Chapter 145 Even Dirtier
Mrs. Daxi was indeed captured alive. Xiazi Bei was a very sophisticated egoist. Zheng Fan discovered this when they had lunch together at the Hutou City Inn. Just like myself, I picked up the chopsticks and pointed at the bone marrow in the lamb leg. After pounding it and slowly inhaling it,
the eyes of both parties met slightly at that time,
both of them seemed to blush for a brief tenth of a second,
But from that moment,
Zheng Fan was sure that he and the blind man were of the same type.
Of course, it is generally not said that the father looks like the son. It should be said that the blind man is the same type of person as himself.
As long as conditions permit, the blind man will definitely capture her alive. It can be seen from the very beginning when they attacked Mrs. Daxi. The first target of the blind man's attack was actually Mrs. Daxi's horse.
Zheng Fan didn't have the nerve to ask, is it true that the horse is a bit stupider and has better mental control?
In short, when Zheng Fan and Liang Cheng came over, Mrs. Daxi had already been tied to the ground. Siniang tied her with needles and thread, which was stronger than chains.
If you want to break free, you have to break the muscles and veins yourself. This is an extremely terrible torture. Even if a mentally tough person breaks free by force, the person will be disabled, and there is no need to worry about whether you will run away.
Behind Mrs. Da Xi, there were more than two hundred soldiers who finally laid down their weapons and were captured alive.
The world view of the soldiers is very simple. First of all, they are not afraid of fighting, especially the fierceness of fighting, which is not available to ordinary people in other countries.
But as long as you can prove that you are braver than them, more ferocious than them, and bite more painfully, their collapse and surrender will be so simple.
Previously, when the local soldiers were defeated, the cavalry of Cuiliu Fort had already killed them. If Blind Bei hadn't ordered to leave some alive after capturing Mrs. Da Xi, those two hundred local soldiers might have been killed long ago. Chopped.
However, everyone did not reject this order very much, nor did they understand it. The barbarian soldiers were a bit confused. After being brainwashed by the blind man, they only knew how to follow orders, but the noble soldiers were able to think. Everyone knows one thing very well, these living soldiers will sooner or later be turned into bloody heads tied around everyone's waist or hung on the saddle.
After all, this time everyone sneaked in through the border of Qian Country. How could they capture prisoners and take them back?
There are horses. Even if these soldiers cannot escape and want to follow you to the Yan Kingdom to be prisoners, the question is... can they ride horses?
After setting up some sentries and riding out, the others began to help treat the wounds under Liang Cheng's order.
A Ming pulled out the arrows from his body. To be honest, maybe it was because he had been shot by the Lord every day for a month before, so he got used to shooting, and sometimes he even wanted to please the Lord. It was clear that the master's prediction of the arrow was wrong, yet he had to deliberately lean in and receive the arrow.
This also led to the fact that A Ming was quite skillful when he was blocking arrows for his companions in the city.
Anyway, he is a vampire. He will not die even if he shoots a few arrows. As long as his head is fine, it will not be a big problem. Of course, the injuries on his body will still affect the display of his strength, and will continue to use this weapon against him. It will have a big impact on the body when doing next activities.
However, these were not things that needed to be considered in the emergency situation in the city before. Siniang's needlework began to shuttle quickly, sewing up several holes in A Ming's body.
"Is there any kind of thread that can dissolve by itself?" A Ming said with some dissatisfaction.
His wounds heal faster than ordinary people, which means that the thread can easily get into the flesh, and he will have to dig out the thread again.
Even though I am a vampire, I don’t have the same hobbies as “Hello everyone, I am a vampire and I like to poke myself”.
“You can try to use something like the large intestine to make some threads, but the problem is that it may not be that reliable.”
“Forget it, just pretend I didn’t ask.”
A Ming admits defeat.
Siniang walked up to Fan Li, who was sitting on the ground. Liang Cheng stood behind Fan Li, reached out and grabbed the arrows, and pulled them out one by one.
He checked briefly and confirmed that there was no quenching poison or gold juice on the arrowhead, and then signaled Siniang to start sewing.
“I never thought that I would be able to be a surgeon in this life.”
Sixiang said with a smile as she moved her fingers slightly to control the needle and thread to suture Fan Li’s wound.
Fan Li just nodded stupidly.
"I never thought that I would be able to lead troops in this life." Liang Cheng said.
"We're still not strong enough. If we hadn't left the city early just now, wouldn't we have to explain ourselves inside?"
"This world is like this. No matter how good your martial arts is, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. If you can't use one, there will be kitchen knives everywhere." It can also kill people."
A Ming took a water bag and joked while drinking.
After he took a sip of water, he immediately wiped away the redness on his lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue.
So many people have died, and their bones are not cold, but still warm. If you don’t drink, it will be useless.
The blood here is so drinkable that there is no psychological pressure.
"It's also good. Maybe practitioners such as Qi Refiners or Taoist priests can live longer. As for warriors, they only have the life span of ordinary people. When they get old, their Qi and blood will still be there. If it withers, it will still die of old age and illness," Liang Cheng said.
“What’s so good about this?” Siniang said.
“What I mean is that the value of force in this world is not that exaggerated, it can be regarded as high martial arts, but after all, it is different from that in the world of cultivation.
Think about it, if you raise your head It looks like monks are flying with swords, and the world is just a breeding ground for monks. How boring is this world?
If that were to happen, we would have no choice but to find a place to practice in seclusion with our Lord, otherwise we would not dare to come out. "
"A Cheng, you talk a bit too much today. "Siniang smiled.
Liang Cheng pointed at A Ming and said:
"He can live a long time, and I have already lived a long time. "
"I agree very much with what A Cheng said. "A Ming took another sip of "water".
Liang Cheng glanced at A Ming, pointed at A Ming's wound, and said:
"It's not a big problem, right?"
"It will affect speed and movement, but it's okay."< br>
"The general in the city is a capable man. He actually failed to fight back just now." Liang Cheng said.
"Well, let's see how busy the blind man is." A Ming raised his chin towards the blind man.
The blind man Beizheng was squatting next to Mrs. Daxi, and opposite him, Zheng Fan was squatting.
Mrs. Daxi is not very good-looking, and she should not be very old, but after all, no fourth mother knows how to take care of herself, nor does she have the temperament of a fourth mother.
Maybe it was the wind in the mountains that was too strong, blowing the edges and corners of Mrs. Daxi's face very clearly, giving people a feeling of being very tough and not easy to mess with.
Blind Bei knew that this was not the taste his master liked.
My master is not the kind of person who is worse than a beast. In fact, he is even a little worse than a beast.
Mrs. Daxi stared at Zheng Fan and the blind man squatting beside her. She said nothing. In fact, her mind was still stuck on the previous defeat, and she didn't know what to say now.
However, Zheng Fan did not intend to let her speak, because her mouth could be borrowed.
"Blind man, are you sure?"
"My subordinates may be overdrawn."
It is not a big problem to influence a person's mind, but to traumatize his spirit , it is not very difficult for today's blind people. It is very difficult to control a person and turn him into a puppet on strings in a short period of time.
"It's okay, just don't die."
"..." Blind man.
Zheng Fan smiled and said: "If you are overdrafted, you will be able to make up for it."
He himself was overdrafted several times because of the magic pill.
Blind Bei nodded and shouted:
"Siniang, help give her two needles."
"Okay."
Sixiang happened to help Fan Li sew up the wound and came over. Two embroidery needles were Mother pinched it on her fingertips.
Mrs. Daxi's expression changed, and there was fear in her eyes. I am afraid that no matter how bold you are, you will feel fear when you see your enemy walking in front of you holding a thin needle. And uncomfortable, right?
"My lord, do you want to ask again?" Siniang asked.
What if people are willing to cooperate?
Zheng Fan shook his head and said: "No need to ask, her village is in the southwest hinterland of Qian Kingdom, and she will not cooperate."
As he said that, Zheng Fan opened his mouth and said Yawning, he said: "What if she walked up to the front and shouted: 'Sons, please! Leave me alone and defend the city with all your strength. 'Don't you think we are inferior?"
At present, he and others are undoubtedly the invaders, but Zheng Fan doesn't want to become a cliche villain, at least, those who are familiar with it. He wanted to jump over the bloody villain plot.
“Yes, my lord.”
Seeing Zheng Fan's insistence, Siniang said nothing more and inserted the two needles directly into Mrs. Daxi's brain.
Siniang is good at using needles, and is naturally very clear about various acupuncture points on the human body. Because the needles are very thin, and she uses needles and threads as weapons, every blow must have sufficient effect.
If you don’t open a red tent and become a madam, Siniang can make a prosperous life by opening an acupuncture parlor.
After the needle was inserted, Mrs. Daxi’s body began to twitch and her eyes began to roll.
"Ali."
Blind Bei shouted.
Fan Li, who had his wound taken care of, walked over, his body like an iron tower blocking the blind man's side.
The blind man placed his hands on the temples on both sides of Mrs. Daxi’s face.
Zheng Fan felt a layer of material that didn’t look like wind but looked like something brushing his face. , if I had to use words to describe it, it should be... rippling.
Is this what spiritual power feels like?
Mrs. Daxi's body stopped twitching at this time. As a prisoner, she was quite pitiful. Although there is no "Geneva Convention" in this world, there are not many prisoners of war who can enjoy such "special treatment".
The blind man's body began to shake back and forth, and a trace of sweat appeared from his forehead.
The next moment,
Blind Bei's body fell upside down. Fan Li beside him stretched out his hand and hugged the blind man, then stood up and carried the motionless blind man on his shoulders. superior.
"Is it done?" Zheng Fan asked.
"It's done."
It was Mrs. Daxi who answered.
A woman’s voice, a blind man’s tone.
Zheng Fan lowered his head and saw that the white of Mrs. Daxi's eyes had disappeared and her pupils returned to focus.
“Huh, it feels really good.”
"I'm really not used to seeing things with my eyes," Mrs. Daxi said.
"What does it feel like?" Zheng Fan asked curiously.
“It’s too blurry, haha.”
After myopia is used to wearing glasses to see the world, taking off the glasses will immediately feel that the world is too blurry;
And getting used to it After seeing the world with your heart, you will feel that the world is fake when you see it with your eyes.
Zheng Fan looked at Mrs. Daxi who was still lying on the ground.
Mrs. Daxi had no choice but to say again:
"My lord, don't ask me how I feel after my transformation."
< br>"Well, you know, I've never painted that kind of subject."
"But Lord, you must still be curious about what it feels like for a man to become a woman."
"Well, I'm not curious."
"Lord, lying is not good."
"Then stop talking and do business. You can't stand it in this state. Is it too long?”
“Yes.”
Zheng Fan motioned to Si Niang to come over and untie her, and Si Niang came over and pulled out the silk thread that had previously bound Mrs. Da Xi.
With Zheng Fan's help, Mrs. Da Xi stood up from the ground.
Finally, Zheng Fan couldn't help but ask:
"Is it sinking?"
Mrs. Da Xi looked thoughtful, as if she was really serious. Experience this problem, this problem that most men cannot understand, this problem that most women do not feel the need to understand.
Finally, Mrs. Daxi said:
"Lord, I don't think this is a problem."
"I'm glad you didn't say I had a dirty mind again, but I'm very dissatisfied with your insincere answer."
"Lord, there are many fatter men in this world. Their , actually bigger than many girls.”
“Oh?” Zheng Fan was stunned, “That’s true.”
This somewhat embarrassing question was put aside, Da Xi. The lady started to walk forward, because he was afraid that Zheng Fan would ask the questions below after he finished asking the questions above.
Fortunately, Zheng Fan was not that unrestrained and helped Mrs. Da Xi to move forward.
Liang Cheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to get ready.
At this time,
A Ming looked around and said:
“Is there something missing?”
Siniang yawned and said:
“No.”
…………
The gate of Mianzhou City was closed again. In fact, , the beacon has been lit a long time ago, but no one knows how long it will take for reinforcements to be received.
The enemy appears too fast, and if reinforcements want to come, it is naturally impossible to speed up.
Meng Gong's father once faced the siege of a vast area of rebel chieftains in a southwest city and held out for a year before reinforcements arrived.
After having this family history,
Meng Gong Gong didn't have much expectation for reinforcements.
When the reinforcements will come and whether they are willing to come, these are all external factors and will not affect him from doing the things at hand well.
On the city tower, under his rearrangement, although it seemed to be in a panic, at least there was some order.
This is a talent, a talent that knows how to fight.
In Meng Gong's view, he was a failure because the reason why he was able to defend the lower city was because Liang Cheng didn't have enough soldiers on the opposite side.
In Liang Cheng's view, Meng Gong on the opposite side was able to hold on to the city despite his poor troops, which was truly outstanding.
Actually, what happened tonight would not have gone to that extreme if not for the arrogance and wanton pursuit of Mrs. Daxi and the wolf soldiers under her command.
The Cuiliu Fort army probably had to choose to leave after losing their troops here.
But things in the world are so wonderful. There are always all kinds of people and all kinds of accidents to add rich colors to this life.
On the city wall, there were many guards, and the native soldiers were also arranged. Everyone was ready.
Earlier, the wolf soldiers went out of the city to pursue and were killed. Meng Gong led the city guards out of the city to meet up and drove back the Yan people who tried to rush through the door.
The two sides entered into a tacit understanding of "peace" "Period, although this period is a bit too short.
The Yan people are cleaning the battlefield, harvesting heads, and bandaging wounds, while the Gan people are rearranging the defense of the city wall.
But Meng Gong knew that the Yan people might not be willing to leave like this.
Right now,
Meng Gong’s only hope is that
Mrs. Daxi has died in the battle.
Because Mrs. Da Xi died in the battle, it would save herself a lot of trouble. However, even if she had not died, she would not have cooperated with the Yan people for the sake of her village.
Chieftains, you are not stupid;
Moreover, Mrs. Daxi also has a son staying in the village.
Meng Gong took a deep breath,
ahead,
the Yan people appeared with torches.
Then, the guards on the city wall, especially the soldiers, were stunned.
Under the city wall,
Two hundred native soldiers and captives knelt in two rows. Behind them stood Yan people holding swords.
This distance is a bit embarrassing. It is a distance where the crossbow can shoot easily but it is difficult to shoot accurately and kill people.
What shocked Meng Gong even more was that
He saw Mrs. Da Xi coming out. Beside her, there was a tower-like man who had left a deep impression on Meng Gong before. He was holding a torch in his left hand and carrying a motionless man on his right shoulder.
Every time Mrs. Daxi took a step forward, the tower-like man also took a step forward at the same time.
Zheng Fan stood behind Mrs. Daxi and supported Mrs. Daxi, while Fan Li on the other side had to keep up;
This is probably because... the signal is not good, So get closer.
The cold wind kept blowing the torches, and the moon tonight was very round and bright, so even though it was late at night, the visibility was actually not low.
Everything is ready, waiting for Mrs. Daxi's call.
At this time,
Mrs. Daxi suddenly turned her head and said to Zheng Fan beside her:
"My lord, this subordinate does not speak native dialect."
"..." Zheng Fan.
Fan Li heard it from the side and just smiled stupidly, then weighed the blind man's body on his shoulders a few times.
"No, the stage is set. Tell me this. What's the difference between you and my classmate in my previous life who went to an Internet cafe to stay overnight the night before the postgraduate entrance examination?"
"I remember, my subordinates. The Lord was discussing the issue of dirty things with A Cheng earlier.”
“You eavesdropped again.”
“On the battlefield, my subordinates should pay more attention.”
"Then what to do next?" Zheng Fan asked.
Mrs. Da Xi pushed away Zheng Fan’s supporting hand,
took a few steps forward,
raised her hands,
facing the front The tower shouted loudly in Chinese dialect:
"My sons, listen to my order, raise your swords quickly, open your bows quickly, kill the Gan people around you and welcome the Yan people into the city!"
After shouting,
Mrs. Daxi turned her face to look at Zheng Fan behind her,
her eyes raised slightly,
silently asked:
"How?"
Zheng Fan nodded and said
"Even dirtier." (End of this chapter)