The sudden question surprised Yan Yang... Looking at him quietly, he saw a black figure standing there quietly in the dark gap between the two tents, motionless. At first glance, it seemed as if it was completely integrated into the darkness. If it were not for closer inspection, it would be difficult to find his existence. He was like a shadow, always hiding in the darkness where there was no light. He was more like a ghost, appearing in any world.

fall.

Yan Kuang's eyes widened. If this person hadn't spoken fluent Chinese, she knew that there must be a reason, and she might have screamed on the spot.

Covering his mouth tightly, Yan Yang's clear eyes stared at the figure, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"May I ask, is Mrs. Yan Yang?"

The figure in the dark waited for a long time and had not received her answer, so he had to speak out again.

Yan Yang had calmed down at this time. She looked around first, and after confirming that there was no magical intention of the soldiers in the patrol, she whispered: "Who are you?"

She did not answer the person's question directly. Everyone in Mochuo camp knew that she was Yan Yang, a woman that Khan had always coveted but had never been in the way. When this person asked this question, it was obvious that he was not a person in the camp. Yan Yang was increasingly surprised and suspicious. At the same time, she also felt a vague excitement. Her dim life may have a big turn from tonight.

Yan Yang took a small step towards the shadow carefully, and her expression was still full of alert.

"You are not a person in the camp, who are you?"

It seemed as if to eliminate Yan Yang's vigilance. The man looked like a light raccoon cat, quietly took a step back to the darkness, and spread his hands to show that he had no malice, and then said softly:

"If the wife is really a villain Yan Yang, you want to tell her about her if she has something to do, please don't be excited." The man came on order and had no ill intentions towards her."

Yan Yang nodded hesitantly.

Seeing that Yan Yang did not react violently, the man continued, "Did the wife be kidnapped by the Turks five years ago? Did your husband die in the battlefield? You had a daughter at that time. He was twelve years old and was named Xiaolu, right?"

Yan Yang was shocked, her eyes full of surprise and disbelief. She hurriedly covered her mouth tightly, afraid that she would accidentally exclaim, but her eyes were quickly filled with tears.

Her husband has died in battle and lost the news has always been the biggest concern in her heart, and even the only reason why she is still living in these things.

The person in front of me who was in the darkness could understand her details so clearly and speak fluent Chinese. Could it be,

Suppressing his excitement, Yan Yang's lips were light and his voice was trembling a little, and he asked softly: "I am Yan Yang. Could it be that the hero knows the whereabouts of my daughter Xiaolu?"

The man respectfully clasped his fists at Yan Yang and said, "I dare not hide it from the wife, the villain is here to tell her that your daughter, Miss Little Green, has whereabouts,"

Yan Yang couldn't help but shake when she heard this, and almost softened to the ground. Her tears could no longer be controlled. She flowed down like a river, slid down her cheeks along her beautiful face.

"I see you so pitifully, I see you so pitifully." She covered her mouth, letting her tears turn into a river, muttering softly: Xiaolu, my daughter

"Where is this hero Xiaolu now? Is she doing well?" Yan Yang took no care of his guard and took a step forward with great affection. His beautiful big eyes stared at the figure in the dark, as if a drowning man was ecstatic when he saw a drifting wood.

Although he could not see the face of the man in the dark, Yan Yang could still clearly feel the kindness of the man.

"Madam, please rest assured that the little green girl is living a good life now. She is not far from her husband now, just in the Huachao Northern Expedition Army camp in Tashan."

Yan Yang was stunned, "She is a woman. How could she be in the Northern Expedition Army camp?"

"Mrs. Little Green is now married and is now in the camp, but to serve her husband."

Yan Yang was both happy and sad, and his heart was mixed: "She, is she married? Who did she marry? How good is her husband to her?"

"Mrs. Be kind to the husband of Little Green Girl Naihua, Marshal Fang of the Northern Expedition Army. Marshal Fang treats her very well, treats her like a treasure, holds her in her palm to care for her, and she lives a happy life."

Yan Yang was surprised: "Master Fang? Fang Zheng? Ah! That is a famous figure in Hua Chao! How could a woman in Lu Yijie marry him?"

In the darkness, the man's tone was a little smile: "Mrs. The lady was kidnapped by the Turks. The little green girl stayed in the village. Later, Mr. Fang, the father of Marshal Fang, passed by the village and rescued Miss Green. After knowing that she was a loyal and kind person, she intended to accept her as her adopted daughter. However, the little green girl insisted on not following her. In order to repay Mr. Fang for his life, she was willing to be a slave and a maid in the Fang family. Mr. Fang had no choice but to ask her to take care of the only young master of the Fang family. This." After falling in love over time, she got married with Mr. Fang, the Marshal of the Northern Expedition Army.

Yan Yang listened quietly to him telling his experiences after his daughter was separated from her. While listening, he was filled with joy and joy, and tears could not stop her. Parents cannot see their own flesh and blood. First, they can share their daughter's growth and pursuit of her. They cannot give her a wedding dress for her in the past year. They can only break the mouths of outsiders, and only know how sad and distressing the daughter's experience in the past few years is.

How much suffering has she suffered over the years? Her poor daughter, she was only twelve years old that year! A twelve-year-old child was still acting coquettishly in her parents' arms, but she endured the pain of her father's death and mother's separation, silently working as a slave and a servant in other people's houses. How did she survive such suffering?

Yan Yang's tears were as smooth as rain. He felt an invisible hand holding her heart hard, and she was so painful that she could hardly speak.

In the darkness, the figure slowly told Xiao Lu's current situation, and his tone seemed to be filled with sighs.

"Mrs. Little Green's recent situation in recent years is that these villains just came by orders. There are inevitably some omissions. For the specific situation, after the wife returned to Huachao and reunite with Little Green's girl, she could ask her in person.

Yan Yang's body trembled after hearing this. She raised her tear-stained temples and asked anxiously: "Back to Huachao? Reunite with Xiaolu? Do you want it?

The man smiled slightly and said, "Madam is right. The villain came here with another purpose, which is to help the wife escape from the Turkic camp. He escort the wife to the Tashan camp to reunite with your sister and daughter."

Yan Yang exclaimed in surprise, covered her face hard, and murmured with tears: "I, can I finally leave? Five years. Five years

Five years may not be a big deal in human life, but in a mother who is trapped in Tugu and misses her daughter day and night, these five years have been as long as a hundred years. She has had enough of the endless torture and fear of five years. Today, she finally ushered in a ray of dawn in her life.

Soon, the surprise on her face faded away, and she turned into a panic: "This hero, how can you help me escape from the Turkic camp? Here is a very tight guard. Tens of thousands of troops are in this camp, and I can only move near Mochu's tent. I am not allowed to be too far away from the tent. If I want to escape from this camp, it is not easy.

The figure in the dark seemed to smile indifferently: "Madam, don't worry, this time Marshal Fang issued a general order, and it is necessary to rescue the wife. For the sake of the wife, the Marshal sent out more than 300 shadows under his command. He is now lurking outside the camp, waiting for the opportunity to rescue him.

Mochuo's side had a strict guard. It was unlikely to assassinate him, but if he wanted to save a woman who had not completely lost her freedom, as long as she was willing to cooperate with her, it would not be too difficult. Shadow has carried out countless difficult tasks, and this rescue is completely feasible for them.

"Marson Fang was so motivated by me, Yan Yang bit her lower lip. Her eyes began to wet again, and I couldn't help but be deeply moved by the son-in-law she had not met yet for what she had done.

"Madam, now is not the best time to rescue Mrs. We will rescue Mrs. within these days as soon as possible. However, before rescuing Mrs. Fang, Marshal Fang, wanted to ask his wife to help him in Mochu's camp."

"What can I do?" Yan Yang asked hurriedly. Of course, she was completely willing to do something for her son-in-law.

"The villain has a handwritten letter from the marshal to his wife. What kind of help the marshal wants to ask the wife for help? All have been written in the letter, please ask the wife to take a look."

After saying that, the man respectfully handed over a letter, Yan Yang hurriedly took it, tearing off the fire paint on it, pulled out the snow-white letter paper, and looked at it with the faint torch light outside the camp. At first sight, her expression quickly rose to a little shame and annoyed, and her snow-white pretty face suddenly turned red.

"What kind of person are you, Marshal?" Yan Yang suppressed the urge to tear the letters apart, bit his lower lip and stared at the human in the dark.

"Hmm? What does this mean by Madam?

Yan Yang threw the letter at him in shame, as if he threw a piece of red charcoal: "Look at it yourself!"

The man was curious to take it, and saw the marshal's unique and crooked handwriting on the snow-white letter paper. The first sentence at the beginning reads: "Mother-in-law, I miss you! I miss you so much! Although we have never met, I still miss you.

"Cough cough" Don't blame me, this. "It's the marshal's typo, well, it must be a typo."

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Mochu ordered to march.

Khan set up a military service. Within one day, the camp advanced more than a hundred miles towards Tashan. The 80,000 troops were only dozens of miles away from Tashan camp. He acted as a decisive battle. The soldiers under his command sharpened their swords. The vast grassland suddenly fell into a suffocating murderous intent. The war horses neighed. The swords were unsheathed, and the heaven and earth were terrified and moved.

The Northern Expedition Marshal Fang Zheng was not willing to be outdone, and he advanced twenty miles westward to the north. Both sides set up camp on the Yu River, preparing for their own troops and tens of miles away. They began to enter a confrontation state.

The grassland shakes, the world shakes.

The situation of the war came to the rear, and both civilians and officials of the court understood that the time for the decisive battle has come, and the time for determining the life and death of the two nations has come.

.From the confrontation, both sides sent small cavalrymen to tell each other that they were tentative attacks, and both sides suffered casualties.

In the tent of the Northern Expedition Army, Wen Sen was reporting to Fang Zheng.

"Marson, your mother-in-law has been found by her subordinates and has contacted her. Shadow is trying to rescue her. As for what you want to ask her for help, she also agreed. This may be a bit difficult for her, but she is willing to give it all the best she can.

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "When she helps me finish this matter, you must rescue her as soon as possible and don't let her be injured.

Wensen hurriedly responded respectfully.

Fang Zheng sighed softly. While the Northern Expedition Mochu was still mourning, he did not forget that he was also carrying the hidden old task of saving his mother-in-law. Now that he has contacted his mother-in-law, the matter is half successful. Xiaolu and the mother-in-law are just around the corner.

"Uh, Marshal, you asked the mother-in-law to help you, isn't that a little bit

"Despicable, right?" Fang Zheng continued with a smile: "So what about despicable? I'm despicable. When did you see me noble? The ancients said: War is a trick, that is, fighting is a matter of being more despicable than the enemy and our generals, and who is despicable will win. The truth is that it is true that the enemy and us will be more despicable.

"Ah? Can you explain this when you see this?" Wensen was shocked and then looked admired: "The Marshal is mighty! His literary achievements are good, and his talents are of the age."

Fang Zheng was so happy that he was photographed that he waved his hands modestly and said, "I've passed, I'll leave a few gorgeous words. If you take a good photo at night, I'll just treat it as a midnight snack."

"Marson, Moji Company has set aside its camp and headed north today. His 50,000 Turkic soldiers were out of the camp in four groups and began to attack some weak tribes that surrendered to Mojiu. It is said that they have gained a lot."

Fang Zheng's face collapsed and he cursed hatefully: "Mochuo didn't dare to mess with that old guy who controlled the cheap. So he left it to us, but he easily grabbed the territory everywhere and regarded me as an idiot. He didn't think about when I was taken advantage of? Is my advantage so easy to take advantage?"

"Marson, I have been with you for several years. After all, I am your confidant. Can you tell me what you are planning to the Turkic National Master?" Wensen begged with a bitter face.

He couldn't figure it out. With Marshal Fang, a playboy who could not stand the benefits of others, he had already been furious, but now Mojilian was shocked to grab territory outside. However, Marshal Fang, who should have been furious, had a simple reaction, and at most he only cursed a few swear words in the coach's tent. Fang Zheng's attitude really puzzled Wen Sen.

Not only was he confused, but even the generals of the Northern Expedition Army were all confused. We fought with Mochu in front of us, but the territory and tribe were occupied by Mochu. The marshal did not fight for anything that should have been fought for, and allowed Mochu to snatch the fruits at will. If this continues, even if Mochu is destroyed, Mochu will gradually become stronger. What is the significance of this Northern Expedition?

Hearing Wen Senxiang's question, Fang Zheng still didn't answer, but just smiled and said, "Let him take advantage. In a few days, I will spit out all the things I eat into his stomach, and I have already set up a bunch of all the Turks. Whether it is Mochu or the National Master, they will be over, the grassland. Sooner or later, it will be our Huachao.

Fang Zheng, who had never been serious, had a rare terrible light flashed in his eyes at this moment. He stretched out his hand and pointed on the map spread out in front of him. His fingers kept going westward, towards the west, and finally stopped by the Yu River, in the middle of the two armies confronting each other. Then his hand gently drew a circle at that position, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Sen suddenly shuddered when he saw Fang Zheng's smile. The Marshal was indeed the Marshal, and his strategic intentions were not something that his little subordinate could understand.

Wensen looked at Fang Zheng with admiration. At this moment, he suddenly felt that Fang Zheng's image was infinitely raised in his heart, becoming as deep as the sea,

Fang Zheng bets on the map, his face was filled with solemn expression, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about the situation of the war, and to obtain the way to win the war.

"Wenson, come and see this map." Fang Zheng stared at the map and said in a deep voice.

Wen Sen was furious and hurriedly looked at the map. He saw Fang Zheng's fingers constantly drawing circles at the current camping position of Mochu.

Wensen was puzzled and asked in confusion: "Marson, here is Mochuo Camp." Is there anything wrong with it?"

"Of course it's not right, it's not right!" Fang Zheng looked serious and stared at the map without a moment. He said with a stern expression: So, I'm solving it

"Solution? Well, the marshal is indeed unfathomable. This" is just a map, how do you solve it?"

Fang Zheng said supremely: "Didn't you see my actions?"

"I saw you, you are lying on the painting." The marshal was very profound at this moment, and Wensen couldn't help but feel respect.

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "That's right. I'm drawing circles of curses and sips silently."

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Chapter completed!