In the dark night, a group of people walked in the boundless darkness. Wooden torches were held high in the air, illuminating the road ahead. The torches formed a long dragon. From a distance, it looked like a wild fire, entrenched in this mountain.

The land of the waist.

The rain has just stopped, and under the sun, the entire land looks like wet hair, and there are a lot of wetlands. In summer, there are more mosquitoes, snakes, and rats than before, and they are buzzing among the crowds.

There was a loud noise, and from time to time there would be some close contact, leaving several red bumps on the soldier's body.

"Drive!" There was a soft cry, and the birds were frightened in the forest. At night, the wind blowing from the mountains and the sea made hunting sounds. Huo Qubing was wearing a black armor, and the red robe behind him moved with the wind. He knelt on the ground and looked at the flaming python.

Like a team, the sweat on his cheeks slid down his black hair to his cheeks. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, the corners of his panting mouth were slightly raised, and he looked out with a hint of a smile.

Yuanfang: "Finally found it. It's not in vain that I traveled so many miles of mountain roads!"

"General, what should we do next?" Yang Yanping held a water bag and a wooden gun in his futon-sized palm, supporting his stride. Every step he took seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pounds of force, which made him difficult to move. He looked into the distance with his eyes.

, looking at the fire, he said with great joy: "General! We found it!"

"Yes! Found it!" Huo Qubing took the kettle from Yang Yanping's hand and sat down on the ground. His eyes were filled with cold light and he stared ahead like an eagle. He licked his dry lips and smiled slightly.

Said: "It's almost done!"

"Do you want to do it?" Yang Yanping said seriously.

"Looking at the number of their lights, there must be a lot of people. The soldiers and horses in our hands are not enough. They have at least 20,000 food transport soldiers here!" Huo Qubing looked at the continuous lights, with a dignified look in his eyes.

Pang Juan is indeed wily and steadfast. The Wei State is also wealthy and has a lot of people to transport food and grass...

"General, what should we do?" Yang Yanping said with a somewhat embarrassed expression. It would be a pity not to eat the food he poured out of his mouth. Even if he died, he would have to fight to the death.

Huo Qubing stroked his chin, picked up two stones on the ground, and said calmly: "The Wei State killed our general. If we don't swallow this army, we will really be sorry for him!"

"General, what do you want to do?" Yang Yanping's face was slightly stunned. Huo Qubing's words meant that he was determined to defeat this unit.

"Strike in the east and attack in the west! Ambush on both sides!" After Huo Qubing finished speaking, he threw the stone in his hand towards the foot of the mountain. His eyes gradually turned cold and he snorted: "Tell all the soldiers under your command to get up and fill their bellies! Prepare the kerosene."

"The general understands!" Yang Yanping is also familiar with military books, so he still understands this kind of soldier.

"Hurry up, the grain and grass must be sent to Yiyang within three days, do you understand?" The leading general had a scholarly look on his face, wearing the red armor of the Wei State, and his face looked impatient and peaceful.

Tired, with a goatee on his chin, a bronze sword hanging on his waist, and a riding whip raised in his hand. The military commander next to him looked three-thirds like him, but his figure was much burlier, and he had a waist knife in his hand.

, these people are none other than Yan Zhenqing and Yan Zhengao!

"I said big brother! Let's go to the front line too! I feel aggrieved by always escorting them with food and fodder!" Yan Zhengao said with a simple expression on his face, blindly escorting food and fodder, what do you think of him, little brother! An errand boy.

"Hurry up!" Yan Zhenqing shouted, glanced at Yan Zhengao, smiled disdainfully and said, "With your three-legged cat's skills! Who can you beat?" Yan Zhenqing mocked mercilessly.

Yan Zhengao's expression changed and he said unconvinced: "Brother! That's not what you said. Do you think you can practice calligraphy here every day? What's the point? Look at the grain bags at the back. Which one has not been written all over by you?

, is there anyone like you?"

Yan Zhenqing glanced at the words he had written, shook his head slightly and said: "These words are not good! It seems that we will continue!"

"What!" Yan Zhengao turned around, pointed at the cloth bag in front of him, and said with an embarrassed expression: "This is not good enough! I'm afraid there is nothing better than this in the entire Wei Kingdom!"

"If it doesn't work, it won't work! The strength! The finishing is lacking a lot! More practice is needed!" After Yan Zhenqing finished speaking, he didn't say much and walked forward on his horse. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes. He had been exploring for so long.

, I still haven’t found my own style of writing, and I feel very helpless.

"My eldest brother! In these troubled times, you can either make suggestions! Or fight on the battlefield. You are really not allowed to be reused. My parents will probably... in a hundred years!" Yan Zhengao looked at Yan Zhenqing tentatively.

I am really afraid that my eldest brother will whip him with a whip now. Although Yan Zhenqing can't beat him now, there is a saying that your eldest brother is still your eldest brother. If you should be beaten, you will still be beaten.

The breeze in the dark night was mixed with the smell of green grass in the woods, and the whole torch was whistled. The hoofs of the war horses broke the dead branches and leaves under their feet. The generals and soldiers riding on the war horses were like dripping water in the night.

The salivary hungry wolf shows its fangs.

The hills on both sides are like camel's humps, also known as Shuangtuo Qiu. The hills are mostly covered with trees, which are very lush and cover the soldiers on both sides.

Huo Qubing rode a war horse, his eyes locked slightly, he found a long spear, pulled the horse rope, and came to the edge of the foot of the mountain. The silver spear in his hand exuded a cold light. Huo Qubing raised his palm slightly, revealing his cold spear.

, the breeze blew their cheeks, and their messy hair danced with the wind. With three breaths, Huo Qubing suddenly picked up the horse's belly and shouted: "Charge!"

"Kill!" The tens of thousands of people behind Huo Qubing suddenly charged forward and rushed forward.

Yan Zhengao and Yan Zhenqing, who were on their way, were laughing and joking, not paying attention to their surroundings. When Huo Qubing yelled angrily, everyone woke up from the thunder. Yan Zhengao looked embarrassed and cursed angrily: "What are you doing standing still! Hurry! Organize

Get on the defensive! Hurry up! What are you still waiting for?

"No!" The soldiers reacted, raised their shields high, came to the front of the formation, and merged the shields in their hands to form a defensive wall.

Huo Qubing smiled slightly: "It's a little trick! Get up!"

"Huh...!" The war horse jumped up, directly jumped over the defense of the shield organization, and went straight to the hinterland.

"Where did this person come from? Is he a bandit?" Yan Zhengao asked with a puzzled expression.
Chapter completed!