Help!Too much sprouting [Quick Transmigration]

The result of the discussion was similar to Fang Chenqi's expectations. If he was asked to be the commander of the battle and lead a small team to intercept the enemy's reserve food, many people would naturally object.

After all, he has been playing the role of a small military adviser who makes plans before, and has never been on the battlefield.

Some generals even said bluntly, and looking at his thin figure, they wondered if he couldn't even hold a bayonet for cutting people.

This made Fang Chenxi dissatisfied, why did he still look down on him?

They didn't know where they were playing with mud while he was exorcising evil spirits!

In the end, Fang Chenxi took over the command and leadership of this important task under Zhong Mozhou's strong opposition.

A few days later, Fang Chenqi led a team of troops based on the information he had obtained, and lurked in the deep mountains and dense forests where the Qiongnu people would transport the reserve food and grass.

Fighting in this kind of terrain is most suitable for hiding your body and then taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack to quickly end the battle.

This task, while important, is not difficult to accomplish.

Prior to this, Qian Chenqi also turned into a phoenix prototype and stepped on it in advance to know which places are easy to hide and which places are conducive to their marching and fighting.

When the Qiongnu people who were escorting the soldiers, horses, and supplies appeared in their field of vision, the soldiers who had been lurking all this time began to gather their spirits and hold their breaths.

Fang Chenqi also gradually tensed up, waiting for the opportunity.

This distance is not within range yet, a little closer, a little closer.

Seeing that the Qiongnu people are getting closer and closer to them, they are getting more and more eye-catching.If they didn't act again, they would be exposed to the Qiongnu people. Seeing that Fang Chenqi, who was in charge of this operation, still refused to give any orders, some generals frowned anxiously.

He said angrily in his heart: Inexperience means inexperience. How can a person who has never been on the battlefield to kill people be able to be the commander of the army!

He saw that this frail scholar was scared out of his wits, so he refused to give orders to act!

The general beside him finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said urgently in a low voice: "If you don't move, the Qiongnu people will come before our eyes!"

The young man glanced over faintly, his voice was very soft and slow but certainly not superficial, instead it gave off a sense of calmness and stability.

Fang Chenxi replied, "No rush."

The general looked at him like this, and his anxious and irritable mood was instantly pressed back into his chest as if forced down.

Because the expression in the young man's eyes was calm and calm, he was not at all flustered and at a loss, he was not at all like an airborne commander leading an army in battle for the first time, but like a mature and experienced general, people couldn't help but trust and submit to him .

To Fang Chenqi, those Qiongnu people escorting soldiers, horses, food and grass were like prey that were about to step into his hunting range and fall into the traps he set up.

And as a hunter, he naturally has to wait for the prey to walk into the ditch and fall into his trap with absolute patience and a heavy and calm heart——

The time has come!Fang Chenxi waved his hand down neatly, and ordered: "Shoot the arrow!"

The soldiers were ordered to shoot bows and arrows one after another.

A large dense array of arrows flew out of the jungle in an instant, and the Qiongnu soldiers walking in front immediately shouted: "There is an ambush! Hurry up—"

However, before he could finish his sentence, he was shot in the chest by an arrow flying in the air, and he fell down and swallowed his breath.

The gun is easy to hide, and the dark arrow is hard to prevent.

The Qiongnu people who were caught off guard by the sneak attack had almost no room to resist.

Following an order, the squads commanded by Fang Chenxi emerged from their hiding places, lit up their weapons and rushed forward to fight!

There is no roar or cry, only rapid and decisive piercing and beheading.

This is the first time that the boy went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and he was still the commander of the army.His calm attitude and calm response are really impressive.

The bright red blood stains splashed on his fat and lacquered face, without the feeling of a fierce Shura, but added a coquettish and beautiful look.

Not to mention being captured by the surrendered Qiongnu, even the soldiers who met him every day in the same camp could not help but be dazzled by his expression.

In ancient times, there was a mask of the king of Linglan to cover his face, but now there is Mu Junshi who is more beautiful than blood.

In this precise and meticulous battle plan, the team led by Fang Chenxi did not suffer any damage, and successfully completed the mission and came back with a complete victory.

This battle laid the foundation for the victory ahead. As the commander of the whole team, Fang Chenxi has contributed a lot. Naturally, the army will throw a celebration banquet for him and reward all those who have made contributions in the battle.

Although the soldiers in the army went to the battlefield every day to kill, they were all iron-blooded and tender men in the end.

At the celebration banquet, there were soldiers dancing enthusiastically and wildly around the bonfire, and there were also drunk soldiers who were a little more sad and sang songs about missing their hometown.

This is the fireworks in the world that Fang Chenqi has never experienced. In the past, he only practiced and studied in the sect, and went down the mountain to perform tasks with his fellow disciples in the sect.

He got to know many people, got acquainted with cultivation disciples from various sects, and worked with them to slay demons and demons, and solve the evil spirits that caused chaos.

But fighting on the battlefield and throwing blood on the battlefield is an experience he has never had before.

Looking at the group of soldiers and generals who spoke boldly, drunk and sang, Fang Chenqi couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere, feeling heroic in his heart, he picked up the bowl full of wine and drank it down in one gulp.

"Mr. Mu, come and have a drink together!" A soldier saw Fang Chenqi passing by the campfire, and laughed and invited him to come and drink with him.

The young man who wanted to go back to the tent to rest had bright eyes and erratic steps, already a little drunk.But when he heard the invitation from others, he still showed a bright and public smile, and replied: "Okay!"

After taking a few steps, a tall and familiar figure flashed into his eyes.

The boy raised his head unsteadily, pointed his fingers at the armor on the opponent's chest, and said with a big grin, "Hey, big devil..."

Zhong Mozhou lowered his eyes slightly to look at the hand on his chest, his eyelids were covered by thick black eyelashes, making it difficult for people to see the expression in his eyes clearly.

I only heard him speak slowly with his deep and sexy voice: "You're drunk."

Fang Chenxi said: "I'm not drunk." I just drank a bowl, how could I get drunk?

But he didn't know that drinking a large bowl of military spirits in one gulp was enough to make a mighty man drunk.

Forget it, drunk people never feel drunk.

Zhong Mozhou also stopped talking to him about the issue of "drunk or not". Instead, he took his shoulders and took the little drunk fox back to the camp to have a good rest.

The strength of wine started to rise, and Fang Chenxi's head became more and more dizzy.

He staggered in Zhong Mozhou's arms, stepping on his own feet from time to time.As a result, as soon as he walked to the side of the bed, he fell down and plunged into the quilt.

"Ugh—" the little fox snorted, turned over and stared at the big devil beside the bed, accusing fiercely, "Why did you throw me!"

It is rare to be kind, Zhong Mozhou who sent people back to the tent and was trampled a few times: "..."

Well, the little fox cub really didn't get rewarded for his kindness.

Zhong Mozhou had no intention of arguing with the drunk, leaned over and held the young man's slender ankle, and took off his shoes and socks for him.

The drunk little fox felt as if someone was taking off his clothes, his hands started to flutter wildly, and he was about to shout: "Bold madman, how dare you molest your young master!"

Unexpectedly, the other party directly pressed his hand, raised it high and tied it above his head, and said in a deep voice, "Be quiet, don't move around."

"Well, you're pissing me off..." The young man opened his hazy eyes and looked blankly at the person above his head.Those eyes were timid and wet, like a little fox who had been wronged.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Zhong Mozhou's eyes couldn't help but change slightly.

The little fox was only drunk once when he was very young, before he could run around the foot of the mountain in his own form.Master brought it back to the sect for a month, and it made countless mistakes, large and small.

So the master locked it up in confinement and asked it to reflect on its mistakes.

The little fox is unruly by nature, how could he feel that he made a mistake?So it sneaked out again, wanting to go down the mountain and leave this big school with cumbersome rules and so many rules and regulations.

As a result, while avoiding the disciples patrolling the mountain in the sect, he fled in a panic and hid in the master's wine cellar, and accidentally fell into the wine jar he brewed.

When it was found by the master and fished out, it had already become a little drunk fox who couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

In a trance, Fang Chenxi only felt that he was back when he was a child, and he was just a little fox.

The young man complained aggrievedly: "How can you kill me? I... I am such a beautiful and cute little fox, how can you bear to kill me!"

The drunk little fox became more and more aggrieved as he talked, and after blinking his eyes twice, a string of crystal water drops rolled down.

Faced with such an unreasonable and pitiful appearance of a young man, the always cold-hearted big devil Zhong Mozhou actually had times when he was helpless and quite helpless.

He sighed, let go of the boy's wrist, reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a slow voice, "I didn't hurt you, don't cry."

"Huh..." The little fox turned his head and continued to sulk, with the momentum of "If you don't coax me well, I will ignore you again".

There seemed to be a slight gasp in the air, like someone laughing lowly.It was rare for Zhong Mozhou to be so patient, and he followed the little fox's mind and asked, "Then what do you want?"

The boy's half-closed eyes slowly opened a crack, looking at the person in front of him with a hazy watery light.

He propped himself up feebly and leaned in front of the Demon Lord, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he hung himself around the other's neck.

His deep and quiet eyes suddenly moved, Zhong Mozhou stared deeply at the drunken red-eyed young man in front of him, and just wanted to ask in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

Then I saw the young man raised his head slightly, and made a sound like a small animal between his breath, "I want to kiss—"

Zhong Mozhou paused suddenly: "What did you say?"

"Yes, kiss..." Kiss to stop getting angry.

The author has something to say: Zhong Mozhou: "Hiss, the first kiss is gone like this."

Still an innocent big devil.