man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 305 The Showdown (4500 words)
rule.

To put it more simply, Zheng Haoran, as a [General], can greatly increase the attack, defense, and speed of his soldiers, and can concentrate all attacks to expand the attack range.

A row of shield soldiers stood still and blocked the charge of the black wind horse group. This is the performance of the greatly improved defense.

The spearmen's "sharp stabs" seem to be covered with a layer of energy clothing, and the spears can penetrate three or four rows of cavalry out of thin air, which is a manifestation of the expansion of the "attack range".

The general and the soldiers are integrated to achieve true "dominance".

After the fierce battle, Zheng Haoran was still fighting fiercely in the snow, but his soldiers were so tired that they collapsed to the ground. Except for Old Li Tou, most of them could not help lying on the ground panting and unable to move.

Zheng Haoran turned his head and stared at Zheng Xiu and the others.

Zheng Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought that the three of them didn't join Zheng Haoran, so they wouldn't be noticed.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Haoran waved vigorously at Zheng Xiu angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, come and help!"

As Zheng Haoran said, he dug a hole in the snow and threw two knives to the three of them.

Feng Bei, Zheng Xiu, and the monk took the saber and looked at each other with the same bewildered expression.

"Help, dig a hole!"

Seeing the three of them standing still, Zheng Haoran shuddered and shouted sharply.

The three from 20 years later kept quiet and began to work obediently.

Walking to the corner, Fengbei and the monk whispered at the same time.

"Your father is really fierce."

"Brother, your father is so fierce."

"Meow!"

Zheng Xiu: "..."

"father,"

Zheng Xiu hurried over, this time with the foreshadowing ahead, he didn't pretend anymore, he grabbed Zheng Haoran anxiously and called his father.

"Are you not afraid that they will kill a carbine?"

The saber in Zheng Haoran's hand was used to dig pits, cutting iron like mud, not to mention rocks, the stones were flying, and a deep hole was dug under him in a short while.

The snow gradually subsided, Zheng Haoran's upper body was bare, his skin was hot and steaming.

He put his saber on the ground, pressed his hands on the hilt of the saber, and rested for a while.Hearing this, Zheng Haoran glanced at Zheng Xiu, shook his head and smiled wryly: "You boy, I'm only a few years older than you, and my daddy is yelling all day... If Chuntao hears it, I have to... cough cough, whatever, it's up to you .”

Zheng Haoran almost showed his wife's strict side, his expression was serious, he regained his father's prestige, pointed at the sky with a finger, and said with a mysterious smile: "It's dawn."

"At this moment, they have suffered a defeat. The wolf king is not as reckless as he appears on the surface. Even if he has the upper hand in numbers, it is impossible for him to attack rashly when the situation is declining."

"Once they lose another battle and cannot attack us, it will make their barbarian cavalry worse, and the morale of the army will be frustrated again."

Zheng Haoran seemed to be aware that the wolf king was "protected by the moon".

Aliens will always have a keen sense of touch that is different from ordinary people in strange aspects.

Similar to Fengbei's vision, Xie Luohe's hearing, monk's feeling, and his own intuition.

Zheng Xiu speculated that Zheng Haoran guessed this matter by using the "fist-punch mind-reading technique".

Zheng Haoran didn't question why the three of them didn't join the army.

If he didn't ask, Zheng Xiu felt uneasy, worried about what Zheng Haoran saw.

However, if he told Zheng Haoran everything, would he believe that he was his son who lived alone and became the richest man 20 years later?
Does he blame himself?

Did he live the life he hoped for?

Will he be proud of who he is today?
Can I really successfully "cross the sea", let Zheng Haoran fake his death, and successfully deceive "history"?

Zheng Xiu stared blankly at Zheng Haoran frowning, lost in thought because of his casual question, his mind went blank.

In front of his father, Zheng Xiu is no longer the richest man, no longer the director of the Disaster Prevention Bureau, nor is he the Prince Zheng who is under one man and above ten thousand.He was just a child protected under the plump wings of his father, that's all.

Well, he's still a kid.

After pondering for a while, Zheng Haoran grinned and his eyes sparkled: "If I were him, I would definitely have a temporary truce, at least three days."

Zheng Xiu frowned: "Are you so sure?"

Zheng Haoran clenched his fists and held them flat in front of Zheng Xiu: "A real man will hold back his thoughts and hide them, but they will all fall into his fists in the end. After touching him for a while, he probably knows what kind of character the Wolf King is." .”

"Really so god?"

Zheng Xiu still thinks that his father's fist-bumping and mind-reading skills are a bit evil.

"Try?"

Zheng Haoran shook his fist with a smile.

Zheng Xiu touched it again: "What did you touch?"

"Cut," Zheng Haoran showed disdain, curled his lips: "There is nothing in your fist, it's so light."

Zheng Xiu's forehead was bulging with veins, and he silently rolled up his sleeves.

Feng Bei suppressed a smile at the side, wondering why this guy acted childishly as soon as he stood in front of his father, walked to Zheng Xiu's side, Feng Bei lightly pressed Zheng Xiu's fist, and asked Zheng Haoran indifferently: " General Zheng, the pit has been dug. Are we going to spread the enemy's weapons at the bottom of the pit and make a trap?"

"Trap?" Zheng Haoran stared straight, scratching his helmet: "When did I ask you to be a trap?" Zheng Haoran pointed to the bodies of the Taniguchi barbarians: "Bury them."

As soon as Zheng Haoran said this, Feng Bei, the monk, and Zheng Xiu all showed shock.

The monk crooked his mouth, his left eyelid trembled, and looked at Fengbei.

Feng Bei pursed his lips, blinked his eyes, and looked back at Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu nodded.

Feng Bei moved and floated into the valley.She wanted to help, but as soon as her hands touched the corpse, a knife-like crack appeared on the corpse, and after a while, the corpse was dead, so she dared not touch it again.

Feng Bei looked back at Zheng Xiu as if asking for help, Zheng Xiu sighed softly, "I'll do it."

Zheng Haoran didn't know that the three people who had a tacit understanding completed a silent communication under his nose.

Sunrise East.

The sky is bright.

A thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the mountain wall, and the sunlight refracted a halo of seven colors on the mountain wall.

Fengbei couldn't make a move, the three men worked together to bury hundreds of corpses in the valley, it took a full two hours.

"Why did you bury them?"

After finishing the work, Zheng Xiu couldn't figure out the reason for Zheng Haoran to do so.

"Why?" Zheng Haoran shook his head, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, put on his clothes, and said calmly: "There is no reason, idleness is idleness."

"They are clearly enemies."

"The ones who are alive are the enemy."

Zheng Haoran replied with a smile.

"And before that? Why didn't you bury it?"

"Tsk, didn't you have time before?" Zheng Haoran said carelessly.Zheng Xiu finally understood at this moment that what Zheng Haoran did had nothing to do with "right or wrong" or "should not", and it had nothing to do with "compassion" or "respect".

Zheng Xiu tried his best to understand Zheng Haoran's thoughts when he buried the enemy's corpse. In a few words, Zheng Xiu vaguely noticed that Zheng Haoran might have thought that when these hundreds of barbarians were killed on the battlefield, they would completely cut the gap between the two armies. The grievances and karma of his life, he passed by, he was in pain when he was idle, he was buried, and he could exercise his body, that's all.

"wack."

The more Zheng Xiu got in touch with Zheng Haoran, the more he felt that he was a strange person.

Perhaps this is "other people".

There are always things in every "foreigner" that ordinary people cannot understand.

Fengbei was, monk was, Xie Luohe was, and so was Zheng Haoran.

"Among the strangers, only I am the most normal."

Zheng Xiu silently gave himself a thumbs up.

The next three days.

Sure enough, as Zheng Haoran said, the northern barbarian side did not take any action.

As a scout, Feng Bei went out to investigate, and sent back news: the Beiman army of [-] people camped for ten miles, and guarded it tightly outside the canyon, almost like an iron barrel.

Feng Bei revealed in front of Zheng Xiu more than once that Zheng Xiu stopped her idea of ​​entering the enemy line and slaughtering the northern barbarian army.

Zheng Xiu seriously warned Feng Bei:

"Have you forgotten about the Sun Cicada Valley in the far west of the desert 200 years ago?"

With the addition of Zheng Haoran, now that four strangers are gathered together, Zheng Xiu's worries are by no means unfounded.If what Bai Qiuyue said before she died is true, and Zheng Haoran was really taken away by Chang An as a "human pillar", then there must be a battle, which will become a key node. Cheng's "Xiang" will break through the barrier between Chang An and Chang Shi, and take Zheng Haoran away.

After resting for three days, Zheng Jiajun finally regained his vitality.

Zheng Haoran's "dominance technique" is not without any price. All the soldiers whose strength has been greatly increased by Zheng Haoran's "dominance" were sore and weak after that night, and it took a whole day and night to recover .

Not long after Old Li Tou regained his energy, Zheng Xiu secretly found Old Li Tou and asked for a stack of papers.

This paper was not originally used for drawing, but for wiping buttocks.But in such a harsh environment, Zheng Xiu couldn't pay too much attention.

It took a whole day for Zheng Xiu to draw every person in the Zheng family's army, wearing armor, on the straw paper stroke by stroke, leaving the finishing touch.He sneaked into Zheng Haoran's military tent again, carefully compared Zheng Haoran's armor styles, and drew a few.

"The path of a painter, if you go deep, it can indeed turn decay into magic."

Zheng Xiu kicked a thick stack of prepared "works" in his arms, and waited until the fourth day.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, ravens flew in the distance again.

Feng Bei, the monk, and Zheng Xiu all suffer from the mental illness of "wanting to kill a raven when they see it", ready to move and murderous: Feng Bei takes off his gloves, the monk touches his bald head, and Zheng Xiu draws eighteen kinds of weapons on the snow .The three finally resisted the urge to kill the raven. Zheng Haoran had already removed the letter tube tied to the raven's feet and read the contents of the secret letter.

To Zheng Xiu's surprise, during the picnic, Zheng Xiu sneaked up on Zheng Haoran to get out the contents of the secret letter. As soon as he opened his mouth, Zheng Haoran seemed to see through Zheng Xiu's mind and took the initiative to say what the secret letter said. .

"Now that the situation outside is stalemate, the Wolf King takes these three days to rest and send orders. The morale of the northern barbarian army has been revived, and we are not very optimistic."

"Sure enough, the wolf king is the key to winning the battle." Zheng Haoran looked at Zheng Xiu with meaningful eyes: "Although the northern barbarian cavalry are brave and good at fighting, and their physique is far superior to that of the Dagan, they are not in the same heart. An army can only be formed if there is a wolf king to suppress it. Just like a pack of wolves... a pack of wolves without a wolf is like a plate of loose sand and cannot form a climate."

"Old Li!"

Zheng Haoran called the deputy general: "How long can our army last for food?"

Lao Li thought for a while and replied: "General, if you want to eat enough, you can still manage it for three days. If you save it, eating for ten or eight days is not a problem."

"Okay! Watch out for their night raids tonight. If there is nothing wrong tonight, tomorrow morning, choose a hundred good fighters to follow me in the raid! By the way, let the new leader cook a fat meal, and don't starve the brothers. "

Zheng Haoran didn't struggle for too long, and calmly issued the military order for the surprise attack tomorrow morning.

After dismissing Lieutenant General Lao Li with his hands, only father and son were left by the campfire.

"I heard that you secretly painted portraits of our army?"

Zheng Haoran asked abruptly.

Zheng Xiu wanted to deny it, but seeing Zheng Haoran's determined gaze, he could only obediently take out the stack of straw paper he had drawn.

"Tsk," Zheng Haoran glanced at it, lost interest, threw it back into Zheng Xiu's hand, and said: "A good man should aim everywhere, wielding knives and guns, defending his home and country. Moaning without illness, dancing poetry and painting, arty, hmph, It makes less sense."

Zheng Xiu bowed his head and remained silent, stoking the flames, not daring to refute.

Now in the Daqian Dynasty, Zheng Xiugui is the Scarlet King, and it is too late to coax and hold it. Who dares to say that the Red King is half wrong.But at this moment, Zheng Haoran had the attitude of a father teaching his son, and while Zheng Xiu didn't dare to refute, not only did he not feel disgusted in his heart, but on the contrary, there was a tinge of warmth in his heart.

"It seems that after many years, the world will be peaceful."

Zheng Haoran sighed inexplicably.

Zheng Xiuxiu added half-wet and half-dry firewood, and thick black smoke came out of the fire due to incomplete combustion.When Zheng Haoran said this sentence abruptly, Zheng Xiu's movements stopped instantly, and his whole body became stiff.

He raised his head in disbelief, only to see Zheng Haoran looking at him with complicated eyes.

Call ~
A gust of cold wind blows, blowing sparks flying.Sparks landed on the back of Zheng Xiu's hand, and it turned red, and Zheng Xiu retracted his hand in shock.

"It seems so." Zheng Haoran was unusually calm at the moment, rubbing his chin in wonder: "My son really looks like me."

"what????"

Zheng Xiu was dumbfounded.

Hold on, Dad.

I just appeared like this without any precaution or hesitation, Dad, you are too calm, right?
The future son went back to 20 years ago, was it such a common thing?
Zheng Xiu opened his mouth. Originally, he was struggling with how to show his cards to his father, but unexpectedly, his father took the initiative to point out the matter, and...accepted.

The pancakes in the pan made a sizzling sound, Zheng Haoran picked up one piece with a stick, blew twice, folded it carefully, and put it into Zheng Xiu's bowl.

"You come back, there are other things."

Zheng Haoran looked at the bewildered Zheng Xiu, and grinned: "Eat, don't be stupid, you can live longer on the battlefield if you are full."

Kacha, Zheng Xiu took a hard bite.

"It's burnt."

Zheng Xiu was dissatisfied.

"Hey, I didn't practice much. Your mother didn't cook well at first, but after two years in the kitchen, hey, don't tell me, she still looks good."

Zheng Haoran touched the back of his head and lowered his head.

The father and son were silent and didn't speak until Zheng Xiu finished eating a pancake, he got up and walked into the snow: "I'm going to practice boxing for a while."

Zheng Haoran's figure moved around in the snow, which drew the Zheng family's army to applaud again and again.

This strange development made Zheng Xiu even more confused. Is this a normal reaction for a normal person to meet his son from the future?
This is not normal!

Do you have nothing to ask?
Zheng Xiu was speechless, with black lines on his forehead, and watched his father practice boxing from sunrise to sunset.

evening.

The hearty Zheng Haoran called Zheng Xiu and the monk to the military tent.

The monk still didn't know that Zheng Xiu had been exposed, so he pretended to be an ordinary soldier, opened the curtain, bowed his hands in salute, coughed twice, and asked for his orders.

Zheng Haoran waved his hand and signaled: "Sit down, this is not a battlefield, so there is no need to be cautious."

The monk didn't sit down, and winked at Zheng Xiu:
"Brother, why are you silent?"

After a while, Feng Bei, who was wearing a strong attire, entered the room with his face covered. He was as cold as before, and his tone was indifferent: "May I ask what is your order, General?"

"Here, here we come." Zheng Haoran waved to Fengbei: "Sit down, let me see what my future daughter-in-law will look like."

When Fengbei and the monk heard this, their pupils trembled.

After a while.

Monk and Feng Bei sat on the soft cushion with their backs straight like children, sitting upright, not daring to move.

"Uh," Zheng Xiu saw the weird atmosphere, and took the initiative to explain: "My father found out. Let me introduce formally, Zheng Haoran, my father. Feng Bei, the wife I am marrying from Ming Media. Come, call me father."

Feng Bei's pretty face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head and said in a gnat-like voice, "Father."

The monk shyly said: "Father!"

Swish!
All eyes fell on the monk's shiny forehead.

Zheng Haoran raised his head little by little, and looked at Zheng Xiu blankly.

Zheng Xiu explained: "Huahua, nicknamed Ruchen, is a friend of life and death, and loves brothers and sisters!"

Zheng Haoran breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and laughed endlessly: "It's okay to call Dad, hahaha!"

Smiling and laughing, Zheng Haoran had tears in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)