Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 9 Scout

Wang Wenzuo's words caused an uproar among the military slaves. The military slaves whispered to each other, and Wang Wenzuo waited patiently until everything calmed down again, and then continued: "I know you may not believe what I just said. , but it will take a long time. You can see with your own eyes and listen with your ears to see if what I say is true or not. Now I need twenty smart boys. These boys will walk in the front and wings of the army. If you find the ambush of the Baekje people, you should send out a signal first, so as not to fall into a trap, and anyone who is willing can stand up!"

The soldiers kept silent, and just as Wang Wenzuo was about to say it again, he saw someone raised his arm and said a few words.

"Then do we get paid too?"

"Of course!" Wang Wenzuo took out a book: "See this? This is the roster of my Tang army. Anyone who wants to be named will be listed on it. From then on, you are not military slaves, but my Tang army." The soldiers of the vassals! The wives and children are no longer slaves!"

People exchanged glances, but no one spoke. Just as Wang Wenzuo was considering whether to add more chips, someone finally came out. It was the man who raised his arm to ask a question. He nodded to Sancho and spit out a syllable.

"He said he didn't have a name, but his companions called him an ape because of his long arms!" Sancho whispered.

"Ape?" Wang Wenzuo raised his head and looked him up and down. He has a lean figure, slender arms, protruding cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and a pair of melancholy eyes under his thick black eyebrows. He really looks a bit like a monkey. He nodded. Nodded: "This name is a bit indecent, why not call it Yuan Fei! Like an ape, as light as flying, how do you ask him?"

Hearing Sancho's translation, the man knelt down and kowtowed excitedly, which stunned Wang Wenzuo.

"Master, he is thanking you for giving him such a good name!"

"Forget it, let him eat meat, next one, does anyone still want to sign up?"

After half a cup of tea, Wang Wenzuo put away the books, and behind him were twenty newly recruited soldiers who gathered around the fire and ate meat, while Sancho yelled loudly at the soldiers who surrounded them and wanted to sign up. Open a way for Wang Wenzuo.

When the dawn came, the soldiers poured water on the bonfire, picked up their luggage, and started to move on.The stream beside the road was rushing, cold as ice, and the large areas of walnut and cedar on the hillside were like silent sentinels, quietly staring at these strange visitors.The difference from yesterday is that the hillsides on both sides and the front already have their own eyes - hope that yesterday's meal of wild boar can take effect!Wang Wenzuo thought to himself.

Yuan Fei walked in the forest with light steps and no sound, just like his nickname.From a very young age, he discovered that he had this special ability, and used slings and some ingenious traps to get some small prey - his father died early, if not so, his mother's strength alone would not be able to feed him and two younger sisters.He likes the name Wang Wenzuo gave him very much. For ancient people, names, especially words written on paper, have a special mysterious power. There is no proper name until death.Yuan Fei felt inexplicably excited when he thought that the two Chinese characters written on the paper by that strange Tang army officer belonged exclusively to him.

Clap!

Yuan Fei almost subconsciously hid in the shadow of an old maple tree, which is a necessary skill for a poacher.After a while, he poked his head out carefully, listened attentively, and observed carefully. The forest gave him the answer: the leaves rustled, the cold stream pulsated, and the snow owl's cry came from a distance.

The target appeared silently, and Yuan Fei saw a ray of white passing through the woods out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and followed the ray of white, but he couldn't see anything. Scratching each other, maybe it was a mistake, maybe it was just a bird, or the reflection on the snow, or more maybe an illusion caused by the moonlight.What the hell did he see?
A few minutes later, a shadow suddenly emerged from the darkness of the forest, standing only ten meters away from Yuan Fei, overlooking the road down the mountain.He is tall and tall, wearing a gray-black fur robe and a black gauze round hat, with only a white patch on his chest, which should be the collar of his jacket. He is holding a horn bow in his hand, and a horizontal knife and a knife hanging from his waist. quiver.

Yuan Fei held his breath and tremblingly leaned close to the tree trunk. His cheek was pressed against the bark, and the sticky and sweet sap flowed onto his face. After a while, he heard a few more footsteps.

"How far is Tang's army from here?"

"Report to the rate, there is still about half a day's journey!"

As the speed of the outside conversation became faster and faster, Yuan Fei gradually couldn't understand what he was saying, but the only thing he could do was hold his breath and stick tightly to the tree trunk to avoid being discovered by others. After a long time, he finally encouraged When I got up the courage to stick my head out, there was no one there.

"Sanlang, do you think what this guy said is true?" Liu An glanced at Yuan Fei who was kneeling on the ground. This guy was thin and haggard, dressed in rags, smelled bad all over his body, looked terrified, and looked terrified. , It's really not like a qualified spy.

"I think the possibility is very high!" Wang Wenzuo replied slowly: "What's the benefit of lying to us? Make us more vigilant? Isn't this counterproductive?"

"En! That's true!" Liu An nodded.

"And I have another reason. According to him, the enemy mentioned 'Da Rate' in the conversation. If he heard correctly, the situation in Zhenxian City is very bad!"

The muscles of Liu An's cheeks tensed up immediately. The rate is the highest ranking official in Baekje Kingdom after Dazuo, probably equal to Tang's Governor of Dazhou and Chief of the Road. Anyone who can be this official is the noble chieftain of Baekje. People with great prestige, if there is a leader of this level among the rebels who besieged Zhenxian City, their scale and combat effectiveness are by no means what a few hundred reinforcements in their own area can handle.

"But if we shrink back, it will be a crime of failure, and we will definitely die!"

"In my opinion, it can be like this!" Wang Wenzuo said: "First send a cavalry team to step on the white front. If there is any change, use fireworks as a sign, and the team will retreat to yesterday's campsite, where trenches and fences are ready-made, and they are close to the campsite. The water source, the terrain is good, and if you defend it with a strong crossbow, you will not be afraid to besieged by ten times the enemy!"

"Well, let's do it like this!" The muscles of Liu An's cheeks immediately relaxed. The word "tabai" that Wang Wenzuo said in the Tang and Song Dynasties meant investigation. Bo's borrowed word means "overgrown vegetation, do not go deep", and the combination of these two words means to detect the possible ambush of the enemy.It is of course a violation of military law to miss the schedule, but if there is a change on the way and encounter a strong enemy, that is another matter.

　I just found out today that I didn’t see the signing text message. No wonder someone told me that I couldn’t tip the monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)