The news of the royal postman fighting at the tiger's mouth and killing more than 3,000 Tatar cavalry in the formation was returned. The central army's tent was silent, but the military camp was in full swing.

What soldiers value most is strength. The royal postmen made everyone look at each other with admiration. Even Ma Gui, who had conflicts, expressed his kindness.

The postmen felt the first time, what respect is. No one dared to shout and drink at them anymore, and finally could stand up straight and look at others.

However, the matter of how to repay the imperial postmen was worried that Wei Xuezeng would not be punished by military merits, which made him very embarrassed.

If I encountered such a thing in the past, the rest would understand that they would take great power for themselves like a shark smelling blood.

But can the royal postmen be the same? That is the emperor's personal army. If anyone is greedy for their contributions, Comrade Xiao Zhu will be the first to know.

But it is not okay to refuse to report it. This matter is known to everyone in the military camp, and it is not okay to conceal it or not report it.

What Wei Xue never expected was that Ye Mengxiong did not make things difficult for this matter. Instead, he agreed to count the credit on Comrade Xiao Zhu. With the approval of the military supervisor, the news of the great victory of Tigerkou was sent out.

In the next few days, the military camp seemed to be particularly busy. The central army tent was discussing matters every day, and many teams were preparing for the battle.

Li Fan and the postmen were like they were forgotten, and no one informed them of anything, and the postmen had never even left their own station.

Li Fan was also happy to be idle and directed the postmen to start their daily training every day. Especially when the first trolley ball game was held, the shouts were so loud that Wei Xue once thought that the rebels came to intercept the camp, and almost made a joke.

However, the novel and fierce confrontation of the postmen attracted the soldiers in the camp.

Whenever the shouts of killing sounded, the station would be filled with onlookers. They would shout and cheer.

Many generals who led the troops thought that it was not a big deal to continue like this. So Zhaomao Huahu began to learn from the postmen to organize a slime ball competition. The intensity was comparable to that of the postmen, but the casualties were much more tragic.

Without the protection of the postmen's half-body armor, it was common to be injured. A few guys who were angry even seriously injured their opponents, almost killing them.

In desperation, they had to add various restrictions to the game, such as: not being allowed to attack the opponent's key points, not being allowed to hit all the best, etc.

In this way, the competition seems extremely dull, and compared with the postmen, the difference is not a little bit worse.

What made the other soldiers in the barracks even more depressed was that the postmen ate white rice, white flour and the piece of meat on the bowl were even more drooling.

The few people led by Li Rusong were even worse. Whenever they were having dinner, they would squat at the door with a big bowl, and they would deliberately complain loudly that the meat was too thin and not delicious.

This made the soldiers in the military camp unable to bear it. Every day, people complained that the food was too poor. The generals and officials who led the team were even more dissatisfied. They found Wei Xue many times and asked for the same food.

What could Wei Xuezhe have done? He was helpless! The food of the postmen was brought by themselves, and the meat was also horse meat that died in battle with tigers.

The postmen are royal soldiers again, so he can't snatch other people's things and divide them up!

...

Early in the morning of the fifth day of the camp, someone came to inform Li Fan to go to the Central Army to discuss matters. Li Fan did not delay and went with Sande.

As soon as he walked into the central army tent, Li Fan felt something was wrong. The eyes of the generals around him fell on him, especially Ye Mengxiong's hypocritical smile, which made Li Fan more vigilant.

After a brief greeting, Wei Xuezhe said, "I'm going to be the boss! I wonder if the postmen have been living in the military camp these few days?"

Hum? Li Fan immediately became vigilant. He showed his composure for nothing, either a traitor or a thief.

He immediately said, "Thank you for your concern to the Governor. The postmen can eat and sleep, and everything is still fine.

The lower-ranking official was about to say goodbye to the Governor. He left the capital for many days and had accumulated a lot of things. Please forgive me!"

Li Fan didn't give the other party a chance to speak at all, and he would have a chance to escape. No matter what the other party had conspiracy, they would have no choice but to leave the camp.

"..., cough cough..." Wei Xue Zeng was choked by Li Fan, and the words he was about to say were stuffed in his throat, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

Ye Mengxiong was anxious. If Li Fan was allowed to leave, how could he complete the task?

He said first: "Chengfenglang! The important military camp is not something you can come when you want, or leave when you want!

As the saying goes: Those who are capable work harder!

Ningxia City is deep and our army has failed to attack many times. Since the postman can defeat the many with less than a tiger's mouth, it will be easy to capture Ningxia City!

The important task of siege is to Chengfenglang and the postmen! This is the trust of the Governor and my official, so don’t let it down!”

After hearing this, Li Fan frowned. Ye Mengxiong was indeed not kind-hearted. Ningxia City, which could not be defeated by more than 100,000 people, let less than a thousand of their postmen attack the city. What is the difference between sending death?

He said loudly: "Mr. Ye! The postman is your majesty's royal army. Your majesty just asked us to send military funds to the camp, as for siege!

That's all the work of all the great masters. How dare the royal postmen interfere in the affairs?"

Li Fan's refusal made Ye Mengxiong's face cold. He stared at Li Fan with fierce eyes and said word by word: "Entertainment Lang! I have not discussed with you. This is a military order! I disobey the military order, and I don't need to ask for an order. I just need a sword to kill you!"

Ye Mengxiong's words made the others in the tent look gloomy. They had no good feelings for Li Fan or disgust. Forced the postmen like this, which made them feel sad.

They all looked at Li Fan with a pity, regretting the postman who had a great victory at the tiger's mouth.

Everyone knows that siege is a big pit. It is just a gamble with human lives, betting on the chance to break the city.

A thousand people want to conquer Ningxia. Unless everyone is cast with copper and iron, it is going to die.

Li Fan looked at Ye Mengxiong without any concession and said firmly: "The Royal Postman is Your Majesty's personal army. Anyone who is arbitrarily mobilized is equivalent to treason!"

"Hiss..." A sound of gasping sounded in the tent. The crime of treason was too high, and no one present could resist it.

Ye Mengxiong's eyes turned cold, and he looked at Li Fan with a gloomy face. After a long time, a few words were squeezed out from his teeth: "Li Fan! Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

At this moment, Li Fan's stubborn temper also came up. The knife was already on his neck, and he had no room to retreat.

"Unless there is your Majesty's imperial edict, it will be difficult for Li Fan to obey his orders!"
Chapter completed!