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Chapter 1084: Qianjun Camp, Duanmu Yan
"This general... This general thanks the Duke on behalf of our brothers!"

"This was given to me by General Nangong before his death..."

The young general's voice trembled, and then he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took out half a tiger talisman from his arms.

"You should keep the tiger talisman for yourself."

Su Ye waved his hand, and the agarwood fragrance mixed with the smell of blood weaved into a fine web.

"What I want is a living Lei Ze Dragon Rider, not a tablet in the ancestral hall."

Then he suddenly chuckled, and his fingertips brushed across the cracked scales on Nan Guiyue's shoulder. He then held Nan Guiyue's left hand, but saw calluses all over the palm, and a new knife wound at the base of the palm, with the skin and flesh turned inside out, which was very scary.

"These hands should hold the reins, not the sword case."

As he spoke, he took out a green jade bottle from his sleeve. The body of the bottle was engraved with the Vermillion Bird pattern of the Hengzhou Medical Clinic.

Nan Guiyue stared at the medicine bottle in his hand, and suddenly remembered that when he was a child in the Nangong family, whenever he was injured while practicing martial arts, his master would always apply medicine on him while muttering to him.

“A warrior should have calluses on his palms and light in his heart.”

Now that the master's body is still warm, the new master is using the same medicine bottle, as if he has taken over the master's mantle.

"Tomorrow at the parade ground, I want to see the battle flag of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders flying again."

Su Ye suddenly turned around, his white robe sweeping across the vermilion palace wall, and Jingwei's sword-holding gesture was clearly steadier than usual.

Nan Guiyue looked at the dark figure disappearing into the twilight, and suddenly he felt a lightness on his shoulder - the torn armor had been patched with a piece of dark brocade at some point, and the stitches were so fine that they were even more delicate than those of the embroiderers in the army.

When the bonfire of the Qian army camp outside the city was brightly lit, Su Ye was walking on the frost and dew on the ground, with Jing Wei holding a torch and leading the way. The black iron wristband rubbed against the hemp rope of the tent, making a teeth-grinding squeak.

Not far from them, Xuanwu, holding the Xuanwu mace, led three hundred Xuanwu guards and spread out in a goose shape. Their black armor reflected the firelight, like a group of moving iron beasts.

"Zhenguogong Wan'an——"

Suddenly, a deliberately drawn-out hello was heard from the front. Su Ye looked up and saw a dozen generals of the Qian army, surrounding a young man in a red robe and coming towards him.

The young man had sword-like brows and bright eyes, his fiery red cloak fluttering like a flag in the night wind, and his eyes and brows contained a sharpness as frosty as snow. Who else could it be but Duanmu Yan?

Duanmu Yan was frowning as he listened to the old soldier's report on the situation of the Qian army outside the city, when he suddenly felt the surroundings become quiet.

When he looked up, he saw Su Ye, in a white robe as white as snow, looking at him with his chin propped up.

The young general is in a good mood, still patrolling with his soldiers in the middle of the night?"

Su Ye tapped the Chunjun sword at his waist with his fingertips, and the golden thread pattern flowed like a galaxy in the firelight.

He had heard Jingwei mention that Duanmu Yan had set up a sand table in the camp during the day and used the "Ten Formations" theory in "The Art of War" to organize the 200,000 Qian troops into Fengshi, Crane Wing and other formations.

Duanmu Yan's ears turned red, and the Ronglin scabbard left deep marks on the ground.

How could he not know that Su Ye was teasing him? During the day, when the old generals heard that the army was to be reorganized, they were like cats whose tails were stepped on. If he had not brought out the military manual to calm the situation, they would have made a fuss long ago.

"It's not as elegant as the Duke of Zhenguo's, who comes to visit the military camp in the middle of the night."

Duanmu Yan suddenly raised his eyes, his frosty gaze piercing Su Ye. He had heard that the lord of Hengzhou was extremely domineering, but he did not expect that he would dare to walk into the Qian army camp alone when the Qian army had not yet fully surrendered.

Didn't he know that among these 200,000 soldiers, those who wanted to take his head could be lined up from the gate to the imperial city?
Su Ye chuckled softly, the scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of blood weaving into a dense web. He suddenly picked up a torch and moved closer to Duanmu Yan, but saw the boy's Adam's apple rolling and a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

This expression is related to the "senior sister" Kong Xuan mentioned during the day. Could it be...

"Young general, do you know why the bonfires in the camp are arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper?" Su Ye suddenly turned around, his white robe swept across the sand table, and a golden line drew a Milky Way on the map.

Duanmu Yan looked carefully and saw that the seven bonfires on the sand table really matched the positions of the stars, which was exactly the "beacon guard method" recorded in "Wujing Zongyao".

"Prevent night attacks."

Duanmu Yan blurted out, and suddenly realized that he had said something wrong. How could he not know such common sense in the army? It was just that he was busy calming the soldiers during the day and did not notice the bonfire layout.

And...it can prevent night attacks and...it can also prevent mutiny!

Duanmu Yan took a deep breath, and his fiery red cloak drooped down like a defeated rooster. How could he not know that Su Ye was trying to recruit him?

But this person is too deep-minded. Although Duanmu Yan is not familiar with political affairs, he is not stupid. If it weren't for his senior sister's face...

Su Ye picked up the torch and cast the two people's shadows on the sand. Next to the bonfire of the Big Dipper, there was another figure standing side by side, which looked like the "Purple Palace and the Emperor Star" recorded in "Bu Tian Ge".

"If the young general is really stupid, how could he set up the 'Eight Formations Locking the Dragon' on the sand table?"

Su Ye suddenly chuckled, causing the bronze crane incense burner in front of the hall to buzz. He had heard Jing Wei report earlier that Duanmu Yan had trapped five veteran generals in broad daylight using a variant of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array. If he had not stopped them in time, those old guys would have started fighting in front of the sand table.

Duanmu Yan's ears turned red, and he suddenly picked up the command flag beside the sand table. The five colored flags of red, green, yellow, white and black fluttered between his fingers, and in an instant he formed a "Five Elements Mutual Generation Formation".

With such speed in deploying the troops, even the veteran generals of the Hengzhou Army who have been through many battles would feel ashamed of themselves.

"Young General, do you know what the 200,000 soldiers in this camp lack the most?"

Su Ye suddenly picked up a red pen and drew a circle at the location of Qianzhou on the map.

Duanmu Yan looked carefully and saw that the mountains, rivers, cities and passes within the circle were clearly visible, and the entire Qianzhou terrain was included in it.

“Lack of food.”

Duanmu Yan blurted out and suddenly realized that she had said something wrong.

How could he not know that the army was short of food? It was just that during the day, when the veterans heard him mention the Hengzhou grain transport team, their eyes lit up like hungry wolves, as if he, Duanmu Yan, had secretly hidden the military rations.

Su Ye clapped his hands and laughed: "Exactly! Little General, take a look at this."

He suddenly took out a sealed lacquer envelope from his sleeve, with the words "Jixia Ji Di" printed on the outside of the envelope in red clay. Duanmu Yan took it and looked at it carefully, only to see that the words were densely covered in tiny regular script, like a group of ants gnawing on mulberry leaves.

"This is the Regulations for the Trade between Qianzhou and Hengzhou drafted overnight by the students of Jixia Academy. It contains detailed descriptions of the passes, fortresses, and taxes."

Su Ye's fingertips brushed over the red seal of "Hengzhou Rice Shop" on the letter and he suddenly chuckled.

"Young General, maybe you have thought that the 'Xuepo Rice' produced in Hengzhou can be transported to Qiandu in three days?"

Duanmu Yan's whole body was shocked, and she suddenly remembered that when she was a child in Yinlong Valley, her senior sister Si Luoying always liked to use snow soul rice to make porridge.

The rice grains were crystal clear, and the porridge cooked from it was as delicious as fine jade. Even the tribute to the royal family was no better than this. Now hearing Su Ye mention it, it seemed as if Hengzhou had already planned to target Qianzhou's granary.

"The Duke of Zhenguo wants to use rice to buy the hearts of the troops?"

Duanmu Yan suddenly raised her eyes, and her frosty gaze pierced Su Ye. How could he not know about this method?

When my father, General Duanmu, pacified southern Xinjiang, he used the method of "work-for-relief" to win the hearts of the people. However, if this method is used in the army, I am afraid...

(End of this chapter)