Chapter 40 Scout

Near the border of Mengyang, the land is becoming more and more barren and dry, and sporadic low grass clusters are almost uprooted by the wind. Near autumn, the bleak and decadent situation is even worse. There seems to be a gray and chaotic line between heaven and earth. You can't see the scenery in the distance clearly, which is far from the scenery of the frontier desert mentioned by the literati, and even to It's disgusting.

A lonely and dilapidated town stands on the edge of the desolate, like an old man, like an autumn rain and winter snow that will flatten it. Such an inconspicuous border town has become the focus of the Mengyang Dynasty and even the Fanyang Dynasty.

A few days ago, tens of thousands of armored soldiers drove into the town, and the town with a population of less than 20,000 crowded into so many well-equipped warriors, which suddenly opened their eyes to the townspeople who were waiting for food, drink and waiting to die. Five steps on the broken wall of the town is a sentry post with a gun and a crossbow. His eyes hidden under the shadow of the mighty iron helmet glanced at the Mengyang border plug coldly, and then threw it to Fanyang farther between the gray heaven and the earth.

The children in the town dug their nostrils and looked at these almost stone-like warriors. Although they didn't understand why these people were standing here, they had a special preference for the iron guns and exquisite crossbows in the hands of the warriors. If they could take a look at those cavalry warriors who came and went like the wind, they would have the capital to brag to their friends. This frontier town is far away from the official road and commercial road, and is almost out of the outside world. The townspeople have never seen such a majestic army, but the old people in the town feel that these iron-clad warriors are different from the bleak and yellow decadent scenery of the world. If they are splashed with a layer of red blood, it is more suitable.

When the army first entered the town, several idle and tired lazy men wanted to get close to take a look at the military tents in the city. It was more fortunate to touch the powerful knife and iron gun, but without waiting to get close to the barracks station, several crossbow arrows on the sentry tower roared and plunged into the ground in front of the man's feet. Looking up, the whistle standing on the high whistle tower was fierce, and the men were stared with numbness on their backs. Although they only dealt with livestock, cattle and sheep and had never seen any fierce beasts, the fierce eyes of the whistle made them involuntarily remind them of the poisonous snakes coiled on the stone and the baldness that gnawed on the corpses. Vulture. The arrows on the ground trembled, and the warriors on the sentry tower still looked at them. The crossbows were cold metallic, and the expressionless whistle was silent, but the men knew that if they took another step forward, they would end up with an arrow piercing their hearts.

After retreating in dismay, there were more gossip, saying that this was the army under the command of General Zhentian, the first general of Mengyang, saying that it was the Yulin Tian army guarding the royal family, and even saying that it was the Eastern Expedition Force to conquer Fanyang. No matter which statement, the townspeople understand that this army stationed in their town is by no means idle pain. * The warriors of the real knife and iron armor are not to open their eyes to these people who have nothing to eat, drink and wait for death all their lives. They are butchers who are going to go to the battlefield to kill people!

I have been with this army for half a year, and there have been no wolf smoke and war, but there are frequent scouts of light armor and fast horses day and night, and there are several more wandering falcons that are rarely seen in the town. There is no evil of soldiers and bandits disturbing the people and forcibly robbing the people's women, which has relaxed the townspeople a lot. These promising and backbone guys don't care about this. As long as it doesn't affect their eating, drinking and sleeping, it doesn't matter if they come to a group of Fanyang enemies who want to enter the ethereal city of the imperial capital. Loyal to the royal family? Bullshit, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Who knows what the emperor is?

Even these muddle-headed scoundrels still hope to see what a war is like. Will they be as lively as they usually fight? The people of the border town are uncivilized, and often don't agree with each other. Then the good people stir up trouble, and the young and middle-aged people come out to join in the fun and fight, kick black legs and stuffy black bricks. If they can touch a shoulder pole and wave it, they will be quite heroic, but everyone bow their heads and don't see it. Yes, fights are hard and dare not really kill people, but this can make a stagnant town lively for a few days, and fighting is purely for fun.

Is this also the battle for the army? The men on both sides rolled up their sleeves and picked up the bench brick hoe, blew their beards and stared across the street. They scolded each other's mother, but no one did anything, but as long as one threw a brick out silently, it was a melee. The battle was dark and dark. It was estimated that when it was time for dinner, they would be birds and beasts scattered to find their own. Mother-in-law begged for food.

It is said that the war is going to kill people. After these armored warriors die, they must go to the battlefield to peel off the heads of these cold-eyed guys. Look at the sharp knife in their hands, which is absolutely better than their rusty sickle. The exquisite crossbow is so powerful that it can be used to shoot rabbits and stew meat in winter. The armor is bright, and the iron must be used twice as much. It is melted into an iron plow in the earth stove. When the land is cultivated in spring, it can save their livestock more effort. . Ha ha, they felt sorry for their animals and didn't bother to care about the life and death of these army warriors. They used their land for nothing, so they quickly went to the battlefield to die.

The villagers in the town looked at these inhuman warriors with cold eyes, but the warriors did not look at these rough and ignorant unruly people. The sky eagles and falcons wandered, hissing again and hovering under the turbid sky.

Several riders appeared on the front line of heaven and earth and galloped towards this town. They were all standard scout equipment. They were light armored and fast horses and crossbows. They took the lead by riding a horse. The eagle's eyebrows frowned lightly, and their eyelids were slightly closed to avoid dust and squinting. The elite scouts are mostly experienced warriors in their 40s, but the warriors on this ride are extremely young and can be called Junyan, but a scar like a centipede crawls from one side of the temples to the bridge of the cheek, destroying a beautiful face and adding a little fierceness.

You can already see the town, leading the scout to strangle the war horse, and the number of horses behind him also stopped, waiting for instructions without saying a word.

"The three-day patrol is not eye-catching. Are you tired?" The leader turned the horse's head, looked at the entourage warriors behind him, and said with a dissolute smile, "Our army is the elite of wind and thunder. The task is completed early. There is no need to rush to let the horse rest and slowly return to the camp."

His voice was extremely high, like a hungry vulture.

The scouts relaxed when they heard the words, and their faces were not so tight.

The task of their scout this time is to find out the number of defenders and generals in Fanyangbian Town, assassinate a Fanyang real-power lieutenant, destroy two beacons, and also guard against Fanyang's scouts, catch and kill, and play cat and mouse games. Elite warriors are easy to practice. As long as they have money and food, with a little training and arrogance, they are powerful masters. But elite scouts are difficult to buy. They should be smart, calm, adapt to changes, and have fearless courage... These are difficult to practice.

The scouts must maintain a secret maneuver, so most of the scouts are a team of five, or even less. It is no exaggeration to complete the almost impossible task with a very small number of people, hiding search information under the enemy's eyes, and being chased and intercepted by thousands of enemies. And if the scout is caught by the other party, the end will be even more miserable - how many useful things are there in a scout's mind? As long as he can pry open his mouth, any fierce punishment will greet his body, peel the ribs, iron, lift his nails and chop his fingers. How many people can hold on?

So the most important quality of scouting is loyalty, loyalty that would rather die than surrender.

Now Fanyang's scout's mouth is filled with poison bags. If he is unfortunately caught, he will bite the poison bag and take poison to suicide, so as not to suffer from skin and skin and will not reveal secrets. As a spy, he is no different from a dead man. In the eyes of his superiors, he is even a dead body.

This scout is the five-person team with the heaviest task and the deepest in the most important town on the border of Fanyang. Everyone has reported their dying heart. When facing the enemy, they clenched their teeth and are ready to bite the poison sac between their teeth at any time to kill themselves. They can return to their own territory alive. They feel like they have walked on the road of Huangquan, but the more so, they return The queen felt more excited and excited. She lurked under the enemy's eyelids like a dormant poisonous snake waiting for the opportunity, and the nervous blood poured into the eardrums and buzzed.

A scout smiled and said, "Major General, what reward should we give us for such great work this time? Anyway, a few rich women have to serve me. Those who are born and die have forgotten what it's like to be a woman!"

The young leader, who was called a major general, smiled softly, and the centipede-like scar on his face twisted strangely, "Forget what it's like to be a woman? As long as you don't forget what it's like to be a man!"

Laughter.

These elites are waiting for laughter, as if to melt these more than ten days of depression and tension into the laughter and spit them out into the vast border of the motherland.

The young scout held a horse whip and looked at the west with arrogant eyes, "This time, our army was not injured and did not die. We pulled out two beacons, killed two lieutenants, assassinated one assassins, killed 36 enemy soldiers, figured out the transportation route of Fanyang's grain transportation, and the distribution of the border army and towns. These merits were taken back to those placed in the imperial capital. In front of the old guys, why don't you scare them to death? Leaving aside my surname of Ye Xinghan, let's talk about military achievements. Isn't everyone getting ten gold? How many women don't want? Everyone and Ye Xinghan were born and died. If you don't reward everyone well, I will be the first to refuse to agree!"

"Good! The young general said beautifully!" Several scouts waved their whips and laughed loudly.

Ye Xinghan is the commander of their scouts. They know how prominent the Mengyang Ye clan is, only one head worse than the Wan Yan family of the royal family, and Ye Xinghan is the nephew of the previous general of Zhentian. General Zhentian fell ill five years ago. Ye Qingshan's brother Ye Qingshan, the father of Ye Xinghan They personally took over the military power and tiger charm of General Zhentian and all the army of the Mengyang Empire, so they called Ye Xinghan as a major general.

Originally, they looked down on the seed emperor who was born in a famous family like Ye Xinghan. Everyone knows that Mengyang is still martial. The descendants of the famous clan no longer break their scalp to get merit and join the army one after another, proud of having a Mengyang sword. In particular, the wind and thunder cavalry organized by Emperor Linxi, the whole empire has invested countless money and manpower in this cavalry in the past five years. The wind and thunder cavalry is the sharpest sword in Mengyang. How long can you spend money to make a name in the wind and thunder cavalry?

What kind of fierce soldier should the scout of the wind and thunder rider be? No matter how much money you spend, it doesn't help! The scout seems to be wandering outside the battlefield, but it is the most dangerous thing to do. Although there is no war, the exchange of lives between Mengyang and Fanyang's spy scouts has never stopped, especially the live scouts, who dare not think about the fate.

If you don't have the real ability, being a scout is simply killing yourself and harming others.

After being born and dying again and again, everyone slowly went from accepting to seeing this ferocious young man, and then to following him with determination.

The descendants of the Ye family are full of talents. How can there be mediocrity? Moreover, the Ye family has ancestral teachings. The boy must join the army after the age of 18. Whether he lives or dies depends on his own creation, and there is no such a shortcut to take a smooth path by relying on his surname.

"If the young general has no scar on his face, he may be a big brother who has fascinated countless women!" A scout with a scar on his face said. He touched the scar on his face and smiled, "But we are soldiers, and it's a shame to have no scar on our bodies. That's a bastard who hides behind and dares not show his head. The scar is on the face, and others know that he is a man at a glance. Don't be like the two toad. In those years, he was hit by a poison arrow in the buttocks and a large piece of meat. This scar is bigger than the scar of the bowl that fell off his head, but no one can watch it. Every time he compares with other corps with the scars, the two toad can't wait to fade his trousers and buttocks on his face to show his scar. Hahaha..."

Laughter.

The second toad is a thin man's nickname. The person's most conspicuous thing is the swollen eye bubbles and heavy chin, especially when he is angry, his cheeks bulging, like a toad. When he was damaged, the two toad's cheeks were bulging and said a whip according to the buttocks of the war horse that damaged him. The war horse was shocked and jumped forward. The owner fell off the horse's back in panic, ate a mouthful of sand, and laughed again.

Ye Xinghan's eyes darkened, trembling and reaching out his hand to stroke the ferocious scars on his face, and his eyes were dull and stunned. He held the whip tightly, his nails were buckled into the meat, and his lips slowly twisted into a sneer.

Night Xingchen, Ye Yuanhong, you'd better live a good life for me. No matter where you are, no matter how you are, even if you are like a dog, you have to live for me, pay off debts, and avenge. It's natural!

"Go back and report the enemy to the general. When the wind and thunder come, it will be the day to kill Fanyang. At that time, all of our brothers can capt several young women of Fanyang and strip her naked on horseback!" The night star said coldly and arrogantly, turning the horse's head and galloping towards the border town first. Several scolders were bloody and hot, roaring and following the dust.