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In the end, Long Te'ao still failed to kill the two Huns to avenge himself, because Bu Jingyun arrived in time and stopped him, and then interrogated the two spies.

In the tent, a group of players surrounded the two in the center, watching the interrogation with great interest.

Next to Bu Jingyun's seat, the two victims, Long Te'ao and He Honglian, stood on the left and right with knives in hand, staring fiercely at the kneeling Xiongnu.

Before they had time to organize and describe them, their sloppy appearance made them even more ferocious, as if they were two evil spirits who had just climbed up from hell.

The Huns have been stripped of their clothes and masks, and now they look dejected and terrified.

They couldn't figure out why they were exposed, and why the two refugees who were staring at them with their knives raised their knives shouted at them, "Give me back my life", and others seemed to regard these two as their companions... …

Could it be that these two refugees were really the two soldiers they killed last night, but those two were clearly dead...

Because it was hard to understand, the Xiongnu couldn't help but have a bizarre idea in their hearts. They had inquired about the details of this group of people before implementing the plan, and they had heard other soldiers call this black-robed army the "Undead Ghost Army".

They didn't think so at the time, but now they have to doubt it.

Could it be that this is really an immortal ghost army, but ghosts transformed, so they must wear black robes and masks during the day, otherwise they will appear in the sun?

Thinking of this, the Huns shuddered.

Surrounded by a group of masked people, they were already extremely nervous, but now they were so frightened that they didn't dare to lift their heads. When they heard what Bu Jingyun asked, they would answer, and they dared not hide anything.

After listening to the plan confided by the Hun spies, the players started talking.

"So, the King of the Huns originally planned to send people in in batches to eat away our ghost army little by little until the entire team became Huns?"

"Ah~ What a vicious plan."

"Ah, what a vicious Hun."

"Fortunately we are players."

"Fortunately, we are the immortal ghost army..."

Here they go again, these people once again admit that they are immortal...

The Huns became more and more panicked.

"Boss, I'm done asking, can I cut it?" Long Te'ao couldn't help but say, "I can't hold my knife any longer."

He Honglian echoed: "These two npcs made it impossible for us to fight this battle, and we had to give up our level experience. We had to cut them into pieces, go up the mountain of knives, go down to the frying pan, go through [-] levels of hell, and ruthlessly beat them to pieces." Punish them!"

The Huns couldn't help trembling when they heard this.

Bu Jingyun raised his hand and made a gesture of waiting, explaining: "Kill them, the enemy will come up with new strategies to deal with us knowing that the plan has failed, and then it may not be something we can handle. In my opinion, it is better to keep these two people first, let them continue to pass false information to the enemy, and deceive more Hun spies, it will definitely be useful in the future.”

"Just let these two become double agents!" Blue Dragon suddenly realized.

Huo Yuntian agreed: "This is a good idea. When the King of the Huns thinks that our ghost army has become their ghost army, he will definitely assign tasks to us, and then he can trick them by the way."

After listening to the analysis, the other players also decided that this would be more interesting, and they all nodded in agreement.

Long Te'ao heard that everyone agreed to this strategy, and said angrily: "Then Honglian and I were killed for nothing, and we can't even take revenge?"

Bu Jingyun reassured: "Well, let these two people be guarded by you respectively. As long as you don't play to death, you can let them serve tea and water for anything. Now they are still useful, and when they become useless in the future, it is up to you to dispose of them."

Long Te'ao frowned, and turned his mind a few times. What Bu Jingyun meant was equivalent to saying that he gave these two Huns to be their servants.

He thought to himself that he would not get any reward for killing the Huns, but having a servant who could do a lot of work for him was quite a good compensation.

"Okay then!" Long Te'ao finally agreed, walked up to the pale and trembling Xiongnu, and let out a few wicked smiles: "Don't worry, I will definitely watch him well."

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After dealing with the spies, the two armies were ready to meet up and set off back to the city.

In the city of Miryang, when Jiang Shu learned that the battle had been won, he immediately ordered people to post a notice in the city to publicize the matter, and started preparing for the celebration banquet early.

Seven days later, when the army returned, the people in the whole city put down their farm work and waited on the street for the army to return.

The broad Guangyan Street was crowded with people, both men, women and children. Merchants and foreign caravans took the opportunity to sell their goods by carts, making the street even more noisy and lively.

This time Jiang Shu still led the officials to greet him outside the south gate.

Compared with the last expedition to see them off, the size of the returned army has obviously doubled, and 3000 people lined up in a mighty array, so many people that they could hardly see the tail of the team.

This is the result of Xun Ling considering that the city can't hold so many troops, and has already stationed 3000 people he brought with him near Wubao. If Yanqiao's army comes here together, the area outside the city will probably be full of soldiers.

The player's black-robed army has gathered 200 people this time, riding majestically in the front row, with old soldiers from the former Yanqiao in the rear, new recruits who joined later, and a considerable number of former soldiers state soldiers.

These former Xunzhou veterans felt a sense of unreality from the beginning of their return journey.

Did they really defeat the Xiongnu? Did they really get rid of their identity as a defeated army and take back all the lost cities one by one...

These thoughts have been swaying in my heart, until now when I return to Miryang, I see the familiar city gate and city wall, the officials under the city gate wearing the official uniform of the Wei Dynasty, and the high-spirited young sheriff on the carriage. My mind finally settled down.

Some ex-Xionzhou soldiers with better eyesight recognized Qin Shang standing behind Jiang Shu, and they couldn't help crying when they remembered the days when they fought under the governor of Qin.

After several months of hardships, they finally came back openly, as the Xunzhou Army.

Even though the governor of Xunzhou is no longer around, they can still gather together and fight side by side again.

Under the city gate, Jiang Shu's eyes slowly passed over the soldiers behind, and finally fell on the two generals in front.

He first nodded towards Bu Jingyun, and then looked at another general beside him.

The young general rode a tall jet-black sweat horse, wearing a bright bronze armor. The fish-scale armor shone golden in the setting sun, making him particularly handsome and bold.

Jiang Shu was very emotional, the last time I met this character was when I just came here.

At that time, the other party was preparing to lead the army to station in Bailanxing, and his eyes were full of aggressive spirit to fight a big battle. Now goodbye, the sharpness is still the same, but it has been restrained a little, as if after several months of war, the whole The person is much calmer and more solemn, and is closer to the majestic General Long Xiang in the character set.

While Jiang Shu was looking at him, Xun Ling was also watching this old friend.

Because he has been intentionally reminding himself not to regard Jiang Shu as the Jiang Sanlang who admired him in the past, Xun Ling's impression of Jiang Shu has long been blurred. Smart boy.

When we met at this time, I realized that the young man in his vague impression had grown into a handsome and upright young man, not only handsome and gentle, but also full of vigor, like a bird about to spread its wings, full of great success!

They looked at each other and smiled at each other comfortably.

Jiang Shu immediately said loudly to the crowd: "Soldiers, this battle has been hard, and the city has prepared delicious food and wine. Congratulations on your return from victory!"

A short sentence of congratulations, because it came from the mouth of the prefect, the soldiers under the city suddenly became emotional, and everyone smiled from the bottom of their hearts.

Afterwards, without further ado, the two commanders led their own soldiers and followed the county carriage to the county office.

The army also entered through the south gate, enjoying the welcome of the common people for a while, and then went to the military camp in the east of the city to welcome the following celebration banquet.

The former Xunzhou soldier originally thought that it was a blessing to be able to return to Miryang in this life, but he did not expect to be welcomed and blessed by the people.

Some veterans who were originally from Miryang looked at the familiar buildings and familiar faces around them, and their tears couldn't stop flowing as they walked.

While weeping, he did not forget to pay attention to the changes in Miryang City, chatting non-stop with the soldiers around him.

"The road seems to have been repaved and is smoother than before."

"There are many street signs at the intersection, I don't know what they are for."

"Why are there red lanterns hanging on the whole street? Is it a festival?"

"Look, what's that up there!"

A Xunzhou soldier pointed at the banner above and shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw a bright banner hanging high on the road ahead, on which was written in domineering ink characters: "Congratulations to the Miyang Army for their complete victory in the battle of recovering Fuxing County and Duanmen Lost Territory, which greatly shocked the Wei Army's prestige!"

Hanging the banner was also Jiang Shu's proposal. He wanted to welcome the army back with a new trick and boost morale, so he had people hang up red lanterns on the entire street leading to the barracks, and even hung them at several key forks. A brightly colored banner is bound to let everyone in the city know that they have won the battle.

The effect is naturally there. Since the literate soldiers read the content on the banner and spread it to others, the atmosphere in the army is obviously more exciting than before. Everyone passing by the banner stares at it for a long time, so proud Go back and take some more cities.

When the army soldiers returned to the barracks to celebrate the victory in a jubilant atmosphere, a celebration banquet was also held in the main hall of the county mansion.

Compared with the big pot of rice in the military camp, the dishes prepared for the banquet in the county government are naturally more exquisite. The chefs also showed their skills this time, trying to cook all the classic dishes that Jiang Shu listed for them.

However, before the dinner began, they encountered a very embarrassing situation when choosing seats.

As the prefect, Jiang Shu is the person with the highest official position on the scene, so there is no doubt that he sits at the top of the banquet.

At this time, respecting the left is respected, so Xie Min usually sat on his left side, Zhang Zifang sat on his right side, and Bu Jingyun sat next to Zhang Zifang at banquets.

But this time, Xun Ling took the first seat on the left as a matter of course.

As a child of a great family in the Southern Lands, a fifth-rank general, and a captain of a county, it's no problem for him to sit like this.

The point is that not long after he sat down, Xie Min came late from the backyard after changing his clothes.

After entering the hall, he first glanced at his occupied seat, then turned his gaze to Jiang Shu, with a questioning look in his eyes, as if to say: If he sits here, where should I sit?