A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

The sound of horseshoes sounded in the distance, and someone had arrived.

Bai Ankang saw with his own eyes that the expression of his friend in front of him changed from cloudy to sunny in an instant, and all the gloom and disdain disappeared suddenly, and he was amazed in his heart. This is the perfect face change that a charlatan artist pursues all his life!

"General Dou, Vice-General Bai." Feng Ye got off his horse when he was nearby, bowed his hands and saluted with a tired look, covered his mouth and yawned impolitely, but looked at Dou Yibin all over in an instant.

Standing eight feet tall, with black hair and shallow eyes, he is handsome, but his expression is too fierce and vicious, like a hyena sniffing blood and preying on it.Even though he smiled decently, he couldn't hide the vague viciousness.

Difficult.

Feng Ye looked away.

Bai Ankang said with a smile: "Leader Feng Xie has worked hard, and there is a long way to go."

Dou Yibin didn't speak, but his gaze was very blatant. This pale kid couldn't even stand the wind from the northwest, so he came to supervise the army?joke.

Feng Ye said: "General Dou doesn't seem very happy to see me."

"That's not enough." Dou Yibin raised his lips into a smile, "I was so happy to see Feng Xieling."

"It's good to be ordinary and happy, but I'm afraid that General Dou's extreme joy will cause sadness." The young man wiped the icicles off his eyelashes with a fox fur, but his mouth was more stinging than the icicles.

Bo Ankang stared at the stick in Dou Yibin's hand in horror, fearing that the young leader with thin skin and tender flesh would die on the spot.

He raised the corner of his mouth, "Feng Xie-ling, do you still remember me? Back then, Feng Xie-ling was young and heroic among many young masters and ladies, and he was the most suave. He received several boudoir handkerchiefs in a row, which is enviable .”

What he said was high-sounding, but it caused the soldiers around to laugh secretly, mocking the newly appointed Feng Xie collar embroidered pillow with a bag of grass.Feng Ye has long known that the nickname of the young master of the Feng family, the embroidered grass bag, is well-known in this world, and he is quite helpless. Is being handsome still a trouble?But thanks to Young Master Feng's handsome looks, otherwise he wouldn't be worthy of being called a dandy, but just an ugly rascal.

Feng Ye smirked and nodded in praise, "Deputy General Bai is not bad, but he didn't receive the handkerchief, so don't be discouraged and keep working hard."

Feng Xieling was joking, raised his brows and eyes, two dark eyeballs were embedded in his face, exuding icy light, unexpectedly a little cunning, a bit naturally pleasing.

Bai Ankang was smooth-tongued and best at communicating with people. He exchanged some pleasantries with Feng Ye, and the corners of their mouths were raised higher than each other's, which made Dou Yibin's heart burn for no reason.

So Dou Yibin changed his face again, the happier Feng Ye was, the more gloomy his face became, once his temper got angry, he couldn't control etiquette and decency, and stepped forward to separate Vice General Bai and Leader Feng Xie who were pretending to be false.

"Stop laughing, it's fake." Dou Yibin choked coldly.

Just when Feng Ye was puzzled, Dou Yibin turned his head and glared at his lieutenant again, "You too."

At dinner time, the soldiers lined up to eat in the cauldrons in front of the training ground. Qinzhou was extremely cold, and the grain and grass were all brought in from the south. Pick and cook wild vegetable porridge.

Regardless of the size of the official position in the army, they all sit together and eat the same food.

When Feng Ye went to cook, his back was like a light on his back, it seemed that all the soldiers on the training ground were all focused on this unexpected guest.They were all curious about how long this fabled and delicate young master could stay in the barracks.

The portion is quite generous.

Feng Ye stared at the oil-free food in the bowl, and without changing his face, he broke off the thick and hard bread and stuffed it into his mouth. It was a bit bitter and sour, but it was still acceptable. I don't know where the nutrient solution is delicious.

He sat among the 500 people brought out from central Beijing, drinking porridge, without any expression of disgust.

They know a little bit more about Fengye than the soldiers in the camp, and they ate the beef and mutton that Fengye invited yesterday, and they saw that Feng Xieling was not only not hypocritical, but also got along with them talking and laughing. She also gradually let go of her prejudices and began to get close to him.

Dou Yibin and Bai Ankang sat at the head, with the same porridge and cakes in front of them. They were talking about the northern Xinjiang, but when they saw Fengye in the ranks, they all stopped at the same time.

Dou Yibin frowned, but Bai Ankang said in surprise: "Ah, it seems that Feng Xieling gets along well with them."

At this time, Feng Ye was chatting speculatively with a young recruit Danzi, leaning his body as if listening to the other party, smiling sideways, his face was not as pale as before, and it was still slightly pink under the effect of the hot porridge .

Bai Ankang whispered to his friend beside him, "Yanran, do you know that Feng Ye is a vulgar man, and the Qing Dynasty man who made the city full of troubles in the past is actually a brother."

Dou Yibin looked over, just at this moment, Feng Ye put his hand on the soldier's shoulder, leaned down and whispered in his ear, Bai Ankang exclaimed in a low voice: "Good fellow!"

Dou Yibin: "..." The young general tightened his sharp jaw, his mouth was pursed into a straight line, and his whole body was filled with a heavy aura, which made people dare not approach him.

Feng Ye was talking to the soldiers, he was keenly aware of some unfriendly aura of the visitor, he turned his head and glanced at his superior in bewilderment.

Dou Yibin happened to be looking at him too, and their eyes met, their eyes were terribly cold.

——He didn't seem to do anything out of the ordinary, did he?

Feng Ye pondered for a while, and suddenly smiled at Dou Yibin, just raised those clear eyes, slightly curved, shining like stars among a group of tanned rough men, almost smiling back at him.It caused a moment of silence in the surroundings, as expected of Mr. Feng who received soft hands when he poured out the water and collected the handkerchief.

Dou Yibin still had no expression on his face, and bit off a piece of bread with fierce movements, as if chewing his meat.

"Feng Xie Ling? Xie Ling?"

"Huh?" Feng Ye came back to his senses, it was the soldier who chatted with him just now.

Feng Ye said: "I'm listening, you continue to talk, how is your Gillian girl?"

The soldier's face was still a little immature. He had not experienced war yet, and his eyes shone with the innocence that many people present had lost.

"Before I left, Gillian gave me a sachet, but I didn't dare to respond to her. My father died on the battlefield, and my mother was depressed all her life. Everyone said that the northern border was dangerous, not only the hateful Huns, but even the The slashing cold wind can kill people, I'm afraid I'll never go back and let Gillian down."

"Being let down?" Feng Ye put down the clean porridge in his hands and said slowly, "If you just thought about how to die when you first went to the battlefield, then you might as well go to the river earlier and come quickly. If you like the person, you must take her with you. To live up to everything, even if my bones are broken and cramped, I still have to go back to see her alive, this is what I want to live up to."

"On the battlefield, it is never the enemy's knife that can kill people, let alone the absurd wind you said, but yourself."

The sun has set, dyed a thick deep purple, the night sky in the frontier is vast and low, and the stars are like drops of water falling on the dark lining, as if they are about to drip down at any time.

Feng Ye raised his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly. After losing control of his mental power, he couldn't remember many things, but he had an indescribable familiarity with the sky of this different world. It was a kind of sensitivity to loneliness, as if he was in a certain place once, Just staring at the similar wilderness countless times, maybe there is such a person beside him who keeps talking to him, but he can't remember.

The soldier asked, "Co-leader, what are you looking at?"

Feng Ye thought for a moment, then jokingly said, "Life."

The young soldier looked at Feng Ye in admiration, thinking that Feng Xie understood the great way of life, knew many things and was good-looking, it seemed that those slanderous rumors were absolutely unbelievable.The stunned young soldier has begun to respect him wholeheartedly.

There has been no war recently, and because of his sharp teeth, Feng Ye took the soldiers around him to talk about life every day, from how to chase girls, to the details of choosing what color rouge girls would like, and he has become a recognized emotional mentor around.

The soldiers he led were not afraid of him, and after training every day, they gathered around his tent to listen to his bragging.

On this day, Feng Ye was sitting in the tent with a cup of refreshing tea placed in front of the table, surrounded by people.

He tapped the table with his fingertips.

"Grandson has 36 tactics of war, and love also has 36 strategies. Creating a suitable personality is the first step in pursuing a girl."

Soldier A: "Then isn't that a lie?"

Feng Ye squinted at him, with an inscrutable look, and shook his head: "No, no, the persona is just to create a good image for the person you admire, it is a stepping stone to love, as long as the persona is grasped Well, you have obtained the key to open the girl's heart."

Soldier B: "Leader, who do you think I am suitable for?"

"The characters are different, and the most acceptable one for the girls is to play hard to get, to create a domineering and glamorous character, just like... just like General Dou, you see, General Dou is a typical bad-faced character. Don’t look at him like someone else owes him 2000 taels of silver all day long, the girls in the capital are queuing up to give birth to him. Do you understand?”

Soldier B: "I understand."

Feng Ye: "You know what, I'm talking about character design, General Dou may be because he is handsome. It varies from person to person, you can only outsmart, you have to..."

"What should I do?" The deep and serious voice was like a thunderclap on the ground, and the surroundings were suddenly silent. No one would not remember this voice who stood on the training ground at three o'clock every day to give lectures.

Dou Yibin opened the tent door, I don't know how long he had been listening outside, his face was so cold that it was about to freeze, he scanned the tent for a week, the soldiers turned pale immediately, and fled away.

Dou Yibin sneered, his face was really not kind.

"-20."

A number suddenly appeared in Feng Ye's mind.

"This is the numerical value of the simulated object's affection for you, which is convenient for you to observe in real time. When the simulated object's disgust drops to the lowest threshold, which is -100, we will forcefully leave." 001 suddenly said, "This is for Avoid scripted characters taking extreme actions against you. Colonel, your "domain" is still fragile and in danger of collapsing at any time, and the alliance will take all means to prevent the worst outcome. "

"Ah." Feng Ye responded, and commented absently, "You are so caring."

Dou Yibin saw that Feng Ye's eyes were wandering, and he didn't seem to be looking at him at all. With a sullen face, he threw the long sword in his hand on the table in front of Feng Ye. The cup was shaken, and a few drops of light green tea fell on the table. On the next day, Feng Ye doubted without hesitation that his current complexion should be similar to the tea in this cup.

He raised his head and looked at Dou Yibin innocently.

Dou Yibin looked down at him expressionlessly, the projection of his body against the light completely covered the young man.

If it was another person, he would have been suffocated by fright, and the man couldn't even tell whether the person in front of him was stupid or dull, or really thick-skinned.

"Qinzhou's thirteen counties, now there are only the upper, middle and lower counties of Qilian." Dou Yibin's slightly hoarse voice sounded, "Two months, you can either take back those three counties for me, or you can tell me where to go." No matter where you go, I don’t keep idlers in my army.”

There are three counties in the Qilian Mountains of Qinzhou, namely Upper Qilian County, Middle Qilian County and Lower Qilian County.Shangzhong County is surrounded by mountains, and the terrain is steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack, while Qilian Xia County is very difficult to attack because of its flat land and relatively fertile soil, and is heavily guarded.Such three counties are only given two months, let alone Fengye, even Dou Yibin himself can only think about it in the long run.

Feng Ye said silently, "General Dou, you are embarrassing the last general."

"Difficult?" Dou Yibin grinned coldly, and smiled, "I'm just embarrassing you. Why, you want me to prepare a car for you to go back to Beijing now?"

Feng Ye thought for a while, and said, "It's not necessary to go back to Beijing, but I have a request."

"Give me five thousand troops, I need command authority."

Dou Yibin, "Impossible." It is impossible for him to irresponsibly leave the life and death of soldiers in the hands of someone who has never fought such a battle.

Feng Ye knew it well, and he followed the path of kindness, "Report all my commands and actions, and you, the general, will decide whether to adopt them. Is this okay?"

Dou Yibin stared at Feng Ye with those pale eyes, as if he was evaluating whether his words were feasible.Feng Ye took advantage of the situation and smiled, moved his fingertips to the gold pattern on the hilt of the sword and stroked it twice, raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to draw his sword to make an agreement.

Dou Yibin didn't know what to think of, and turned around suddenly, seeing that posture seemed to have encountered a scourge, before leaving, he only clearly threw down two words:

"what ever."