Chapter 30 Infiltrating the Enemy Army
Linghu Xian's spirit to stabilize the mind to continue to rush; soon, she crossed a grassland following the original plan, found the DingLing tribe's sphere of influence, and logically patrolled the guards captured and brought to the DingLing vanguard army camp.
The DingLing tribe will camp in a lake. In early winter, the lake's surface has begun to have the phenomenon of ice, but the more profound feeling of the lake is still sparkling, reflecting the dazzling light. Sunset, a group of geese flying south in the sky, a few women cleaning cooking utensils by the lake, not far away from the herd of cattle and sheep, ponies cheerfully in the meadow chasing and rolling to their heart's content, a peaceful scene.
If there is no war, no matter which nationality of the people are hard-working and sound, they also desire peace and stability. However, because of the selfish desires of those in power, they have to attack and plunder other people, which not only harms others but also makes their people displaced.
Linghu Xian was brought into the camp, and as soon as he stepped into it, there was a different atmosphere. This camp is not very big. A rough estimate is only three to four thousand people. From a distance, one can see a flagpole erected in the center of the camp, on which hangs the war flag of the leader of the Dingling tribe, and on the war, flag is painted the Dingling tribe's totem - the crow. Linghu Xian noticed that the flagpole also hung many heads; blood flowing down the flagpole over the years had been dyed black and red. The owner of these heads is a prisoner, or an enemy is unknown, but this bloody cruelty makes the heart of Linghu Xian chills really can not bear to look at.
In the camp, weapons and chariots were arranged in an orderly manner, and there were also many Dingling warriors practicing wrestling and swordsmanship together. The Dingling people are shorter than the Chinese people, but they are solid and sturdy; their character is like the wild horses on the grassland; they are short-tempered, but they follow orders, and they are brave and good at fighting. I fear this is the real weapon of the Dingling Clan's invincibility in the north all these years. Dingling army is a smooth and fierce sharp knife, which may be stuck in the heart of each city in the north at any time, so the leaders of different clans must be careful and watch out for them, and it is hard for them to sleep.
When Linghu Xian was captured, she pretended to be a dull and silly little mute. She refused to let go of the little lamb in her hand, so Dingling 's guards took her and the sheep back to the camp. Walked all the way, Linghu Xian silently observing the surrounding situation; not long after, she was guards pushed and shoved into a vast felt room; the guards said a few phrases of DingLing language on the retreat, leaving Linghu Xian alone, holding the little lamb stood in the supposed room. Linghu Xian uses the five senses of the body of the body of spirit beads, and there is no difference. Fortunately, there is no demon here; that is to say, Linghu Xian, in front of this, sitting in the shadows of the high place, is a person.
"Who are you?" The person asked slowly and calmly.
Linghu Xian could not see the appearance of the questioner, could only very strongly feel a pair of eyes like eagles, gaze cold and fierce heavy fall on their own body. Linghu Xian was uncomfortable by this look, but to play the role of the demented little mute, she could only pretend not to hear, holding the little lamb curled up on the ground, shivering.
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"What? Can't you speak, or don't you want to?" The man stood up from the throne and walked closer to Linghu Xian. As the light gradually brightened, a rather handsome face slowly appeared. It looks like this man is just twenty years old; his facial contours are angular, his features are delicate, and his eyebrows are long and thin; he has a beard on his chin, and his rough beard is organized cleanly and neatly, and he wears onyx gemstones on it for decoration.
Linghu Xian thought this was probably the commander of the advance troops of the Dingling tribe's Grand Prince Tuoba Cheng. Linghu Xian was silent and pretended to look at the man in shock.
Tuoba Cheng paced slowly, circling Linghu Xian while scrutinizing him, surprisingly looking at him for half an incense stick of time, then slowly opened his mouth and calmly said, "Since you want to be mute, then I can only look for the answer myself." Words, after he was rude and brutal, will be Linghu Xian's arms, a lamb snatched and thrown to the ground, and then three times on the clothes of Linghu Xian stripped naked.
"Oh, so it's a little girl. A little girl comes out to herd sheep and pretends to be like a boy. Haha, interesting."
Linghu Xian didn't expect this person to be so brutal, not even a greeting directly pickpocketing people's clothes! Linghu Xian thought that since we have to pretend to, in the end, let him feel that he is harmless, saving his life is essential. Linghu Xian squatted on the ground and grabbed the pieces of clothing to cover the body, shivering and shedding tears.
Tuoba Cheng squatted on the ground, looking at her with a cloudy gaze, and said, "I have no interest in the plains dogs of the Zhongming country; since your body is clean, I will keep you for a night first tomorrow ..." He violently grabbed Linghu Xian's hair and forced her to look at the flagpole that stood outside the flagpole. "Then there will be a place for your head to add a new decoration to my totem pole. And your body will be offered to the greatest sorceress of my Dinero to be her food." He shouted externally, and two soldiers dragged Linghu Xian away and locked him inside a sheep pen.
Linghu Xian understood what was happening with the human head hanging from that flagpole. She felt a wave of nausea in her stomach, but what was more important now was to deliver the information. She tightly grasped the few remaining clothes to shelter from the cold. The sky was getting dark and chilly, so she drilled into the sheep inside; on the one hand, she was warming up; on the other hand, she was doing a covert blowing of the peach kernel whistle and reported what she had seen and heard to Ouyang Zhong one by one.
According to the information given by Black Wolf before, Dingling Clan's Grand Sorcerer Yu Sun and Grand Prince Tuoba Cheng jointly led the advance troops as the commander-in-chief. But why hadn't she been seen? Wasn't she in the military camp right now? Linghu Xian held her breath and pushed her inner strength to feel her surroundings, but she felt nothing. She didn't know if Yu Sun wasn't here or if her own Spirit Bead had consumed too much spiritual energy inside the canyon and needed to be more. She could not discern, so she could only think long and hard.
This journey was harrowing, not to mention the fact that she had hiked up the mountain for a whole day, and in the middle of it, she also encountered a vicious battle with spiders, but just the nerves that she had tightened up after being captured just now had made Linghu Xian feel doubly tired and abnormal. The little sheep around her didn't seem to be afraid of her as a stranger, and they all gathered around to warm her up. Lying down, Linghu Xian unexpectedly, in this crisis in the enemy camp, soundly fell asleep.
In her dream, she seemed to have turned into some animal; she couldn't tell for a moment what it was. She quickly wandered around the camp, looking for something everywhere as if she were foraging for food. With her sensitive sense of smell, she saw a temporary dug hole in the ground at the back of the camp. The hole was covered with thick colored felt, which seemed to hide some secret.
Linghu Xian sniffed with her nose and smelled a disgusting stench, like rotten meat mixed with animal excrement emanating from it. She quietly drilled into the cave; this is a bottomless cave, the ground with a lot of corpses. All of them had no head, and the bodies were wrapped around the wire netting, shriveled-only skeletons with withered skin of people.
The deeper Linghu Xian went, the deeper she went, the deeper she saw that inside were layers and layers of giant spider webs. Sitting in the traps was a massive spider at least two meters high, with dark purple spots on the black body and a few long and thin legs full of spikes. It was such a horrifying and disgusting spider, but it had a human head and a gorgeous face. This was the great sorcerer of the Dingling Clan, the thousand-year-old spider spirit Feather Sun. Feather Sun was currently greedily sucking on her food - it was a Xian human corpse. Feather Sun first used her venom to rot the human body's flesh and blood into liquid before sucking it dry. Yu Sun, who was busy enjoying her meal, didn't notice any other creatures intruding into her spider hole. Linghu Xian took the opportunity to hurry and quietly escape. She woke up just as soon as she got out of the hole.
It turned out that the spider spirit was there ... Linghu Xian hurriedly blew the whistle to inform Ouyang Zhong of the situation in the enemy camp. Then she began to think about how to escape back to Beiwang City.
In the eyes of the general public, Linghu Xian is a shepherdess who does not carry a weapon or a demented little mute. Therefore, after she was thrown into the sheep pen, there were no guards to watch her. In late fall and early winter, the weather on the grassland was cloudy and uncertain, and it started to snow lightly just as the sky was darkening. People gathered around the campfire to eat meat and drink wine. No one had the time to pay attention to the little prisoner locked up in the sheep pen.
Taking advantage of the night, Linghu Xian gently leaped over the sheep pen; during the daytime, she had observed the horse farm by the lake; maybe she could steal a horse and escape. In the past, at the Ouyang mansion, she had fed Ouyang Zhong's Red Flame BMW, so she was pretty familiar with the habits of horses. She approached a black horse that looked relatively gentle and quietly leaned down next to the horse's ear and said, "Please, take me away!" The horse seemed to understand, looked at her, let her climb onto its back, and silently ran away from the camp. This person and horse seemed invisible under the cover of night and drifting snow and escaped smoothly.
After crossing the last hill, the black horse stopped and became a black wolf. Only then did Linghu Xian realize that the original Black Wolf had protected her in secret; Linghu Xian said rather gratefully, "Thanks, Black Wolf, I don't even know how to repay you."
Black Wolf put her down, looked at her disheveled appearance, and blew a breath at her, and Linghu Xian instantly changed into a new outfit. He was momentarily silent and said, "I have reasons for saving you. You don't need to thank me. Just now, you should have already seen the appearance and location of that spider spirit in your dream; I need you to help me catch her together."
"Okay, I will help you. Just what should I do?"
"The sword I gave you is the Divine Sword of the Celestial Clan; if you insert it into the heart of the spider spirit, she will be pinned down for a moment and won't be able to die. I still need to ask her a few more questions."
"The Heavenly Clan? You turned out not to be a demon?"
"When did I ever say I was a demon? I'm a Heavenly God, but the rules of Heaven limit the use of spells in the mortal world too much, so there are many things I need you to do for me."
"Then you know when I call out to you with the peach kernel whistle or pass messages to Ouyang Zhong?"
"No, I can't hear you blowing the whistle. I found you because of your scent. Alright, I'll send you back. Don't let others know of my existence, remember?"
"Okay, copy that."
Linghu Xian was soon sent outside Northwatch City by Black Wolf, and she returned to her tent alone to pay her respects to the Great General, Ouyang Zhong, and the others. Ouyang Zhong was overjoyed to see her return safely. Wei Kongji, on the other hand, looked at her with a lofty expression and asked about the major and minor events along the way. Linghu Xian told her everything except for the Black Wolf; even Tuoba Cheng looked her over, and she had to tell them all. Ouyang Zhong listened to the side of the face of a red burst of green burst, angry teeth itchy, thinking that it must be that Tuoba Cheng's head screwed down to solve the heart of the hate.
On the contrary, after Linghu Xian finished his Report, he arched his hand and saluted, "Great General, can I borrow an ink treasure for a while? I will depict the terrain I saw and the distribution of the enemy's tents." Wei Kongji gladly promised, before underestimating this small child, that it is a talent that can be made. When Linghu Xian finished her drawing, she presented it to Wei Kongji. Her ability to forget everything finally worked. Wei Kongji was very happy and praised Linghu Xian and appointed her to be an officer in the army, following orders in front of the tent. Linghu Xian received the order and thanked her, then returned to her tent to rest.
She had been tired for some days and hadn't been able to take a good rest. She was about to wash up and hurry to sleep, but unexpectedly, Ouyang Zhong flashed into the tent, grabbing her arm and looking at her with shame and annoyance: ''How can you be stripped of your clothes by him? Don't you know how to run?"
"You came in to tell me this? Saving your life was more important at that time, right?"
"Are you still a girl?" Ouyang Zhong realized it was inappropriate to mention that Linghu Xian was a girl and hurriedly lowered his voice to continue, "You don't want to face me, but I still have to take it!"
Linghu Xian heard this self-deprecating smile and said: "Report to the left guard general extra horse harnessed by the side of a team, small, and your status is different; know that can not be compared. What's more, I'm just one of your slave servants, now at most counted as a military engagement; how can I afford your face." After saying this, he withdrew his hand and prepared to fetch water.
Just about to go out, I remembered something, turned back to Ouyang Zhong, made a bow, and said: "Also, please, left guard general, sympathize with subordinates; these days are too tired, need to rest for a moment, a small person will not serve more. In addition, I asked the general to keep the sword on behalf of the villain before returning it; after a few days on the battlefield, I still needed to use it. Thanks a lot!" So she turned around magnificently and left, leaving Ouyang Zhong to stay in place with a gloomy face.
How can Ouyang Zhong not know that she has been working hard these days and, in his stomach, has a lot of concern and worry about what his words want to say to her? How can he open his mouth but change his flavor? Could it be that he is jealous?
When Linghu Xian returned to fetch water, she saw that Ouyang Zhong was still standing in the same place. She lost her temper. She asked herself, "Is this male child starting to play tricks again? It isn't enjoyable!
She took Ouyang Zhong as air, took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and started to wash her face. She took a hand towel, wiped her neck, and soaked her feet. Oops, this foot has come out of the blood blisters, and it's pretty painful. She found a needle on the candle flame prairie a few times and was about to start to pick the blisters when Ouyang Zhong stopped. He took the needle and cupped her foot, gently blowing on it while helping her treat the wound and bandage it with medicine. Then he naturally picked up Linghu Xian and gently placed her on the bed.
Ouyang Zhong's series of actions made Linghu Xian instantly petrified; her hands and feet did not know where to put good, and her brain was also short-circuited at the mercy of Ouyang Zhong until it was put on the bed; she only as a dream woke up and hurriedly grabbed the bedding to cover themselves up. In front of Tuoba, Cheng was stripped of bare clothes. She was not shy; at the moment, she was even shy.
Ouyang Zhong lay beside Linghu Xian, wrapped like a cocoon, and said softly: ''When I knew that you encountered an army of spiders in the canyon, I was terrified. I regretted letting you go to such a dangerous place alone. Just now, when you said in the general's tent that your clothes were stripped naked to check whether you were carrying a weapon or not, I felt bad in my heart and wanted to break Tuoba Cheng's neck to avenge this humiliation for you. I also know that, compared to these dangers and shame, the saddening thing for you is that I married someone else, and I can't take you as my concubine in this life and keep each other for the rest of my life. Who am I to blame you?"
Ouyang Zhong rolled over and encircled Linghu Xian from behind, wanting to hear her say something, but instead, he listened to the sound of even, deep breathing. She had fallen asleep, red-faced in an instant. Ouyang Zhongzhen had the feeling of a heavy punch on a cotton condom, smiled helplessly, re-covered Linghu Xian, and consciously exited her tent.
Linghu Xian had a good night's sleep. In the time afterward, she and Ouyang Zhong drilled together with the army. They were learning the technical essentials of marching and fighting and the strategic tactics of leading troops. The maps that the two of them jointly drew were of great help to Great General Wei Kongji's marching deployment. Linghu Xian and Ouyang Zhong also competed in sword fighting in front of the generals. Of course, Linghu Xian couldn't use his full strength this time; he couldn't let Ouyang Zhong lose face in front of the public, and Ouyang Zhong finally got a superior win.
Since the Hussar General brought a group of people to the small border town under the Beiwang Mountain, the people seemed to see some hope. So, the army and the people were united in making all kinds of preparations to deal with the enemy. The people helped to cook and boil water for the military, wait for the horses, and prepare cotton clothes for the cold; ordinary soldiers made wolf teeth roll, boulder thunderbolts, blades, and arrows according to the arrangement, and one mile outside the city, many people dug a trench with the generals, which was 300 meters long and 2 meters deep.
Speaking of Great General, Wei Kongji was not a straw general; he was less than forty years old, had already been in the military camp for over twenty years, and had followed his father and uncles to drill the sands when he was still a child. This time, with the imminent battle against the Dingling Clan and the assistance of the sorcerer, he naturally did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He and all the vice generals often discuss the strategy until late at night. The other is okay; it is how to deal with the great sorcerer Feisun. If she uses some evil ways, strange doors, hidden armor, and other evil arts, how should they be good?
On this day, Ouyang Zhong, who was preparing to go to the general's tent for a meeting, happened to raise his head to see the spider's web remaining on the tree and suddenly had a flash of insight, and asked Linghu Xian: "If that demon is not a demon, it is merely a big spider. Then what is the spider afraid of?"