Chapter 35 The First Song of the Child Eagle

At night, the moon stars are sparse, fireflies, and the silent shine.

Qilang quietly pulled out Liu Yanzhao's specially customized dagger from his legs, with sharp saw openings on both sides and a slender groove in the middle, which can instantly cause the greatest damage to the opponent.

The cold light flashed from the dagger, hesitated a little, and then put the thorn back. Before leaving, he was ordered to take people's lives when he was ordered to attack, so he could only go up with his bare hands.

Make a few specific sign language to the teammates behind him, which was also invented by Liu Yanzhao. When he first learned, he still felt very unaccustomed to it, but now it is extremely easy to use.

Tonight is a two-month assessment of hard training. In front of you, there are houses in the forest, which are close to you, but there is no sound around. Qilang knows that the rest of the team is also making the same plan as him. They did not act rashly and want to capture the head in one fell swoop.

The thief captures the king first. I often hear Liu Yanzhao mention it, which has long aroused their desire. Everyone is looking forward to kill the enemy on the battlefield. Now that there is an opportunity, naturally they will not miss it.

Avoiding a few dark whistles, and the two figures in front of him flashed. It was the other party's night watchman who waved his hand, and immediately came out two vigorous people behind him and leaned up.

Then there were two 'swhisper~', and the night watchman fell down with a muffled voice. Qilang couldn't help shouting in a low voice. There were two people in the team who were good at shooting. Even if they didn't use arrows, the stone could play an unexpected role, which saved a lot of trouble.

Several waves of soldiers were solved. At this time, the north side had been noticed, the lights immediately lit up, and the noise suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Looking at the house with lights on but no movement in front of him, Qilang knew that the enemy's head was in front of him, and the guards outside the house were attracted to the north, which was a great opportunity.

He captured Kou Shou and relaxed the surging blood in his chest.

But the shouting of killing embarrassed him again. The feeling of the robe can't be ignored. This is the word that the sixth brother often keeps talking, even more than the number of times that the thief captures the king first.

Qi Lang closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and his face kept flashing with a struggle. Finally, he shook his head and asked his deputy to take five people to help the north, while he continued to lurk towards the house with the remaining three people.

Let the two of them guard the window. Qilang took out a bag of smoke from his arms, picked up a stone, clamped the smoke with his hand, passed through the cracks in the bamboo window, and entered the room.

Soon, the cough sounded, and the smoke played a role. With tension in his heart, he kicked open the bamboo door and rushed to the people inside.

But soon Qilang found something wrong. The other party was not affected by the smoke. He fought back and made a fierce move, which made Qilang retreat a few steps and almost failed to stabilize his body.

"Bum-bang~!"

The three team members guarding the window also rushed in, and the four of them attacked the people in the room together, but with just one move, they were beaten and flew out.

"Retired!"

Although he was a little unwilling, Qilang still issued an order to retreat. The other party's martial arts skills were too high, and he would only die in vain.

When Qilang and others were about to leave, the sound of messy footsteps came. In a moment, they were surrounded by a group of people holding torches and slender swords in their hands.

Seeing this situation, Qilang was horrify. Where did the sixth brother find someone and told them not to take people's lives, but according to the situation, these people wanted his life.

But Qilang had no intention to complain. He quickly pulled out the thorn and made a few comparisons to the people around him. The other three also nodded and agreed.

"Okay, stop it!"

A familiar voice sounded, and the people around him collected their weapons one after another and scattered a way. However, they saw Liu Yanzhao come in with a smile, which made Qilang exclaim, "Sixth brother!"

"Seventh brother, you are doing well!"

He patted Liu Yansi on the shoulder. Liu Yanzhao strode forward and bowed to the room, "Dad, the assessment is over."

The person in the house turned out to be his father!

At this time, Qilang was completely shocked.

Later, Liu Jiye, who was really dressed in strong clothes, appeared in front of everyone. The tiger's eyes swept over, nodded slightly, and said something good.

Soon, the noise rose again, and Sanlang and others came over with a little disgrace, "Dad, only twelve people were caught, and the rest of them escaped!"

After saying that, he secretly gave Liu Yanzhao a thumbs-up and learned that the elite of Xue Zang, the sixth brother, was going to take Mo Daowei to assess tonight, and several brothers were interested.

Except for the familiar man, he was afraid that the soldiers under the sixth brother would see through and didn't let him participate. The other brothers brought 200 people to guard one side. Unexpectedly, most of them retreated completely, and the seventh brother was even closer to his father's room. Why didn't they not admire them?

It only took two months to practice such an elite. The sixth brother is really evil.

Liu Yanzhao smiled modestly, but if he knew how Sanlang thought of him in his heart, he would have to spit blood.

And his performance was seen by Liu Jiye, and he couldn't help nodding again. He was not arrogant or impatient. As a result, he really became more and more like a general.

After leaving the rest of the matter to Liu Yanzhao, Liu Jiye took people away. Judging from his look and words, Liu Yanzhao understood that he had completed his task well, at least from the current results.

Half a month later, outside the Yanmen Gate, the sound of horses' hoofs remembered that dozens of people galloped on horseback and raised layers of gray sand.

He wiped the sweat on his face with his hand. Xiao Muchun looked back at his brother behind him, and then laughed loudly. With his smile, the others also laughed.

The thick hand patted the cloth bag on the horse's back and shook the whip, "Go back to the camp to find the instructor for reward!"

Since the last night attack on Mo Daowei, everyone began to believe what Liu Yanzhao once said about the king of soldiers, and they all worked hard to follow him.

Because Qilang's team gained the upper hand last time, the rest of the people were working hard to win the first place in the next task.

Ten days ago, the new test was issued, going outside the customs and killing 50 Khitan soldiers to pass.

The relationship between the Northern Han Dynasty and Khitan is well known to the world. What if killing the Khitan people will attract a large-scale attack from the other party?

When they first heard about this test task, everyone was very surprised. For this question, Liu Yanzhao stretched out and said, "Don't ask me. The test also includes this item. Just do it yourself."

The Khitans are fierce and often live in clusters. Where is this still a task?

However, the ten teams came out of Yanmen Pass in a short time, because after two months of hard training, they believed that they could not complete the task by themselves.

Xiao Muchun was even more determined to win. First, he spent a day looking for a Song army, grabbed the armor, and traveled dozens of miles north. He hid and waited for the opportunity to move. He not only completed the task, but also far exceeded the number of people stipulated by Liu Yanzhao. There were more than 100 ears in the cloth bag on his horse's back, and there was also a centurion. The waist card.

Stepping on the sunset, Xiao Muchun's first team returned to the camp. At this time, they owed ten people on the campus. All of them were unkempt, but they were in good spirits and talked with a smile on their faces.

Soon, Liu Yanzhao appeared with people and took stock of the achievements of each team. In the end, Xiao Muchun won as he wished, and the rest of the people were not angry, because everyone had understood the purpose of this mission.

Running around and raiding, hiding in the enemy, waiting for the opportunity to move, if not moving, it will be like thunder, giving a fatal blow.

These are exactly what Liu Yanzhao wants to give to them.

After cleaning up those miserable ears, Liu Yanzhao sent the stinky men to take a bath, and he walked back to the room and picked up the small hair on the edge of the inkstone.

With the experience of the practice, I will use notes. The bad pen is better than the memory. These days, once Liu Yanzhao has an experience, he will record it. On the one hand, he can ask his father and the old man in the army for his shortcomings, and on the other hand, he can provide some reference for training new teams later.

Put down the pen, and the ink dried with the wind. Liu Yanzhao smiled happily. Maybe many years later, this is not as highly respected as Sun Tzu's Art of War, but at least it will make future generations fall.

And this is also worth it.