Houmen maidservant, she doesn't want to be in power

Chapter 221 Gem Waist Knife
After finally driving to the front of the chariots and horses, Zhang Dameng happened to see Qi Mojing's long spear resisting the machete stabbed at Yan Yong by the Qiang Rong people.

With a clang clang, Qi Mojing reached out and pulled Yan Yong, who was committed to the ground, to his feet.

Look at Yan Yong again, tightly hugging Qi Mojing's arm, crying so much that his nose burst into tears, he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Zhang Dameng couldn't help but glared at Yan Yong fiercely, and then said to Qi Mojing, "Withdraw the troops!"

"Yes." Qi Mojing didn't care about fighting, and straightly put Yan Yong on the horse, and the whistle sounded, and the soldiers under his command turned around and ran away.

That speed seemed to be running away after countless rehearsals, it made Zhang Da blindfolded jump.

On the contrary, Yan Yong's soldiers were dumbfounded, and many of them were beheaded by the Qiang Rong people behind them.

After fleeing all the way for ten miles, the soldiers gradually gathered together again.

Yan Yong was so upset that his stomach was twisted in one place, and he couldn't even speak a word.He was holding on to Qi Mojing, and he refused to let go.

After fleeing like this, Zhang Dameng became the slowest one.

After running a hundred meters away, he picked up his bow and set up an arrow, and shot the feathered arrow dipped in kerosene at the discarded chariot and horse. For a moment, the flames shot up into the sky, which was quite magnificent.

After finally escaping from the entanglement of the Qiang Rong people, and counting the number of people, Zhang Dameng's face became even darker.

This time, 2000 people under Qi Mojing and Yan Yong's men were used to transport food and grass, but only [-] people came back.

Most of the people who were lost were Yan Yong's subordinates? !

After confirming the casualties, Zhang Dameng looked at his brother-in-law with some unkindness.

Looking at Qi Mojing again, he took a step forward with his long legs, and looked at himself with worried eyes, "Zhang Zongbing, all the things we transported have been destroyed, how can we explain to the prince now?"

Zhang Dameng glanced at him sullenly, as if examining him.

Qi Mojing only faced his gaze calmly, without flinching.

After a long time, Zhang Dameng laughed, and patted Qi Mojing on the shoulder, "I just said that brother Qi has a lot to offer! Just the performance just now is enough to impress the prince!"

After saying that, he leaned closer to Qi Mojing's ear and whispered something, with a smug look on his face.

Qi Mojing's eyes were deep, and he smiled aloud, "The prince and the chief soldier have no plans to spare, and they are worthy of the four words of using soldiers like gods."

"Where, where!" Zhang Dameng smiled, "It's all thanks to the prince, we just followed orders."

There was a bit of kindness in his words, obviously after this encounter, Qi Mojing was completely included in the defense camp.

After regrouping, a group of soldiers returned in line, as if the previous failure was just a short episode, which was quickly swept away.

Zichuan rode a horse in front of Qi Mojing, walking side by side with him, and couldn't help but snorted, "We're in a mess."

"Who is the wolf? Who is the embarrassment?" Qi Mojing didn't have much to say to him, he just lowered his head and his eyes showed thoughtfulness.

It seems that Wenren Xinchuan really has doubts about himself.Escorting grain and grass this time was a complete temptation.

Although the grain and grass he escorted was full of vehicles, there were mostly stones inside. One was to draw out the tribes in Qiang Rong who wanted to harvest grain and grass, and the other was to test his loyalty.

Qi Mojing, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't hear Zi Chuan's question until he raised his voice again and shouted in Qi Mojing's ear in a bit of frustration, "Those tribes that rob food and grass are just too hungry. That's all. You don't kill Duerle, who caused disasters in the grassland, but take these peaceful tribes, how is it different from animals?!"

The sound was so loud that even Zhang Dameng and Yan Yong cast their gazes over.

Yan Yong wanted to come over and teach Zichuan a lesson, but was stopped by Zhang Dameng.

The corners of Qi Mojing's lips drooped a little bit, and his voice was a bit inhuman and cold, "They are hungry, what's the matter with you?! Military orders are inevitable, or, do you think, I should take pity on these weak people? ?”

He really didn't hit it hard, Zi Chuan stared at Qi Mojing fiercely, steered his horse back, and put a long distance away from him.

Qi Mojing had long been used to this Qiangrong man's strangeness, but it was Cheng Shijin's intention to keep it by his side.The mind of a slave is not worth pondering carefully.

The way back was much easier than before. Everyone stayed overnight and gradually saw the outline of Luocheng, and they all felt a little joy about going home.

Especially Qi Mojing's subordinates, there were not many casualties, and their emotions were fairly stable. They all had smiles on their faces, wishing they could fly back to the city as if they had grown wings.

As Luocheng approached, Zhang Dameng asked Yan Yong and Qi Mojing to take the soldiers back to the garrison camp first, and then went back to the palace alone to report the military situation.
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After Shi Mo left the Ke mansion, he prepared fast horses and dry food, and followed the marching traces all the way deep into the interior of the Qiang army.

When I finally saw the frame, the fire was gone.The surroundings were in a mess, full of corpses, and their bodies were hollowed out by hungry wolves.

Shi Mo wandered around among these corpses, but he didn't see the second master, so he felt at ease.

He turned his attention to the corpses of those Qiangrong people who had not been moved away, and groped through these people, searching a lot.

The costumes of the various tribes of the Qiang Rong are similar, and it is difficult to see the details of these tribes from the costumes alone.

After rummaging through no less than ten corpses in succession, he found a jeweled waist knife that symbolized status from a man who was missing half of his body.

The waist knife is small and exquisite, with a sharp edge, and a vague word "Yan" is engraved near the sheath handle.

Hearing the creaking sound of leather boots stepping on the snow in the distance, Shi Mo moved his ears, pinned the waist knife to his waist, and quietly hid behind a half-dead white birch tree.

The people who came were a man and a woman, both wearing traditional Qiang Rong costumes. The two had a very strong accent, and their words were light, and they were writhing around while talking.

Shi Mo listened vaguely for a while before realizing that these two people were from Nadal's court not far away.

These two people should have been attracted by the previous flames to check the situation.The woman's figure is slender and powerful, with a half-meter-long machete on her waist, her eyes are very condensed,
"These Qiang Rong rats are here to make a move here, obviously wanting us Nadal to take the blame. If the king with a different surname pursues it, we are afraid that it will be difficult for us to get rid of the responsibility."

The man with her was extraordinarily tall, with spikes all over his body.Hearing the woman's complaints, he couldn't help but said, "Sister, what are you afraid of! Earlier, the Royal Court of Durle sent people to try to win over Father Khan, but Father Khan didn't agree. If you want me to say, why don't you take advantage of this opportunity?" Join Durle, so you won't be afraid of anything!"

"Oh, my brother is so naive. In the past, the royal court of Damcuo was the most powerful tribe on the grassland. In the end, it was not Duerle who broke his promise and defeated the entire Damcuo. How can we be with the villain?! "The female Qiang Rong's voice was sarcasm, as if she looked down on Royal Court of Durle very much.

"Nadal is not Damu, and I am not Yan Chunxiao. Damu's fate will not fall on Nadal's royal court."

The two quarreled a few more words, checked each other and left.

After the two left, Shi Mo emerged from behind the withered birch tree, his eyes filled with thought.

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