Yanmen Pass.
Gu Yuan clutched his chest as he slowly walked through the barracks. Whenever he encountered patrolling soldiers, he would force a smile in response. Ever since his defeat at the hands of Ning Que, he had become a laughingstock. The nickname "General Spouting Dung" had spread throughout the camp. While they might not have been a big deal publicly, they were secretly criticizing him. To maintain morale, he had no choice but to inspect the troops while wearing his wounds.
"Meet General Gu."
"Haha, okay."
Gu Yuan forced a smile and greeted him.
Lin Chao sighed beside him.
This guy really has a hard time!
In order to maintain his position, he inspected the scene while injured.
They are now in the same boat.
He was not well-received in the army.
Lin Chao specifically asked Gu Yuan, and he found out that it was similar to what Lin Xianhong had said. It was true that Ning Que had helped him, and so had Gu Yuan. It was just that Ning Que was too shameless, taking all the credit for himself!
"They've been out all day."
"I don't know what the battle situation is like."
"Don't even think about it. He won't be able to hold out for long." Gu Yuan waved his sleeves coldly and said calmly, "I can tell you right now that he will soon return empty-handed. From here to the Xubu clan, it's at least eight hundred miles away. Passing through various tribes, large and small, along the way is already very difficult. Ning Que is still so arrogant. Just bring three days' worth of food."
"That's true."
Lin Chao nodded in agreement.
After all, he has been to the battlefield.
The general situation is clear.
The most difficult thing about the grassland is the terrain.
Once you go deep into the hinterland, it becomes difficult to tell the direction.
If you get lost, it can be very dangerous.
"Report—"
The sound of the scout suddenly rang out.
Then they saw several wounded soldiers galloping on their horses.
Behind them were many war horses.
There were special wounded soldiers driving the horses from behind.
"Um?"
"What's going on?"
Gu Yuan saw this scene and smiled coldly.
"See, I was right, wasn't I?"
"This is clearly a defeat."
“It’s really fast.”
"He went out yesterday and escaped back today."
"Haha, then they are really stupid."
"Let's go and see what's going on."
Gu Yuan walked in front with a gloating look on his face.
War is not just playing house.
It doesn't mean that you are invincible just because you can fight.
After all, to lead troops in battle, you still need experience.
Can you become a famous general just by reading military books?
You’re dreaming!
Ning Que, this foolish young man, really thinks he's so capable. He's so stubborn and insists on taking credit for everything, but he's already encountered something after only one day out. Perhaps the Liao army's main force is trapped, and they're sending someone to ask for help?
Thinking of this, Gu Yuan couldn't help but laugh.
But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.
The wounded soldier dismounted.
"Ning Wang's army ambushed Liao Kingdom spies!"
"Over 300 heads were beheaded and 200 war horses were seized!"
"Capture alive a powerful Liao Dynasty official!"
“???”
At this moment, Gu Yuan only felt that his face was swollen.
What the hell is going on?
So he came back to report his achievements?"
The wounded soldier knelt on one knee and handed Feng Jie's handwritten letter to Feng Wuze. The soldiers who were training were also surprised and cast curious glances at him.
After reading the military book, Feng Wuzhe immediately laughed.
“Hahaha, okay!”
"Although the gains were small, we were able to defeat the Liao spies."
"He really has the demeanor of the old King Ning!"
The others also stroked their beards and nodded in agreement.
In terms of gains, it's really nothing.
The victory was Ning Que's first victory after leaving the border!
Those killed were all Liao spies.
The results were quite good.
Feng Wuze looked at them and raised his hand, saying, "Please record all your military achievements first. When he returns victorious, I will personally recommend him for the honor. It's not easy for you to run back. Go and rest first, and then ask the military doctor to see you."
"Thank you, General!"
Gu Yuan clenched his fists tightly.
What kind of shitty luck is this?!
As soon as I went out, I encountered spies from the Liao Kingdom?
He just didn't believe that Ning Que could always be so lucky.
The battlefield doesn't just rely on luck.
He is now waiting to see Ning Que make a fool of himself!
…
…
The king crossed the river with his flag.
Follow the grassland trail and head straight into the hinterland.
After two days and two nights of long-distance travel, Ning Que was now extremely exhausted. His thighs, in particular, had become bruised from the friction. However, he gritted his teeth and endured, not letting it show.
Now is the critical moment.
As a commander, he cannot shake the morale of the army.
Chunlun followed beside him, trying to find out what was going on around him.
Chewing jerky and drinking buttermilk.
"Chun Lun."
"The little one is here."
Tie Niu continued to follow and act as a translator.
They are now very confident in Chunlun.
Seeing him nodding and fawning, he no longer looked like a subject of the Wolf God, but more like a loyal dog being lectured. In fact, the old King Ning had used similar tactics long ago, and it was he who proposed the strategy of using the barbarians to control the barbarians.
Recruit Hu people to lead the way to Dafeng.
After all, the Hu people understand them better.
This is the case with Chunlun.
I have been following Ning Que for the past two days.
If you have any questions, ask him directly.
It’s mainly about the customs and culture of the Liao Kingdom.
"Continue with yesterday's topic."
"What festivals did the Liao Dynasty have?"
"Three in total." Chunlun raised his hand and bowed. "Actually, everyone on the grassland is pretty much the same. In the first month of spring, the leaders of each tribe gather at the royal court for the Spring Festival. In May, they gather in Dragon City to worship their ancestors, heaven, earth, ghosts, and gods. In mid-autumn, when war horses are at their fattest, they hold the Dailin Festival. Each household is required to report the number of people, cattle, sheep, and bows and arrows under their command, and then offer a portion to the King of Liao."
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