Li Yuandong took off the Mongolian's helmet quickly.
"Hiss!"
Under the helmet, in the middle of his bald scalp, there was a small braid that had been burned!
It was a small, thin braid. It was different from the unprofessional braids in television dramas. It was only as thick as a pencil. This was an authentic money mouse tail braid!
There was no need to doubt for even a second that this was not a f * cking Mongolian at all. This was Slave Jian!
No wonder another batch rushed up after the first batch died. It was Slave Jian.
Heavens!
I killed so many Slave Jian?
Zhao Changlong met Li Yuandong's gaze. After a moment of silence, he reached out and patted Li Yuandong's shoulder.
"You did the right thing. At this time, we can't shake the morale of the army.”
The border troops in the Datong area often fought with the Mongols. They won more than they lost. He rarely met Slave Jian, but he would occasionally fight in Liaoxi and Liaodong, but he had lost more than he won in recent years. The border guards at Yanmen Pass had never fought with Slave Jian in real life, but they had heard a lot of news about him.
If these rookies in the relay station suddenly found out that they were facing the legendary ferocious Slave Jian, who knew if their legs would go weak and they would not have the strength to lift the water gun.
Many people lived like this. Those who had never been on the battlefield would not understand. A war was not a simple matter of getting an ace. If they were successful, their morale would soar. If they were defeated, even if they had the advantage in numbers, they would still be defeated.
Zhao Changlong looked around. There was no one else around. He pressed the helmet back on and tightened the rope. He nodded at Li Yuandong.
"Let's take this staff first."
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The sky was completely dark. Slave Jian, who was outside, stopped shooting arrows or trying to rush to the wall. He just rested and watched not too far away.
The archers and horse grooms in the courtyard were all sitting on the ground to rest.
"What fragrance?"
A few horse grooms craned their necks to look around.
" Do you have a dog nose?!"
Zhao Changlong had just delivered two large bags of steamed buns from the courier box. In this killing field with a complicated smell, someone actually smelled it.
Seeing that someone had already noticed, Zhao Chang Long did not bother hiding anymore. He stood on the steps in front of the house and clapped his hands.
"Humans are made of iron, and rice is made of steel. Those two dogs smelled it just now. That's right, we fought a beautiful battle today. Master Immortal rewarded us with white steamed buns.”
When they heard that there were steamed buns, everyone stood up straight.
Upon hearing that there were steamed buns, everyone was no longer sleepy, and their stomachs could not help but rumble. Unknowingly, Zhao Changlong had already established his prestige in the relay station. Now that there was still good food, he had to follow them even more closely. Who would go against their stomachs?
"Come, shout after me. Master Xin Xian, be safe!”
"Lord Xin Xian, be safe!"
This time, the shouts below were much louder and more orderly.
"Lord Xin Xian, be safe!"
The shouts became louder, and even the two sentries on the wall were restless.
Zhao Changlong pointed at the smaller wooden barrel.
"The three of you, take two each from here. Bring two to those on the wall. The others lined up at the back and came one by one.”
Opening the wooden bucket, the few of them immediately took four from each of them.
"Yo, it's Steamed Bun!"
The first three people to get it realized that it was not a steamed bun in their hands, but a steamed bun.
"Yes, you leaders and those on the wall have worked hard. We have two meat buns each. If it's not enough, we'll get more buns later. Hurry up and finish it, then continue to stare."
Hearing the word meat buns, the other people in the queue were tempted.
Zhao Chang Long opened the wooden bucket behind him, and a bucket full of steaming steamed buns appeared in front of everyone.
"Line up and come one by one. Each person will get two.”
Zhao Changlong had taken some time to go to the real world to buy this. It weighed more than 20 catties and had to be shipped three times before it was shipped over. Fortunately, it was not expensive and he could still afford it.
Those who received meat buns ate them and even burped after eating them, making the people who smelled the fragrance of meat beside them crave them.
After a while, the others also ate all the fragrant buns.
"How is it? Do you have the strength now?"
"Leader Zhao, no problem. I feel that it won't be a problem for me to solo the Mongolians.”
"Bragging! Look at how cowardly you were in the afternoon. You were trembling even when you were holding a shield.”
The archer at the side exposed him mercilessly.
Zhao Chang Long waved his hand and smiled." It's your first time seeing a battle. Everyone will have a process of adapting.”
As he spoke, he emphasized his tone." With the Immortal Lord's blessing, let me ask you, are you still afraid now?”
"I'm not afraid!"
"Of course not!"
"Burn his mother!"
"Did everyone enjoy today's battle?”
"Awesome!"
"This feels so good!"
"It's not satisfying yet."
"Those who haven't had their fill yet, I'll give you a portion of roasted meat later.”
"Ugh ~~"
"Haha!"
There was a burst of laughter.
In this courtyard that was filled with a burnt smell, anyone who ate more roast meat would definitely vomit if they didn't eat it.
It seemed that these rookies really didn't realize who they were facing.
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