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    "After the secret agent searched for the appearance and characteristics of the savage king, he corroborated this matter, and then roughly confirmed the whereabouts of the savage king."

    Zheng Fan nodded, thinking in his heart:

    Therefore, if the princess was more willful, domineering, and arrogant at the beginning, instead of whipping him, but beheading him directly, would there be no chaos like the savages now?

    Of course, you can also say that without this savage king, there will be a next one, and it may even be even more powerful;

    There is no way to assume this kind of thing.

    "Master Hou, will you dispose of these corpses first?"

    "No, it's better to let them be more vigilant, so as not to huddle together."

    "okay."

    Tian Wujing got on his horse and said, "Go east and we'll go back."

    How could Zheng Fan have room for doubt?  He had no choice but to get on his horse and continue to go deeper into the snowfield to the east with Tian Wujing.

    The snowfield is very vast. To a certain extent, the snowfield is not smaller than the desert, but just like the desert, most of the area is not suitable for human survival.

    The two rode their horses and marched eastward for a few more days. On the way, they encountered several tribesmen, and even caused a group of savages to chase them. However, Tian Wujing did not do anything this time, but chose to shake them off.

    Afterwards, the two started their return journey.

    A few days later, Zheng Fan and Tian Wujing returned to the Tianduan Mountains.

    The marching speed of the army will definitely not be so fast, because Zheng Fan and Tian Wujing set out with two horses alone, and even snatched the wild man's horses to replace them on the snowy field. When the army marches, it may take more time than two people moving  More than three times.

    Calculating the time, it may be that when the army comes to set foot in the snowfield, the ice and snow in the snowfield should melt, and it is time to enter the most "vital" time of the year in the snowfield.

    "What are you thinking?"

    Tian Wujing asked.

    "Master Hou, the general is thinking that Lord Hou chose the timing of sending troops this time very cleverly. When our soldiers enter the snowfield, it happens to be the most important production season for the wild people in the snowfield."

    It was the same when they attacked Qian Kingdom before. A great battle started in winter and ended in spring. Compared with the real damage, the biggest impact was the destruction of the spring plowing in the northern border of Qian Kingdom.

    Jingnan Hou heard the words and said:

    "The Marquis of Zhenbei is the most proficient at using this method. In recent years, the number of beheadings may have been much less than that of decades ago, but they always choose to send troops when the barbarians are most uncomfortable.

    Soldiers kill not only on the battlefield.  "

    "The end will be taught."

    This is really Tian Wujing reminding himself.

    ? If it is explained in a more modern way of thinking, it probably means that war is not a single form of existence. If it rises to the level of national warfare, the impact will really be in all aspects.

    Using the method of war to block the production of the other party, thus causing a "famine" inside them, may not be so eye-catching in terms of intuitive headcount data, but the actual trauma may be more tormented than causing them a big defeat.  It is the so-called consumption of local war potential.

    "It's pretty good that you can understand this, but one is momentum and the other is technique. Without the support of technique, momentum is just a castle in the air.

    In the court of Qian Kingdom, there are many great talents, even that official is not a vulgar person, but it is precisely because the Qian army dare not fight in the wild, so no matter how well planned, it will be a bamboo basket to fetch water after all, and it cannot be paid.  All in form.

    The reason why the barbarians have endured the reduction and suppression of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion for decades is also because they cannot defeat the Zhenbei Army on the front.  Naturally, there is no way to talk about it.  "

    Zheng Fan recalled these words, and forgot to flatter him for a while.

    Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan's thinking, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

    In the next few days, Zheng Fan will ask Tian Wujing some questions, most of which are limited to military aspects, and Tian Wujing will also answer them.

    ?As for the parents' short-sighted words, Tian Wujing mentioned it again, and Zheng Fan didn't take the initiative to lean over there again.

    until,

    The two finally left the Tianduan Mountain Range and returned to Shengle City.

    It took almost 20 days to go in and out.

    The city wall of Shengle City has been repaired several sections more than when it left, and a neat military fortress has also been erected outside the city.

    The Marquis of Jingnan is strict in governing the army, and the Jingnan Army under his command is even more famous for its strict military discipline. This kind of strictness not onlyWhen the army opened the way, they hid food in advance on the way the army passed, enough for the army to use when crossing the mountains.  "

    Tian Wujing nodded upon hearing the words,

    road:

    "Well done, I will credit you."

    "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

    In the midday sun,

    ? With the Shengle City Department as the vanguard,

    More than 30,000 troops marched out.

    And this day,

    In the Marquis Mansion of Litian City,

    Du Juan is starting to try her own needlework according to Siniang's stitches,

    However, no matter how she embroidered, she was not satisfied with the embroidery. She just felt that the things she embroidered were really not good enough to be put on the table.

    A few hectares,

    She put down her needle and thread,

    The noon sun shines through the window on her pretty face,

    And her hands are placed on the lower abdomen that has been obviously swollen,

    outside the window,

    The rhododendron planted by that man himself,

    The garden is full
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