Chapter 1088 Blood Fox Nalan Dingdong did not expect that Mu Xianjun¡¯s last choice was not to rush back to Mu Mansion to see Mu Guangling. After Mu Zihuan returned, she would not take risks to protect herself. Nalan's serial plan was to make the Mu family turn against each other. At the very least, it would cause trouble for Mu Guangling. "Perhaps it was because Mu Xianjun saw through Nalan's plan, so he just sent a capable subordinate to Mu Mansion to report the news. "If you don't go back to Mu Mansion, aren't you afraid that the people you sent back won't be able to catch up and let Mu Zihuan go back first? Although Mu Zihuan's cultivation is not very strong, he is a person your father trusts after all. If he makes a sneak attack, your father will You may not be prepared." Nalan asked curiously. "With his cultivation level, how can Mu Zihuan and others be able to hurt him? Even if he is defenseless, Mu Zihuan doesn't have the ability. Besidestrust? Who has he trusted over the years?" Mu Xianjun's tone was somewhat bleak, and Nalan Dingdong keenly caught a very unusual word in his wordshim. Mu Xianjun did not use the word "father" when referring to Mu Guangling as before, but instead used the word "he". The word "tai" can well reflect Mu Xianjun's state of mind at this time. The Mu Mansion¡¯s attack on the Red Eyebrow Army undoubtedly dealt a huge blow to this young man who had always been arrogant. In fact, this has something to do with his transformation over the past year or so. In the past, Mu Xianjun would never have thought that Mu Guangling did anything wrong in attacking the Red Eyebrow Army. As the head of the Mu Mansion, the interests of the Mu Mansion must come first at all times. Now the armies in Eastern Xinjiang are showing signs of considering the Black Flag Army. If no action is taken, Mu Mansion's dominance in Eastern Xinjiang will be in jeopardy. But the Mu Xianjun now is different from before. After the battle on Penglai Island, his state of mind changed dramatically. How could his mood not be affected when he witnessed the five thousand warriors who fought to the last moment to protect their homeland and country? He fought side by side with those five thousand warriors. The blood of those soldiers was sprinkled on every inch of Penglai Island, and it was also splashed on his body and his face. The blood was hot, how could he not be moved? During the battle on 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 supplies and support. They went hungry and fought against foreigners with strong ships and powerful guns. No one can imagine how those soldiers persisted at the last moment. Even now, Mu Xianjun can't forget his shriveled belly wrapped tightly with strips of cloth, or his trembling hands holding the weapon. Hungry, desperate. The most terrifying things in the world did not defeat those soldiers, nor did the powerful foreigners defeat them. They use their own death to write the most proud dignity in the world. Nalan Dingdong did not see the brutality of that battle, but he could imagine how the five thousand Mufu soldiers performed their duties. Yes, that's a soldier's responsibility. Maybe they had been domineering in the local area, maybe they had oppressed the good, maybe they had beaten the old and bullied the women, but on that island, all their past mistakes were washed away with blood. Soldiers are always a group that cannot be understood. When a disaster strikes, most soldiers will remember their mission. It is this brilliance in human nature that makes Mu Xianjun, whose heart was originally filled with darkness, noticeably change. Perhaps, even he himself was not aware of this change. He never thought that in fact, when he started to hate Mu Guangling for attacking the Red Eyebrow Army, and even in the past when he started to hate Mu Guangling for attacking other teams, he had already drifted away from his father, and he had already drifted away from his father. The Mu Mansion that once dreamed of becoming its master is gradually drifting away. "The foreigners will attack at night." Perhaps Mu Xianjun didn't want to continue the topic about his father, so he pointed to the foreign camp in the distance: "Look, there are still teams gathering behind the foreign camp. You can see the smoke rising from the kitchen next to the assembled team, obviously they are waiting for the meal." Mu Xianjun looked sideways at the setting sun: "It's not far from dark, I guess those foreigners will be there when it gets dark. Then eat. An hour after the meal, it is probably time for the foreigners to attack." Nalan Dingdong knew that Mu Xianjun was right. After more than a year of fighting, the pampered young master of Mu Mansion has become more and more mature. mature. If you start attacking after eating, the first reason is that it is not dark enough. The second is that people always feel a little tired after a meal. An hour after a meal, the food has been almost digested, but the physical strength is at its strongest. "It's strange, isn't it?" Nalan Dingdong said: "According to common sense, night raids are always after midnight. That is the time when people are the sleepiest and least able to concentrate, but it seems that the foreigners do not intend to wait until midnight time later.Mu Xianjun put down his clairvoyance: "I don't know why the foreigners would arrange it like this, but I know that if you suddenly lead your troops out for a charge after half an hour, the foreigners who are eating will definitely not have time to take precautions." Nalan Dingdong He couldn't help but laugh: "No wonder the soldiers of the Red Eyebrow Army admire you so much. It turns out you are more than just a pretty face." Mu Xianjun frowned and glanced at Nalan Dingdong but seemed too lazy to say anything. ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ Archduke Hullens actually made no mistakes in commanding the war in Eastern Xinjiang. This old man has tried his best to maximize the interests of the foreigners. He was keenly aware of the conflicts between Mu Mansion and other Han teams, so he began to take advantage of these conflicts. Although the speed of the foreign army's advance in Eastern Xinjiang was far slower than when it attacked Dongchu, the foreigners actually did not suffer in most of the war. But it was obvious that Emperor Lyman, the helmsman of this powerful empire, was not satisfied with Hullens' performance. Therefore, he asked Hullens to lead the troops to continue the front-on battle with Mu Mansion, and handed over the Phoenix Tower that was left behind, the nail that could be most easily removed, to others. This other person is a young man who is only twenty-five years old, a young man who looks too proud to let his jaw droop so slightly. His name is Schweinger. Under Emperor Lyman¡¯s command, there were also generals younger than him. But among the generals under Leman the Great who were younger or as young as him, no one had more military merit than him. This young man with aristocratic blood, who has been in the army since he was sixteen years old, makes people feel that he is different from the moment he picks up a weapon and puts on a military uniform. He seems to be born for war. Arrogance is just his character, and ruthlessness is his method. "Hullens is too old." Schweinger, who is 1.9 meters tall, does not have a strong body that looks very foreign. On the contrary, although he is very tall, he is so thin that he looks like someone who has just recovered from a serious illness. people. He has white skin unique to foreigners, slightly curly short hair, not very thick golden eyebrows, and dark blue eyes that always hide unexpected violence. As a nobleman, his temperament has no rustic flavor. He knows how to show the noble side of a man, so even when he kills someone with his own hands, he doesn't want his white gloves to be stained with any 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 that of those despicable people. "His Majesty always praises Hullens in front of us, saying that although he is old, he is a knife that never forgets to sharpen himself. When I was young, I used to admire old people like him because they were On the way to the rise of the empire, great contributions have been made. But unfortunately, time is something that no one can stop. When you are old, you are old, and if you are useless, you are useless." Schweinger shook the glass in his hand and looked at the hanging. The red wine on the wall of the glass slowly receded. "Hullens is still insisting on a very backward tactic. He thinks that we can defeat the Han people by relying on our powerful weapons. This is obviously wrong. The sense of honor of soldiers is sometimes better than that of weapons. Advantages can stimulate a person's fighting spirit. Obviously, this is the case for the Han people." He glanced outside and smiled: "So, if you want to defeat the Han people, you must have more fighting spirit than them. They are more cunning than the Han people showed on the battlefield. " "I asked a team of 10,000 people to wait outside for dinner. Guess what the Han guards on the Phoenix Tower city would think of if they saw this scene? " He ask. A general standing respectfully below him bowed his head and said: "Dear Lord Marquis, they will think that you are going to send troops to attack at night." "Then what?" Schweinger asked. The subordinate thought for a while: "Will you strengthen the defense?" "No" Schweinger shook his head: "Your thoughts are still too fixed, just like the stones on the wall of Phoenix Terrace that will not move. I have carefully observed these. The Han guard general's commanding style in the past is a very cunning person. So, we have to take advantage of this cunning. I deliberately let them see it. If nothing happens, the Han people will be defeated in an hour. They would rush out of the Phoenix Tower, because they would feel that their defenses would be lax when we were eating. "It was just dark at that time." He smiled, with a trace of red wine on the corner of his mouth, as if it was blood. trace. "Witege" He looked at his subordinate and said: "It's probably still a long time before the Han attack."I will give you half an hour to assemble your team and set up an ambush in the high-slope jungle five miles west of the camp. If the Han people come, this will be a credit I will reward you for. . If you are lucky enough to kill the Han defender, I won't mind writing your name in the military report submitted to His Majesty. " "Are you a baron now? " He asked. The face of the foreign general named Vitag immediately became excited, and his lips were trembling slightly: "Yes, Lord Marquis, I inherited my father's title. " "Yeah" Schweinger waved his hand: "Go ahead, after this battle is over, maybe I will call you Lord Viscount. " He looked at the red wine in the cup, which reflected a strange red color under the lamp: "After the war begins, I will personally lead troops to support you. Don't worry, I will not take away your credit. Because I need my subordinates to be loyal enough to me, I will not be stingy about asking for credit for you. " "The imperial battle flag is a merit book, which records every person who has made military exploits for the empire. Of course there will be names like Hullens on there, but I hope that in the future your name will be listed before his. " Schweinger smiled: "That way, I will also feel the glory. " "Follow your orders! " Vitag gave a vigorous military salute: "I will never live up to your expectations of me. Tonight, I will let the Han people know what fear is. "