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There is an old friend from Yangguan in the west Chapter 1296 Success

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    Chapter 1,296 Success

    "The order changes in the morning and in the evening! Hehe, the order changes in the morning and evening?"

    "It seems that my usual greatness, wisdom, and far-sightedness are all fake. These people spend all their time trying to please me. They really have something to do, but they are of no use at all. However, can I retain real talents?"

    Of course people are criticized for changing orders day by day, but what about being flexible and resourceful?  What about improvising?  What about taking advantage of the opportunity?

    Everyone can talk about great principles, but actually doing things requires more than just a few great principles. True knowledge is not as simple as just reading a few high-level sermons and being able to shout a few beautiful slogans. Zhao Lan  I really hope Feng Rushan can explain in detail what she should "think twice" about.

    "It's a pity that Feng Rushan is not his staff, but only his staff Min Jing. My friend, Zhaolan naturally cannot treat Feng Rushan like a staff member.

    At this moment, Zhaolan felt a little regretful.  Perhaps, he was too dismissive of the staff he disliked, not just Min Jing.

    The two staff who followed Zhaolan this time wrote colorful articles, praising his every move and move as rare in the sky and unparalleled on earth. They won his favor, but at the critical moment, they couldn't even fart.  When you come out, you might as well be a friend you just met, a staff member.

    And he is an underappreciated staff member and friend.

    "What's there to think about! When you ran away, didn't you give the Naohe soldiers a stimulant? Let me tell you, not only should we not think about breaking out now, but we should take the initiative and show them how powerful they are. Black Wolf Clan  The men are all tough guys, not afraid of death."

    Murong Xuefei, however, doesn¡¯t like Zhao Lan¡¯s slimy appearance, and she doesn¡¯t know how to write the word polite. Of course, the key is that she doesn¡¯t need to be polite to Zhao Lan at all, either in the future or now.

    The so-called general was nothing more than a minor trouble to Murong Xuefei.

    Sometimes, Murong Xuefei does not object to escaping, or in other words, breaking through, but if she can avoid escaping, it is best not to break out, which is more enjoyable.

    "Haha, what Miss Mu taught me is this. I, Zhaolan, am a dignified general of conquest, not a weakling."

    Zhao Lan was startled when he heard this.

    Since he was a child, no one has ever dared to speak to him like this, but if others don't say it, it doesn't necessarily mean they don't think so.  A general may not be a weakling.

    Besides, although the word "escape" sounds a bit harsh, some people also call it "strategic transfer" between "escape" and "breakout". Is there really any difference?

    "Er Lengzi, let's go, let's go rush again."

    "That's okay! Master, this is one thing, one thing comes down!"

    Seeing Yang Xian shouting loudly and organizing his troops to take the initiative to attack, Feng Rushan was almost in a state of confusion, although there was no wind on the mountain.

    "good!"

    Deleng had just mastered the magic skill, and all his energy had no place to vent. He wished that Feng Rushan would hear this sound, so he got on his horse and rushed down the mountain first, with a completely desperate attitude, which shocked everyone on both sides.

    "Yang Clam, hurry! Send someone to follow. Destroy the spirit of these rebellious officials and traitors!"

    Zhao Lan hurriedly ordered Yang Xian, but before he finished speaking, more than forty strong men rushed over with loud shouts.

    "General, this is a bit inappropriate. The enemy is strong and we are weak. We should conserve our strength, break out in the dark of night, or use the terrain to kill and injure the enemy's effective forces, and stand firm and wait for reinforcements. This is the best strategy"

    A middle-aged man with an elegant appearance muttered in a low voice. Unfortunately, no one could hear what he was saying clearly.

    As soon as the Naohe soldiers saw that the attacker was unkind, a general ordered more than a hundred people to rush over and fight. Immediately, drums rang out from the mountains and down the mountain. The sound of killing moved the sky, and the cheers of cheers resounded through the sky.

    Deleng was like a sword unsheathed, unstoppable. When he was going down the mountain, he was hit by an arrow in his leg. He endured the pain without saying a word, pulled it out and threw it on the ground. In a blink of an eye, two teams of men and horses were in close combat. A cavalryman slashed at Deleng's chest with a sword.  He dodged and struck the sharp blade with his left fist. The opponent did not expect him to be so fierce and could not help but froze for a moment. A loud "clang" sound only made his arms numb. Deleng took the opportunity to make a diagonal slash with his right hand.  The man and the horse were cut into two pieces.

    Seeing this, the more than forty riders behind him shouted at the same time, swarmed forward, and fought together with the enemy.

    "This boy, is this how the gloves are used? It's so simple to use force to bully others. It seems that ordinary battle formations will not be of much help to him in the future. Well, after becoming a first-level warrior, he still only knows how to do this.  You can't be reckless, you have to find a way to temper his temper."

    At this time, the fighting at the foot of the mountain was so tense that it made people breathless. The violent horses were jumping vertically and horizontally, and the sturdy grasslandThe warriors wielded their sharp swords in a life-and-death fight, and there were frightening collision sounds as the bloody blades intersected. Some had their arms cut off, some had their Tianling Caps sliced ??off, and the blood was like rain.

    Deleng's eyes were red from the killing, his face and body were covered with sticky blood, he was roaring and slashing horizontally, but there was no one he could defeat. The soldiers on both sides were shocked to see him.

    He was so brave and fearless that even the Naohe soldiers applauded him.  However, Feng Rushan secretly shook his head.

    Such a simple and crude attack, without any technical content, is just like a prairie warrior, and really doesn¡¯t look like his Fengrushan disciple.

    He didn¡¯t want to train Deleng into a standard warrior.

    "It's a pity that Feng Rushan seems to have forgotten that his first disciple, General Niu Wang, has very few similarities with his master. He cannot do anything he wants to do with many things and people.

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    "Feng Rushan, you are not mistaken, are you? That Sang Ding, how come there is no trace of it yet? Erlengzi, just sit back and relax. If you move again, I will break your dog legs."

    The next day during the day, with both sides constantly attacking and defending, it was about to pass again. The sunset was setting in the west, and the setting sun was like blood. Looking at the bright red clouds in the west that were dripping with blood, and the broken arrows and broken knives all over the mountains and down the mountains, Murong  Xuefei couldn't help but frown.

    Although Ruan Biao's storage bag was not small, after a day and a night of consumption, there was almost nothing left in it. Moreover, Zhao Lan had already lost more than half of the 300 guards and soldiers with him, and food and drinking water were also exhausted.  There were not many left. Although the Naohe soldiers also suffered heavy casualties, there were still many people. Tonight, relying only on themselves, there was no way they could defend this hill.

    An organized defense requires a minimum number of manpower. If there are too few people, there is no defense. It can only be called unyielding.

    As for Deleng¡¯s, it¡¯s a dog-leg, it¡¯s hard to knock, seriously, you will lose.

    "Haha, Erlingzi, save some energy for the night. Uncle Master, I guess Sang Ding encountered a blockage on the way. This also shows that Zhaolan broke through and it is impossible to return to the big tent. Let's wait and see, Sang  If Ding is smart enough, he will definitely come over as soon as possible regardless of the cost. Of course, if Sang Ding has other ideas, Zhao Lan will not be able to blame others if he dies"

    In fact, Feng Rushan still has five of Ruan Biao¡¯s storage bags, and there are plenty of them in the Immortal Mansion. However, Feng Rushan is not willing to take the trouble anymore.

    It¡¯s not worth it for Zhaolan.

    "Oh. Long, the warrior is so good. Master, my injury is healed."

    Deleng sat down unwillingly.

    Feng Rushan's elixir was really effective. Deleng felt that his arrow wound was completely healed, and Murong Xuefei found him a brand new set of rhinoceros leather armor from somewhere. Deleng really couldn't understand how strong he was.  After using it, eating a piece of meat came back, why should I save it for the night? However, since Murong Xuefei and Feng Rushan spoke at the same time, Deleng of course had no choice but to obey obediently.

    It¡¯s just Feng Rushan, Murong Xuefei really dared to beat him, although she rarely broke his legs.

    "Oh, then if you try to persuade Zhaolan again, I see that he is a little shaken again. He always has the idea of ??breaking out in his heart, but he has no future"

    In fact, after these two days of fighting in person, even if Zhao Lan is eventually killed or captured, Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei have been freed from suspicion. Whether Zhao Lan himself can be saved or not is no longer important to them. However, Murong  Xue Fei hates doing things half-way, and she hates failure even more.

    "It feels good to be a warrior, Erlengzi. High-level warriors are more fun. You should seize the time to practice, and the little you accumulate will make more. Every moment you practice more is a moment. Uncle Master, there is no way for good and misfortune, we can only bring it upon ourselves. I  It¡¯s not Xuan Xi who is too lazy to pay attention to him. Whether he lives or dies is up to him "

    "Hehe, silly boy, you are not stupid."

    Zhaolan's temper became more and more irritable, and his words became more and more unpleasant. He completely lost the demeanor of a general. Feng Rushan had no interest in looking at his face, let alone listening to the gossip of the two aides.

    Deleng's powerful physical recovery ability actually has little to do with Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, it is talent. Of course, Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has comprehensively improved his body functions and recovery ability, which must have also improved. However, there is no need to elaborate on these.  explained to him.

    "Forget it. Feng Rushan, why have the archers on the opposite side not taken action in the past two days?"

    Of course Murong Xuefei is not a masochist.

    "Hey, Uncle Master, I estimate that this small group of horse archers was personally invited by Ji Huo to deal with the masters around Zhaolan. Without Ji Huo's order, the rest of the Naohe tribe may not have the command to move them. The arrows of the horse archers  It's not cheap. The Naohe tribe doesn't have the ability to make it by itself, and it can't buy it even if it has a star shield."

      Feng Rushan has a deep understanding of the preciousness of special arrows and the strict control of the Black Wolf tent.

    In fact, the third-level warriors among the Naohe soldiers at the foot of the mountain rarely took action. As for the reason, Feng Rushan couldn't figure it out.

    Of course, third-level warriors are the high-end combat power of any army. Feng Rushan can understand that they will not be dispatched easily until a critical moment, but it always feels a little weird to him.

    "Hey! Bastard, I asked you to be right again, this time you win!"

    Murong Xuefei was about to say a few words when she suddenly saw dust rising in the east. Soon there was the sound of muffled thunderous hoofbeats. It was obvious that a large group of people were galloping towards them. Everyone on the mountain changed their expressions in shock, but then they heard a familiar sound.  With the sound of the Black Wolf Army's horns and drums, the Naohe soldiers at the foot of the mountain retreated in panic. Don't ask, it was natural that Sang Ding finally arrived with his army. The remaining soldiers cheered, and some hugged each other and cried. Murong Xuefei  , and also breathed a huge sigh of relief.

    As for Dong Dao who lost to Feng Rushan, let¡¯s talk about that later.
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