Wen Xiangyanyu

In August, Barrington's [-] cavalry invaded the Dacheng border and attacked four villages a hundred miles west of Xialuoguan at night.

Zhang Kai, the deputy general guarding Luoguan, led his troops and horses in pursuit all the way, running three hundred miles at night, and beheading all the bandits in the future by the Luoshui River.

At daybreak, Wen Ying led a large force to Luoshui. The battle here was over. Zhang Kan carried the head of the opponent's commander and returned to his command. Wen Ying looked at it and ordered to continue marching to the northwest.

Ling Qiyan opened the car window and took a look outside. The oars were bleeding, corpses were everywhere, and even the grass was stained with blood. Under the reflection of the rising sun in the sky, it was shocking.

He yawned lazily, then turned to Wen Ying and asked, "How do you know that the Barringtons chose the village near Xialuoguan this time?"

Wen Ying handed him hot tea: "Guess."

Ling Qiyan didn't believe it: "Can this be guessed? How did you guess it?"

The border between Dacheng Dynasty and Barrington stretched for thousands of miles, with dozens of crossings and cities. These Barringtons came back to rob, and they never shot a shot to change places. They were surprised. If it was so easy, they could guess their intentions. , it will not be so unpredictable.

Wen Yingdan said: "Arrange the places where they have come back over the years one by one on the topographic map. If there are enough times, they will find certain patterns. There are three places where they are most likely to choose to attack this time. , I have already arranged an ambush in advance."

Can you do this?

Wen Ying didn't say any more, spread out the parchment map, and carefully checked the terrain around Mount Luota where they were going.

Ling Qiyan leaned over to watch with him, and was embraced by Wen Ying. He wanted to break free, but this man was always strong, so he just held him down, staring at the terrain map under him, and he was still able to push him away. Rub it from head to toe.

Ling Qiyan's body softened, and he could only moan and groan and nestle in Wen Ying's arms, letting him rub him, no longer trying to resist.

"Don't make trouble." Wen Ying whispered in his ear.

...Who made trouble?It's clear that you are not serious, you stinky rascal.

Ling Qiyan slandered, but he didn't dare to say it out, or he would probably have his ass bloom again, even though they were on the march right now.

Wen Ying pointed to the Luota Mountains on the map with his slender fingers, and told Ling Qiyan: "The five hundred cavalry who attacked this time are all from the Luota tribe, the largest tribe in Barrington near my Dacheng Dynasty. Their old lair It's at the foot of Mount Luota, but no one has ever entered it exactly where it is."

Ling Qiyan said casually: "Aren't there still nearly a hundred living people out there, just torture to extract a confession."

"It's not that easy," Wen Ying frowned, and said in a deep thought, "The Luota tribe is the tribe that threatens our Dacheng border the most. They come here almost every year and plunder countless people and things from our Dacheng dynasty. The border people here hate him deeply. King Jing and Zhang Kan have caught them alive all these years, but no matter how much they tortured them, they couldn't find out the exact location of their tribe. King Jing actually sent troops here to investigate several times. back, but found nothing."

Ling Qiyan didn't take it seriously: "So why do you have to choose them? Can't you change the tribe?"

"To kill chickens to make an example to monkeys, it is natural to pick the most difficult one."

Ling Qiyan kicked him: "It's unreasonable."

After marching for a whole day, in the evening, the army settled at the foot of the mountain southeast of Luota Mountain, and soon lit a bonfire.

After dinner, Wen Yingzhao's subordinates discussed the route of marching tomorrow, Ling Qiyan was not interested in listening, and went outside by himself.

Behind the barracks, Zheng Mu was leading people to interrogate the cavalrymen from the Luota tribe who had been captured this morning. Ling Qiyan walked over and listened for a while, and finally understood what Wen Ying meant when he said that it was not so easy.

These people didn't even blink even if the knife was on their necks. Zheng Mu used all methods of torture to extract a confession, but no one was willing to make a sound.

Seeing Ling Qiyan coming over, Wen Qing came to say hello to him, Ling Qiyan glanced at him, after a few months of experience in the military camp, this kid is much stronger now, he looked at his slender arms and legs Yes, very unhappy.

Wen Qing didn't notice his dislike, and said with a naive smile, "Brother, why are you here? This place is dirty, don't dirty your eyes."

"Okay, what's wrong with you, learning such useless nonsense," Ling Qiyan waved his hand to interrupt him, stared at the captives for a while, and asked him, "Can't you ask any questions?"

Speaking of this, Wen Qing was not angry: "These people don't care about anything at all. They just pretended not to understand what Brother Zheng said, and it was hard to pry them open, let alone tell them honestly."

"How many people should I kill?"

"I've killed several of them. First, I killed one in front of them, and I didn't see them change their expressions."

Ling Qiyan rolled his eyes, he didn't quite believe it, how could a person have no weakness, even if he wasn't afraid of death, there was always something to be afraid of, right?

Seeing that there was nothing to ask here for a while, Ling Qiyan turned back and walked into the tent. Wen Ying's subordinates had already left, and he was the only one still staring at his mountain topographic map.

Ling Qiyan walked over, Wen Ying raised his eyes and looked at him when he heard footsteps: "Where did you go?"

Ling Qiyan raised his hand with a smile, and made a gesture of wiping his neck: "The people who came to see you tortured the prisoners."

"What's the question?"

Wen Ying's voice was flat, obviously he didn't have much hope for that side.

"No, all of them are as hard as rocks, and they can't be pried open at all. What are you going to do?"

"Tomorrow, we will go into the mountain in three ways to search."

When do we have to search?This Luota Mountain is the largest mountain group in this area, spanning hundreds of miles, and the terrain is extremely complicated. If you use the most stupid way to find it, you may not be able to find it until next year.

Ling Qiyan's words came to his lips, touched Wen Ying's frowning and stern expression, and suddenly didn't want to say anything, that's all, why hurt people's confidence.

Tsk, he is really kind.

Ling Qiyan stretched her waist, feeling drowsy, and decided to go back to sleep in the tent. Just as she was about to leave, Wen Ying grabbed her hand and grabbed her back: "Sleep here."

Ling Qiyan was not happy: "You should pay attention, this is marching outside, I will sleep in the same tent with you, what will happen when it gets out."

"My king and the military master hold candlelight talks at night, why not?" Wen Ying looked at him, his dark eyes gleaming with fire.

Ling Qiyan was uncomfortably stared at, and turned his gaze away,... shameless?

What can they talk about at night by candlelight, it's almost the same.

After all, he still stayed. Now that he has deeply experienced Wen Ying's temper, if he insists on leaving, I'm afraid this person will go and carry him back, which would be really embarrassing.

Lying on the couch, Ling Qiyan put his pillow into Wen Ying's arms as usual, and asked him in a low voice: "Are you going to the mountains tomorrow?"

"Let's take a look."

"Oh." Ling Qiyan wanted to say that he would go together, but Wen Ying didn't seem to want to go in person, so he didn't go either.

Wen Ying raised his hand, pinched the back of his neck and gently rubbed him, then pressed him into his arms and kissed him.

Lips and teeth pressed together, Ling Qiyan said vaguely: "...don't do it."

Wen Ying lowered his voice: "Outside, don't do it."

"Well."

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Kan, the deputy commander in chief, and two other generals each led [-] soldiers into the mountain, and the army still stayed in the camp at the foot of the mountain.

But Wen Ying was not idle, and led Ling Qiyan and took five thousand soldiers and horses out for a stroll. A hundred miles behind Luota Mountain, Lu Yuyi, a small tribe with less than a thousand people, was on the way of migration. If they stop them, the opponent has little power to fight back, and they surrendered without a single soldier.

Most of the people in this small tribe are old and weak, women and children, and there are very few young and strong men. They kneel on the ground in fear and fear, begging the prince of the Dacheng Dynasty to spare their lives.

Wen Ying rode on a tall horse, looked at them condescendingly and indifferently, did not express his opinion immediately, Ling Qiyan held the whip and touched his arm: "What are you talking about, what should we do with these people?"

The patriarch kneeling at the top spoke in a very poorly spoken Chinese, telling that their small tribe was forcibly incorporated by the Barringtons a few years ago. Even the pastures were taken, and they could only be forced to move around in order to survive. Never and incapable of committing crimes against the Dacheng Dynasty, he begged Wen Ying to show mercy and let them go.

After a long time, Wen Ying finally spoke in a deep voice, and ordered his subordinates: "Give up all their weapons and irons, let them go."

As if they had received amnesty, those people hurriedly kowtowed to thank them.

Ling Qiyan looked at them, and suddenly asked the patriarch: "You just said that your pastureland was in the northeast of Luota Mountain?"

"Yes, yes, ... only a small area."

The other party answered cautiously, for fear that they would change their minds again.

"Since you have lived near Mount Luota for generations, have you dealt with people from the Luota tribe?"

"We have done business, but they are all from the mountains to exchange things with us, and we have never had a deep friendship."

Wen Ying narrowed his eyes lightly, and heard Ling Qiyan ask again: "What kind of people from the Luota tribe have you dealt with before? Tell me in detail."

The patriarch thought about it for a while, and answered him: "Most of the Luota people are tall and mighty, with very powerful weapons. They seem to have close contacts with the princes and nobles in the capital of Barrington. Occasionally, they can see people from the capital of Barrington. Soldiers and horses came here, but I avoided the people of Barrington and did not dare to approach them."

"What else? Do you know what they like and their customs?"

The patriarch discussed with a few people around him in a low voice, and then replied: "Someone from the Luota tribe who did business with us once mentioned inadvertently that they would rush back to worship their Luo God. If the time is delayed, I'm afraid God Luo blamed it, and seemed to be very pious, but they didn't know exactly what God Luo they were talking about."

Ling Qiyan tilted his head, raised his eyebrows at Wen Ying with a smile: "God Luo?"

Like the tribes in Mobei, most of the Barringtons believe in Lamaism. What the hell is this God of Luo?

Wen Ying looked at him, stretched out his hand to brush away a strand of wind-blown hair on his cheek, and caressed his cheek inadvertently with his fingertips.

The smile on the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth faltered, and he turned his face away,...the crowd is so wide, what are you touching.

The patriarch couldn't tell what God Luo was, so he went to ask his clansmen, and soon a very clever young man came out and told them gesticulating that once before, he had done business with his tribe who often went to their tribe. The Luota people got close, and that person told him that God Luo has protected their Luota people for generations, and only the most devout and obedient clansmen can gain eternal life after death, follow God Luo forever, enjoy wealth and glory, if they betray God Luo, Then he will live forever as a pig or a dog, the lowest animal.

Ling Qiyan clicked tut upon hearing this, and said to Wen Ying, "It's no wonder those Luota people are not afraid of death, and they refuse to tell where their tribe is. I'm afraid their patriarch will use this Luo god to deceive them, and they will live forever. Who is afraid of death?"

Wen Ying gave a faint "hmm" and ordered these people to be released.

They went back to the barracks, Wen Ying called Zheng Mu, and asked him to use the Luo Shizi to deceive the prisoners, Ling Qiyan went back to his tent and changed his clothes, when he came, he met Zheng Mu outside the commander's tent, After mentioning him a few words casually, Zheng Mu was instructed and left with orders.

Ling Qiyan opened the curtain and went in. Wen Ying was writing a secret performance to be reported to the emperor.

Ling Qiyan went over and glanced casually: "Are you planning to report the matter here to him every few days?"

Wen Ying nodded, writing like flying.

Ling Qiyan admired him deeply. Don't look at this bastard Wen Ying who has always been cold and unkind. In terms of catering to the emperor's mind, not to mention him, even the one in the East Palace is far inferior to this person.

Seeing that Wen Ying included today's events, Ling Qiyan curled his lips: "It is said that foolish people can be deceived, and fabricating such a Luo God can make people give up. It would be great if the emperor could do the same."

"The emperor won't like this," Wen Ying's voice was flat, "If anyone can create a Luo God to deceive the world, what else does the emperor need to do? An emperor like His Majesty will not like this kind of thing."

"how about you?"

Wen Ying stopped writing, looked up at him, Ling Qiyan asked with a smile, "Are you afraid of such things?"

Wen Ying didn't answer, but his expression told Ling Qiyan that he disdains such things.

Ling Qiyan knew this earlier, this person has always been self-confident, how could he care about those unwarranted things of gods and ghosts.

He raised his hand and touched Wen Ying's shoulder with a smile: "If you become the emperor, you will definitely be harder to fool than your father."

Wen Ying still didn't say anything, stretched out his hand and pulled, Ling Qiyan staggered, and just fell forward into his arms, sitting on his lap facing each other.

"Why?" Ling Qiyan pushed his chest, "I forgot to mention you, just now outside, so many people were watching, why did you suddenly touch me?"

"Why can't you touch it?"

Wen Ying's tone was taken for granted, and Ling Qiyan had the illusion that he was hypocritical and troublesome: "...it's not good to be seen by people in public, and you still have to be shameless?"

"Those are my own soldiers, so what if you see them?"

Ling Qiyan raised his hand to hit someone, but Wen Ying grabbed his wrist, stared at him like that, first brought his knuckles to his lips and kissed him, then kissed his chin and lips .

"What are you doing……"

Ling Qiyan uttered a vague voice, and Wen Ying pressed against his lips, reminding him in a low voice: "Open your mouth."

Ling Qiyan subconsciously opened her lips obediently, and was quickly kissed softly, sticking to Wen Ying, exchanging kisses with him stickyly.

In the middle of the night, after Ling Qiyan fell asleep, Wen Ying got up and went to the back of the barracks.

Zheng Mu came over to report to him, saying that the captives had really loosened up when they heard Luo Shen being mentioned, and they no longer had the attitude of letting them be killed and cut as if they were puppets on a string. He tortured those people separately and kept stimulating them with words He said that Luo Shen of them was a worthless false god liar, and when he met the God of War of the Dacheng Dynasty, he would only suffer a crushing defeat, so they lost their troops and returned in a big defeat this time, and they fell to this point.Those people have been interrogated continuously for a day and a night, and now hearing Zheng Mu say this, finally some people's psychological defenses began to collapse, and they couldn't resist opening their mouths.

Wen Ying frowned upon hearing this: "God of War?"

Zheng Mu laughed and laughed, and told him the truth, saying that Mr. Wen told him to say that.

Wen Ying was silent.

After a while, he ordered: "When they explain the matter and confirm that they are telling the truth, they will kill them."

Zheng Mu was taken aback: "Have they all been killed?"

"Killed." Wen Ying calmly threw out these two words.

Zheng Mu felt apprehensive, and didn't dare to ask any more questions, and bowed his head to accept his orders.

In order to show his generosity and benevolence, and also to ensure that Dacheng soldiers and horses can fight quickly on the battlefield, he personally ordered Dacheng soldiers not to kill prisoners of war. When charging in front of the battle, as long as the opponent finally surrenders, he will save his life.

But now Wen Ying said that everyone would be killed, even if they were willing to speak up and confess the location of the tribe.

He went to see those captives with his own eyes again. The Luotar people who were covered in blood stared at him after being tortured, and there were some who cursed and cursed him. On the chest of the powerful one, that person's eyes were wide open, and he would not rest in peace.

Withdrawing the sword, Wen Ying remained motionless, ordered Zheng Mu to lead others to continue the interrogation, and turned to leave.

Back in the camp, he was wrapped in the cold air, squatted down by the brazier and roasted for a while, then took off his blood-stained coat, and lay back on the couch again.

Sleeping Ling Qiyan rolled back into his arms, rubbed against his chest, and hugged him tightly.

Wen Ying lowered his head, kissed the top of the hair of the man in his arms, and closed his eyes lightly.