Seven to eight miles northwest of the camp, Sun Lang and the others were resting in a small ravine.
Water, food and sleeping bags were prepared here.
The ones who needed to rest were the members of the Arkham squadron. Yes, after escaping from the encirclement, Sun Lang took the opportunity to announce the names of the Slalos.
No one had any objections … even though they did not know what Arkham meant.
At this moment, they were sitting together, skewering the steamed buns and meat jerky with wooden sticks and roasting them over the fire. When the meat jerky sizzled and oil came out, they smeared the oil on the steamed buns and ate them together. Although the staple food of the Lifire Nation was bread, this was the Empire. They had to get used to it.
Sun Lang sat furthest away from the wind with no one around him. The Russians sat not far away, so the distance between them was a respectful distance. This was the privilege of the strong and the leader.
Courrier sat beside him. People from the hunting tribes had good cooking skills. They were at the level where they could directly use barbecued meat to tame divine beasts. She sprinkled all kinds of spices on the meat and took out a bottle of wine from the supply compartment of the Blazing Angel. She handed it to Sun Lang: "It will take a while, you want to have some first?"
Sun Lang didn't really like drinking. After all, he only liked to drink fruit juices, carbonated drinks, and VC lemon tea. Many people knew that he didn't like drinking. For example, during the Tian Yuan War, the generals drank either Tang Zhou Jade Hammer or Shangzhou Golden Plate Dew. Only the Grand Marshal drank Lychee Cream, Deer Pear Water, Collusion Paste, Wuling Deshun Powder and other drinks. It didn't look very manly.
But his rank was too high and his temper was not easy to understand. He was quite temperamental, so no one dared to ask him to drink. If you proposed a toast to him, he would definitely drink the fruit juice. If you joked that not drinking a glass of wine was not giving him face, then he … might really not give you face.
At that time, he would be grabbed by the marshal in front of everyone and punched until he was dizzy. Then, he would be kicked out. A good thing would become a bad thing. That would be really f * cked up.
After all, you were humiliated on the spot and became a laughingstock. You must have resentment in your heart, and the marshal must also feel that you have resentment in your heart. Since you must hate me, then I must kill you first.
There was nothing wrong with this logic!
Therefore, in this world, only subordinates would be forced to drink with them. No one had ever heard of a leader being forced to drink with them. However, as the news spread, the Grand Marshal's dislike of drinking changed to the Grand Marshal only drinking with people he liked. If you were lucky enough to have the Grand Marshal take the initiative to drink with you, and what you drank was alcohol, then you would have profited. This was enough for you to brag about for the rest of your life … Therefore, people were despicable.
When Sun Lang saw Mao Mei handing over the bottle of wine, he instinctively wanted to refuse, but his heart suddenly moved. He curled his lips and reached out to take the bottle. He flicked open the cork with his thumb and drank a few mouthfuls.
Then, he rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't this wine from your side?"
Courrier said indifferently, "Of course, Houtu's wine is all hidden in jars. There is no such packaging … This is Table Wine No. 21, also known as Bread Wine, produced by the Royal Winery."
Sun Lang was stunned for a moment. "This isn't vodka?"
"Vodka?"
Courrier frowned and repeated the name. "The pronunciation is very similar to the word for water in Slalor … This is wine."
Sun Lang was stunned for a moment before he remembered that in this era, the trademark of vodka had not been registered yet. He laughed. "Then let's call Zhang Jianyuan's new wine vodka!"
"That kind of thing doesn't matter."
Mao Mei had no interest in this kind of business. As a battle maniac, she knew nothing about the power of capital. All she cared about was war.
Glancing at the group of Russians sitting around, she said, "You have already established a preliminary prestige in their hearts. What are you going to do next?"
"Next …" Sun Lang put down the bottle in his hand and said, "After resting for a while, you will take them back. Let them wear their mighty military coats and bring a new spirit back to their companions. Let their companions see … I have already arranged the specific situation."
Courrier laughed. "You are really cunning."
Sun Lang smiled slightly. "For these twisted, crazy scum who can't see the future and don't care about hope, when the goods who were no different from them suddenly get a new life and become different from them, such a thing will undoubtedly make them surprised, jealous, curious, and even … envious."
Mao Mei asked again, "What about you?
Are you going to continue the attack? "
Hearing this, a strange look appeared on Sun Lang's face. He said slowly, "The attack is useless. With that woman's temper, she will definitely make the two of them her bodyguards. Therefore, the decapitation operation will not work. Then, even if we attack the camp again, it will be meaningless, because she will immediately take command and dispatch."
Courrier wondered, "The two of them?
Who? "
Sun Lang took another sip of wine to drown his sorrows. After a moment of silence, he said gloomily, "… Relatives."
As an excellent hunter, Mao Mei had the intuition of a wild beast. When she saw Sun Lang's expression, she immediately guessed with her female intuition. "… Old lover?"
Sun Lang shouted, "This is the Asura Arena, how can you call it an old lover?
Damn it, you haven't even f * * ked a chicken before. Those who have f * * ked are scum. Those who haven't f * * ked are all pure harem lovers!
Pure love, do you understand? "
"I don't understand … Mother told me that love is love. Love is to have passionate intercourse, enjoy and demand. There's no such thing as pure or impure."
Courrier gave Sun Lang advice based on the unrestrained view of love in the northern tribes. "I think your problem is that you think too much and f * * k too little …"
It hit the nail on the head, so much so that Sun Lang was stunned by this simple and unadorned attack.
She waved her hand and said with a graceful tone, "If you ask me, there's no such thing. Are those two your old lovers?
I've heard that the Empress Concubine is also an outstanding beauty. You took advantage of the enemy's unstable morale and their defences were weak to kill them. You sneaked into their tent and did all three of them in one pot. With your martial arts, how could they possibly resist?
Father also told me before that when a man wants to tame a woman, he can't use sweet words to please her. He has to use a whip. You have to use your whip … "
"… Your father is really terrible!"
Up until now, Sun Lang still hadn't told Mao Mei that his big bodyguard was a female killer. If he really did as she said, he was afraid that in half an hour, three people's lives would be lost.
After all, if he said this, it would be embarrassing and also push Yinluo into the line of fire. After all, Miss Zhao now didn't see eye to eye with Yinluo …
He waved his hand and said, "Well, I have my own plans. You don't have to worry about it."
Courrier was still a little unsatisfied, but when she heard Sun Lang say this, she knew that this topic had to end here. She was still a little unsatisfied and asked, "I'll escort these people back. What about you?"
Sun Lang turned his head and looked at the direction of the camp meaningfully. He smiled and said, "Attack their hearts."
At this time, the barbecue was done. Courrier used a knife to cut it and gave one to Sun Lang and one for herself. The two of them ate some of the food on table 21 and filled their stomachs. They didn't speak anymore.
After eating, Sun Lang stood up.
Sheffield, who was eating, had been paying attention to Sun Lang's movements. He immediately stood up. The Russians beside him were stunned for a moment before they also stood up. Then, all the Russians hurriedly stood up.
Sun Lang first smiled approvingly at Sheffield.
— — Heh, with this kind of EQ and eyesight, he was thrown into prison?
Then he looked at the Arkham members that he had intimidated and said, "Trash, it seems that after tonight's outing, you already know how to get along with me."
Quite a few of the Russians couldn't help but smile.
Sun Lang also smiled: "You can all go back and rest now. I order you to rush back through the night, the Blazing Angel will guide you. You should feel honored, because you are already very different from your idiotic cellmates. Proudly tell them about today's story and experience, and take a good rest. This is what you deserve."
Sheffield was a very sensible person. When he said goodbye, he was still the first to salute Sun Lang. The others couldn't help but salute as well. After all, they had a master who was both unpredictable and powerful. He might not remember what you did, but what others did and you didn't do … haha.
— — In other words, Sheffield's desire to show off was too strong. There shouldn't be such a stupid spy, right? Or did he do it on purpose to clear himself of suspicion?
The Blazing Angel took to the air. The 21 Russians got on their horses and returned to the North.
Sun Lang watched them leave.
After a while, he chuckled: "Actually, I should've attracted a group of cavalry, killed them on the way, and made a fire for them … but …"
Sun Lang recalled the two beautiful figures he saw in the camp. His heart softened and shook his head: "Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, I won't kill anymore."
He clapped his hands to shake off the oil and spices on his hands. After rubbing his hands a few times, there was no longer any strange smell on them. He then shook his hands and headed back to the camp.
— — I, Hu Hansan, am back.
If the officers and soldiers in the camp, who had suffered a great defeat, knew that the thieves who had attacked them in the night had actually swaggered back, treating this place as a place where they could come and go as they pleased, they would be so angry that they would vomit three liters of blood.
Although this group of elites suffered a defeat but did not fall into disorder, they still managed to clean up the mess, strengthen their patrols, and increase the number of patrol guards by three times. However, Sun Lang still managed to sneak in without anyone noticing.
He was familiar with military affairs and knew that after the great battle just now, the various divisions had lost a lot of weapons and had to strengthen their defenses. The armory must've been opened to send out the Dragon Slaying Saber. Therefore, he observed the layout of the surroundings and deduced the location of the armory through his experience. He quietly sneaked over and stole a field officer's uniform. After putting it on, he began to walk in the camp righteously.
Originally, Empress Tensei was proficient in military affairs and this group of soldiers could also be considered elites. Therefore, the military discipline should've been extremely strict. However, the current situation was chaotic and the composition of the army was extremely complicated. The soldiers from all sides did not know each other and this allowed Sun Lang to take advantage of another loophole. What was even more amazing was that this fellow had been in the Tianyuan Army for six years and was familiar with all the military rules. He knew all kinds of dirty talk like the back of his hand.
Therefore, he walked through the camp with his chest puffed out. Because his expression was too magnanimous, his actions too natural, and his speech too professional, no one suspected that he was a spy.
On the contrary, Sun Lang took the opportunity to go around and chat with people. Seeing people, he spoke human language. Seeing ghosts, he spoke ghost language. Not only did he clearly understand the situation of each battalion, he also scared those people into a daze.
"Just as I expected."
He pondered as he walked and said to himself, "This woman has indeed taken a group of soldiers from each of the six armies. The commanders of each camp are all young talents of the new generation. If I go on a killing spree here tonight, I'll probably become a mortal enemy with a bunch of old bastards in the imperial court …"
"That's not right. The fathers of these little brats are not simple characters. They must know that the journey to Mingzhou is not easy. Why would they be willing to let their sons and nephews jump in?"
"Oh ho, it seems that the Emperor is also exerting his strength inside … so they can't resist."
"But they must've warned them beforehand …"
Sun Lang thought for a moment and suddenly revealed a kind smile. "Then, let's go visit a few nephews first."
He patiently asked a few people and finally pieced together the location of the Zhenwu Camp under the Ba Du Army. Then, he hurried over.
The Ba Du Army was formed in the middle of the Tianyuan War. Its predecessor was a militia organization formed spontaneously by the people of Suizhou, Qianhang, and Suizhou to resist the Sky Demon. At first, its composition was extremely complicated. Its purpose was for the country gentry to save themselves. Wealthy merchants and country gentry paid for it. They recruited armed escorts, mercenaries, rangers, martial artists, and other people from all walks of life to form a motley crew. They actually slowly made a name for themselves. Later on, they made a name for themselves and were incorporated into the imperial court.
The general of this generation's Ba Du Army was called Qian Miao. He was known as the Sea Dragon King. It was also in his generation that the Ba Du Army slowly changed its function, transforming from a third-class army to a first-class navy.
It was just that the military reform of the Eight Capitals Army was somewhat incomprehensible. No one knew whose opinion the Eight Capitals Army had listened to, or whose support they had received, but their organization had suddenly doubled, making the navy no longer look like a navy, and the horse infantry no longer look like a horse infantry. While reforming the navy, they still retained the elite horse infantry troops used for fighting on the shore, and they were all extremely capable of fighting. The Zhenwu Battalion was one of these battalions. As for the mystery behind this, perhaps only the initiator would know.
Sun Lang arrived at the fourth-class cavalry camp. It was as relaxed as if he had just returned home.
The general of this camp was called Qian Yuanshuang. He was Qian Miao's son. According to seniority, he had to call him uncle. Not long ago, his Uncle Sun had used his iron fist to spoil Nephew Qian. Now, of course, he had to show some concern.
Sneaking in, entering the camp, and beating people in one go. In a split second, the guards and military doctors were all knocked out by Sun Lang. He sat down in front of Nephew Qian's bed and lovingly gave him two big slaps on the face.
Nephew Qian slowly opened his eyes with a dumbfounded expression.
He immediately saw a face with a gentle expression. He smiled and asked, "You're awake?"