatly reduced for several years, so how could I bear to let you go to Mochu's side adventure? Haha,"

Fang Zheng patted his chest hard and said loudly: "We Huachao people are actually the most realistic. National Master, your tens of thousands of soldiers should stay in the camp and rest. We will help you with the war. You just need to take back your ranch and tribe behind us. There is no need for the national master to worry about anything else.

Holding Mojilian's hand, Fang Zheng looked affectionate and said, "National Master, you have suffered after fighting for the past few years! You and I have forged a deep friendship in the capital of Huachao. Why are you still so dissatisfied with me now? You are so polite. It shouldn't be! Now you have soldiers and old, weak, women and children in your Tashan camp, and there are less than 200,000 people? Alas, such a few people almost destroyed the country and the seeds. Why would I let you take risks with the lives of the soldiers? Am I such a person who is so unkind and righteous? Wrong! National Master, you misread me!"

Mo Ji was stunned and said nothing for a long time.

Fang Zheng continued to say excitedly: "I'll come to fight the war, you'll grab the territory, we have a clear division of labor, I will never have any objections. After you help the little Khan restore the country in the future, we will never violate the brothers and neighbors. It's really not worth mentioning for your brothers. "Hey, national teacher, national teacher! Are you stupid?"

Mo Jilian looked stunned. Shi Ji stared at Fang Zheng, his expression as if he saw a pig dancing the Chacha dance,

"National Master, I have said so much, please give me some reaction, okay? You made me very confused, did I say the wrong thing just now?"

Mojilian shook his head suddenly and stuttered: "Master Fang, you, you," you said just now,

Fang Zheng smiled and continued: "Telling the truth is all the truth, this is the voice of an honest man.

Mojilian said suspiciously: "The Marshal really doesn't need us Turkic soldiers to send troops? We just need to grab the territory, ahem, get back what belongs to us?"

Fang Zheng nodded and smiled, "That's right."

Mojilian frowned, covered her cheeks and vented her breath gently.

This little bastard has always been able to get up early without profit, and he has to take advantage of any advantage. Today he is crazy? Not only do I not need to send troops, but I also just grab the territory. "What kind of tricks does this guy have? Once he doesn't care, no matter what his ideas he wants, I just insist on not sending troops, and he can't do anything to me. The only remaining strength must be preserved.

After bowing, Moji was full of doubts. He looked grateful and inexplicably: "So, thank you for your generous help. I thank you for all the Turkic people, and I hope that the true god will guarantee the marshal's fortune, longevity and health.

Fang Zheng smiled as kind as an angel: "Ankang, everyone is healthy, Lao Mo, you will definitely live a hundred years old, I promise, haha,"

Two people with ulterior motives looked at each other, and suddenly laughed at the same time, making the handsome guards outside the tent get goose bumps and secretly complaining. These two people in the tent are crazy? They laugh so fuckingly!

The night is as cool as water, and the sky is full of stars dotted with the boundless Milky Way, like pearls that collapse, scattering the sky with crystal clear light.

In Mochu camp, Yan Yang walked out of the camp alone, and the Turkic soldiers who were patrolling the swords back and forth walked around in front of her. Everyone's eyes were filled with admiration and greed.

If she were not Mochu Khan's ban merchants, she must have been humiliated by these Turkic people who are like wolves and tigers;

Yan Yang looked up at the starry sky and smiled bitterly. It might be a blessing in disgrace to Mochu Khan.

Sighing softly, Yan Yang's eyes felt a little sad.

My hometown is hard to look back at the moonlight, and everything in my hometown seems to be a different life. Five years ago, she had a respectful husband, a smart and lovely daughter, and a few acres of thin land. The family lived happily. Although life was not rich, happiness could be felt clearly and even touched.

But "war! The evil war! ruined everything about her!

Her husband died in battle and was plundered by the Turks. Her daughter was unknown. Her happiness was like a flash in the pan and she had no trace ever since.

Since she was captured, she has been looking for opportunities to commit suicide. For her, she had no hope of living in this way without her husband and daughter. Unfortunately, the Turks saw her beautiful appearance and took good care of her. Until she was sent to Mochu by the leader of the Turkic tribe, she gained some freedom in the camp. As long as she did not leave the warning area of ​​the camp, she would let her move.

I have to admit that Mochuo is really good to her. He tried his best to satisfy her as long as she eats, wears and supplies, but she knew that she would never have any feelings for this man.

She did not forget that her husband was killed in the hands of the Turks, and this Khan, who was accommodating to her and even swallowed her anger, was the initiator of the war and her enemy!

If you dare not forget, how can you forget?

He raised his head and sighed softly. In the chaotic world, life is as low as grass. She is just a weak woman and can do nothing. The only belief that supports her to survive now is her missing daughter. If she can see her again in this life and take a good look at her, her wish will be enough. Why should she be afraid of death?

A roar of thunder came from the tent. Yan Yang turned his head and frowned slightly in disgust.

Datata was defeated, Mochu has been very irritable these days, so of course she doesn't want to make it up.

After moving the lotus steps lightly, Yan Yang took a few more steps forward.

Suddenly, a figure flashed by the wedding tent. Yan Yang's eyes turned and curiously turned his head away.

At this moment, a light voice rang in her ears.

"May I ask, is Mrs. Yan Yang?"

Yan Yang was deeply surprised when he heard this?

How could anyone speak so fluently in Mochu Khan's camp?
Chapter completed!