Dandere General and his Lord

Mo Qiaosheng looked at Cheng Qianye's gently opening and closing mouth. The words of the lord seemed to be far away from the sky, but also in front of him. For the first time, he couldn't hear what the lord said.

"Do you know what you mean to me?"

Since the last time, I have been busy until now, and have not had the opportunity to get close for a moment.

Cheng Qianye looked at the sapphire that bloomed in front of the chūn flower, and couldn't hold back his thoughts. He lifted Mo Qiaosheng's collar and pressed him on the table.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the face that was getting closer and closer, and lost the ability to breathe for a moment, and the whole person was on the verge of suffocation.

But the lord was so extreme that he refused to sentence him to death, with a wicked smile on his lips, and leaned down little by little.

I might be dying, he closed his eyes.

That soft and moist thing finally touched his lips.

He felt himself shaking slightly.

"Don't cry. Hashimoto."

Mo Qiaosheng heard a sigh.

The man covered his lips and broke into his world. Take him into the abyss of happiness that cannot be extricated.

When they arrived at the station, Yao Tianxiang looked at Mo Qiaosheng, who was flushed and hurried to leave, and leaned over curiously.

"You really ate him in the car?"

"How can it be? I just tasted the sweetness." Cheng Qianye licked his lips, looked at Mo Qiaosheng's back in a hurry, and reminisced.

"Look at how shy he is, he can't take it anymore. Where can I go."

Yao Tianxiang rolled her eyes at her: "I don't think you dare, but I understand that you are just a paper tiger, not as good as me."

"Nonsense, I'm your husband, do you still have rules?"

At the camping station in the city, the low-ranking soldiers lived in groups of ten, living in simple thatched houses built with soil embryos.

The soil embryo in the room, which is slightly higher than the ground, is covered with thick straw, which is the big bed for the soldiers to sleep.

Yang Luhou sat on the edge of the shop, holding a bowl of rough corn and rice, and shoved it.

"There is a roof for sleeping, three meals are taken care of, and every day when the sun goes down, I rest without being beaten, tsk tsk, life is beautiful."

"What kind of beauty are you? Look at Brother Sheng, when the battle is over, you have land, a big house, marry a beautiful woman, put yourself on the kang at home, and have a few big fat boys, that's a beauty. "

"By the way, Brother Sheng, you are crowded here with your brothers. You have now worshipped a second-ranked title and made a centurion. I heard that the centurion has his own single room, there are rooms in it, and there are also I have a soft quilt, I get two more white buns every day, and sometimes there is meat?"

Several low-ranking clerks in the house looked at Brother Sheng who was lying on the bunk with his legs crossed in confusion.

"Want to eat meat?" Brother Sheng held a straw in his mouth and looked at the ceiling above his head, "Tomorrow, we will start training new troops. Ten people are one team, and one hundred people are one team. They must be tested regularly. I am now a centurion, You are my brothers, whoever can fight for me when the time comes, I will reward whomever I have."

Several of the scholars who had just been promoted from slaves swallowed their saliva when they heard the words.

"That's necessary. We all listen to you. We will do whatever Brother Sheng calls it." Yang Luhou expressed his loyalty in a hurry.

On the second day, the sky was bright.

Yang Sheng was shirtless, fetched water from the well and flushed his face, and came to the school grounds early.

In the cold morning mist, he saw a black figure moving up and down on the school grounds.

The man heard footsteps, stopped the gun, turned around,

Yang Sheng recognized this person as Mo Qiaosheng, who had beheaded several enemy soldiers in the first battle and worshipped the fourth-rank nobleman in one fell swoop.

This man and himself were both slaves, but he became famous in one battle. Be the boss of your immediate boss.

Yang Sheng knelt down and gave a military salute: "Yang Sheng is a humble post, the post of the centurion, and I have seen the captain of the school."

Mo Qiaosheng nodded: "It's very early."

Yang Sheng raised his head and opened his mouth: "The villain is a rough man, and he has always admired the general's reputation. There is still some time today. I wonder if the general can take the time to call the villain one or two?"

Mo Qiaosheng glanced at Yang Sheng and pointed to the weapon rack, "Pick up a weapon."

He knew that this man did not accept him in his heart.

For those who are not convinced, Mo Qiaosheng has no other way.

If you don't accept it, fight until you accept it.

The sky was getting brighter, and there were more and more people on the school grounds.

Yang Luhou came to the school grounds and saw people surrounded by three floors and three floors in the middle of the school grounds.

He squeezed into the crowd and looked inward.

I saw two fierce generals in the field, fighting inextricably.

One person was dressed in black, and he used an iron spear. The sharp point of the spear, like a silver snake spitting a letter, shone a cold light all over the sky.

One person was bare-chested and danced with a hundred-trained steel sword.

Tigers fight eagle dragons, eagles fight pythons.

How did everyone see such a fierce fight, and they cheered for a while.

"Oh, Brother Sheng!"

Yang Luhou became excited when he saw that Brother Sheng was comparing himself with others again.

In his impression, Brother Sheng never lost a fight, and the slaves in their area were all scared by Brother Sheng.

But this time, it was beyond his expectations.

Yang Luhou didn't wait for the cheers.

Brother Sheng has been defeated, he jumped out of the circle

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With one hand on the ground, the sweat on his head dripped into the red soil on the ground, panting: "I admit defeat."

Mo Qiaosheng put away his gun, bent down and stretched out his hand to support him: "You are very good, and you will be more than a centurion in the future."

The author has something to say: Mo Qiaosheng: Yao Tianxiang, you are not allowed to teach my lord bad.

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Mo Qiaosheng: Q-Q

Chapter 51

This is a medium-sized school ground, just enough to accommodate 5,000 soldiers for training.

The entire site is leveled with soil, and there are fences, horses, antlers and sentries on the periphery. There are facilities such as Jiangtai, golden drums, command flags, and arsenals inside.

On the left and right are large areas of simple soil embryo thatched houses, and some tents temporarily built due to the sudden increase of a large number of recruits for the garrison to rest.

Mo Qiaosheng led his team to kill several enemy generals in the last counterattack against Quanrong. The centenary team he led had more than one hundred enemy heads. Not only did everyone in his team worship the Duke, but his title also advanced from the third-level "hairpin" to the "not change" with the qualification to lead the army. .

When the new army was first established, there was an extreme lack of generals to lead the army. Coupled with the little preference of the lord, Mo Qiaosheng was very fortunate to be sealed off as a captain, and he was in command of the 5,000 soldiers on the campus.

At this moment, he was standing on the high platform, looking at the crowd of soldiers in front of him.

Most of these soldiers were from slaves, and because there was no time to make their clothes, some wore the military uniforms of the Jin army, some wore armor that was broken off from the enemy's corpse, and some were bare-chested.

Only some of the thousands of households, hundreds of husbands, and even some military personnel, such as military personnel, were recruited from the old army to help guide the newcomers.

Each of these soldiers has a different mental state, and most of them are emaciated and hunched because of long-term malnutrition and overwork.

When not fighting, when there is no military merit to be claimed, he will look like he is not in a good mood, and his acquaintances will be huddled together in groups of three or five, whispering privately from time to time.

There are also some people with excitement in their eyes, revealing an eagerness to try. These people were either holding straws in their mouths, or crossed their hands in front of their chests, and looked at Mo Qiaosheng on the stage with more or less unconvincing rebelliousness.

For them, maybe it was just luck that the slave could become a colonel, and they had a chance to replace him.

Mo Qiaosheng had previously served as a centurion in a group of slaves, but he had not yet mastered such a large number of soldiers.

He didn't feel intimidated, on the contrary, the challenge gave him a sense of excitement. For him, this is his first real army.

Training them is to make these soldiers better survive on the battlefield. In order to allow them to follow their own way to make achievements and even make a prince.

Instead of the past, they can only exist as pào ashes. No matter how rigorously he trained his slave soldiers, after a battle, most of the hundreds of brothers were killed or injured without exception.

"Ten people form a column, a hundred people form a group, and a thousand people form a group. They are divided into A, B, C, D, and V." Mo Qiaosheng spoke loudly, suppressing the noisy voices on the school grounds.

"Team C is in the middle, and the rest are arranged on both sides in order. Thousands and centurions will go after orders."

His voice was not particularly serious, nor did he roar deliberately. I just uploaded it on the school grounds in a cool and cold way.

The five thousand commanders agreed casually, took the command flag unhurriedly, and dispatched their troops.