The return of the national teacher warp speed

The moon is full in the desert, and the wolf smoke is not lit within sight. It has long been integrated into the air of the entire desert. The flames of war have been burning in this land for too long, so long that people are used to fighting and killing as soon as they are born. I seldom stop to think about whether what I take for granted is right.

The army from the Great Golden Tent invaded the border, and the participating tribes formed a coalition. They wanted to fight against Gu Mu's forces. They believed that Gu Mu was just a villain who used bad methods to defraud the gods of gifts. The nobles who have lasted for many years are the real masters of the desert.

They take it for granted, from the bottom of their hearts.

So they don't notice that in the "human circle" where they hold slaves, the young slave looks up with bright piercing eyes, his hair is dirty and messy, but he is enthusiastic, even smiling, to Everyone who can speak introduces themselves.

"There is a place where there are no slaves, where all men are born the same, no one belongs to anyone, and everyone has a name. Me? You ask my name? I'm sorry I can't learn lip language very well you Is that what it means... My name is Zhu Jiu, although it doesn't sound good, it's my own name anyway..."

The slaves who were regarded as the "cannon fodder army" lacked interest, but they still subconsciously raised their ears, as if they had the right to listen to the story.

In response to this war, various tribes captured many slaves, and many slaves who did not belong to the collective were also forcibly conscripted. During the war, all the people were soldiers. Boys who could ride horses were issued with knives, and they went to war with their fathers and grandfathers. The battlefield, not to mention these slaves.

They didn't know where this young man with a bad brain came from, but how could there be such a place in the world?They have vaguely heard of the "Tribe of the Reticent", but those are runaway slaves... The runaway slaves were abandoned by the desert gods, and disaster and thirst will always be with them.

However, what the young man described didn't seem to be as simple as the Silent Tribe.

Zhu Jiu looked around and saw faces with no interest, and he didn't feel discouraged - before he came, the husband had told him that the number of slaves in the entire desert was even more than that of "commoners" and nobles. If they attack in groups, can they really be afraid of the few nobles?What really binds these slaves is not the shackles and shackles, but the thoughts.

People don’t yearn for things they never have. Children who have never eaten candy are absolutely cute and cute and won’t ask adults for them. Even if a blind person knows that the rainbow has seven colors, he will never truly understand the beauty of the sun after the rain.A child who grew up in a cage and never had a name naturally did not know the meaning of free will.

What Chu Xiang wants to do is not to help them. These people have hands and feet, and they are as daring as they are on the battlefield, bleeding and sacrificing. There is another world, as for whether you are willing to come and see it with your own eyes, then Chu Xiang can't force everyone to move forward, he doesn't have that much energy, he can't push it.

Before they intervened, there was already a tribe of silencers in the desert, and Chu Xiang could be sure from this that the germs of resistance had already broken through the ground, and soon, they would thrive. It just took time, and Chu Xiang could What I did was to water it to make it germinate faster.

Nothing is more effective than showing up. Silver Eagle, who came from the desert and was born as a slave, is a person who has personally experienced the two worlds. Among them, choose those who can speak—how can those who cannot speak communicate with others?These silver eagles disguised themselves as private slaves recruited by various tribes, and lied that they used to wash horses in stables or help their masters graze cattle.

They are not afraid of being exposed-who made most of the slaves unable to speak, even if a few were "amnesty" and kept their voices, their masters would not be able to have a long talk with the slaves late at night.

They are frank and frank, conveying the same message-life could have been different, you can have a name, a status, and a horse of your own, instead of being used as a human shield by the owner, holding an incompatible weapon, To participate in a fight that has nothing to do with me.

Finally, someone muttered, gesturing and lip-smacking, and asked Zhu Jiu: "When Gu Mu's army comes over, we'll all be dead anyway!"

"Gu Mu wants to kill the rebel nobles, are you a rebel noble?" Zhu Jiu said, "We in the desert are busy with civil strife, fighting each other, how many years have we not had a peaceful life? If you don't make trouble, don't bully men and women, Gu Mu will kill you do what?"

The weights had been lowered, and the balance began to shake.

The expedition of the army in the era of cold weapons is a big project. There is no starship transporting troops to and from the interstellar at warp speed. If it is in the starry sky, Chu Xiang can win the entire planet and the inner and outer ring platforms in three days, but The three days here are only enough for Gu Mu's army to camp outside the oasis.

The oasis in the northeastern hilly area of ​​the desert, the fertile water source, and the vast green spread on the sand sea, this is the treasure land that many tribes covet.

Gu Mu is stationed outside the oasis, and he is not in a hurry. In his eyes, although the oasis is vast and fertile, it is not as good as the real fertile land outside the desert.

Silver Eagle Su Jin sat silently by the campfire, and Gu Mu roasted the leg of lamb next to him, because according to the plan, there was no rush to attack within a few days, Gu Mu ordered the army to relax and rest to prevent excessive tension during the battle, which was different from the Central Plains army , the soldiers of the desert sang and danced when they set off, Chu Xiang once commented——

"This dance, the dance of the imperial capital is the kind that doesn't grow bones, wobbles like a snake and draws circles. You Mobei... don't dress well and jump around on the floor."

At that time, Su Jin replied based on the vague memory of his youth: the dance in the desert is a kind of blessing, not only to express the courage of a warrior to the gods, but also to show his own bravery and attract the attention of his lover.

Gu Mu shook his wrist, letting the oil soaked from the roasted leg of lamb fall on the sand, and then picked a piece of meat that was fat and thin, grilled until it was golden yellow, tender and juicy, shaved it off, sprinkled salt for seasoning, and handed it to the Su Jin.

"The meat outside is still not as good as our desert." He said, showing off the deliciously roasted mutton with great interest, "Taste it quickly."

Su Jin didn't know whether to lament Gu Mu's craftsmanship or his overly enthusiastic attitude.

In the end, the meat was picked up and inserted on a silver dagger. Su Jin tasted it... Indeed, it was delicious and plump, but not too greasy, and the smell of fishy smell was not completely removed, but it was just right, after all, it was mutton. There is no fishy smell at all, so what's the point?

"How is it?" Gu Mu asked.

Su Jin nodded honestly, and wrote on the ground: Very good, please teach me, I want to go back and do it for my husband.

Then the invisible tail that was shaking behind Gu Mu retracted it with a swish.

He picked up the firewood in the fire to make the campfire more vigorous, and then said casually, "It seems that you admire your Mr. Chu?"

Su Jin nodded solemnly, Gu Mu sighed, stood up by himself, and went to get the second leg of lamb.

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There is no owner in the Great Golden Tent, and it is not good for the Desert Tribe, because when going to war, the tribal leader must be the strongest warrior to lead the morale, so Gu Mu must go out in person, and Suma is in charge of the Great Golden Tent. , the future hostess of the Daikin Account.

The entire desert is shrouded in a chill atmosphere, not just on the battlefield.

The assassin who came across the border from the Tang Dynasty came down to the courtyard where Chu Xiang was staying on a moonlit night—he was still playing with the golden house. The assassin Mo Shuchong opened the door, holding the secret letter written by Lan Jue.

Chu Xiang happily accepted it—probably only he himself knew that it was a love letter or something. They had a remote video call, and there was no need to write letters to deliver messages. All the combat deployments and the country's long-term strategies were in order. run.

"Sir, thirty miles to the southeast, we found enemy troops."

Mo Shuchong reported to Chu Xiang in a flat voice.

Chu Xiang nodded: "As expected."

As early as when Gu Mu set off, they had discussed the enemy's possible countermeasures. The best possibility-the enemy is relatively conservative, and they are fighting steadily in the oasis, trying to gradually develop into an autonomous small group and become an independent kingdom; the most troublesome possibility Sex, the enemy is ready to give it a go.

Pull out all the power of Gu Mu in the Great Golden Tent, seize the "weapon of the gods", smash Gu Mu's foundation, and make him have nowhere to go back. The wandering army will be slowly dragged down by the slave army left in the oasis. until all energy is exhausted.

So before setting off, Chu Xiang said to Gu Mu: "You lead the troops to the oasis, and I will guard the big golden tent for you."

The covenant between the two parties has been made, and Gu Mu just habitually blames this Central Plains literati he doesn't like very much, saying, "Why should I believe that you have this ability?"

Chu Xiang smiled calmly: "Because I am in the city, if I am defeated, I will die in a foreign land, and there will be no bones left."

"Okay!" Gu Mu laughed and raised his wine glass, "Then I respect you, I hope you survive and return to your hometown."

Marching in a hurry in the desert is very fast. The terrain of the desert is flat and endless. You just need to run away. The warriors who are used to the desert and the selected war horses will not be hindered by the quicksand. , in the big gold tent... during the Chinese New Year.

Celebrating the New Year is a custom in both places. Although the way of celebrating the New Year is different, celebrating a festival with excitement is something to look forward to in the boring ancient life.

The first batch of uninvited guests sneaked in on New Year's Eve.

Suma sat in the position of the hostess of the big golden tent, ignorant of her future.Chu Xiang leaned aside, feeling a little sad in her heart—it was a girl who was born in her prime, her eyes were clean and bright, without any haze, and no amount of wind and sand would obscure her smile.

But after tonight?

In the center of the arena, Su Ma's brother Su Yang was wrestling with others—but the desert warrior was absent-minded.

He was counting the hours, and Chu Xiang was also counting the hours.

Amidst the lively singing and dancing of the New Year, the first batch of infiltrators came face to face with the long-awaited Li Weiting Assassin.

The big golden tent is not too big, and the bold style of the people in the desert makes them not good at hiding secrets. Therefore, it only takes some time to find out where the unused weapons of the gods are hidden, not to mention, Su Yang is the elder brother of the future mistress of the Great Golden Tent.

In a corridor, the first black shadow flew in, and then almost at the same time, he fell from the sky—but he didn’t fall completely. What fell on the ground were some broken corpses. After taking up the blood, the light of New Year’s fireworks Illuminating the murderous intentions laid out in the hallway—the thin, transparent steel wires that cut off the infiltrator's limbs as they travel at high speed—

Inspired by the incidents of clotheslines and kite strings cutting pedestrians that are often in the news——Chu Xiang proposed this setting, and the skillful craftsmen who left the court to create this kind of hidden weapon can be regarded as a disguised proof for Chu Xiang that at this time and place already has The basic production capacity of the industrial revolution.

At about this time, the news of the army's invasion also came. Outside the Dajin tent, the main force from the remnants of the old aristocratic tribes took advantage of the night to reach the city.

All of a sudden, a glamorous firework exploded in the sky amidst the ringing of the New Year's bell. In the golden-red flames that filled the sky, the Silver Eagle warrior in white and silver armor leaped to the top of the city, showing the scimitar in his hand.