When Zheng Anping arrived at the inn, the four-horse carriage was tied outside the gate.

Zheng Anping's heart tightened. The big shot was actually coming to the small inn. He entered the inn's courtyard and saw a tall, strong man sitting in the middle of the lobby from a distance. He wore long robes and leather armor, and wore a leather bow on his head. He was obviously a soldier.

A son of the family, the post official is sitting next to him, and his figure looks half smaller. There is a closed bamboo talisman on the table in the middle of the hall, which shows that all the people in this post have been recruited by this strong man. Fan mobilized five soldiers

The above must be in accordance with the festival symbols. This is a rule passed down since Wu Qi.

Zheng Anping took out the festival talisman from his arms, ran up the steps at a trot according to the rules, and sang loudly: "Zheng Anping sent the post back to the palace~, give orders~!"

The post official raised his hand, and Zheng Anping came in, knelt down in front of the post official's desk, and held up the festival. The post official took the festival, turned around, and handed the festival to the strong man.

The strong man glanced at the festival and raised his hand to signal the postman to put it away. He asked Zheng Anping in front of the banquet, "What is your honorific title?"

Zheng Anping turned slightly and replied, "Zheng Anping."

The strong man seemed to be stunned for a moment, then bowed at the table and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Zheng, I'm so rude! A certain Jin family is despicable."

Zheng Anping returned the greeting and said: "The remaining people of the country do not dare to be called generals!"

Jin Bi said: "Young Master went to Daliang to report before noon, and you won't be back until now?"

Zheng Anping replied: "When I left the city, the drums of the army were already ringing, so I returned to my home in Donghongli to tidy up the bundles. I delayed delivering the order. Please punish me, the general!"

Jin Bi raised his hand and said: "If you go back to the post station to hand over the order first, and then return to the whole bunch, it will be a waste of time. The young master made a prompt decision, which shows his sincerity. Please join the army, young master."

Zheng Anping stood up, exited the hall, and stood among the postmen. He felt vaguely that the expressions of the postmen were strange.

Jin Bi said: "In a short while, Lord Xinling will go to the Great Wall to meet General Mangmao. You and other soldiers will be the vanguard."

Hearing this, Zheng Anping took a deep breath. Lord Xinling, this is a name even louder than King Wei.

Lord Mengchang of Qi State was famous for raising scholars. It is said that he had three thousand followers, who came from all over the country, each with their own unique skills. Such a powerful Lord Mengchang was both a wealth and a threat to any king. He served as the Prime Minister of his native Qi State for a long time, but in the end he failed.

Accepted by the King of Qi, he served as the Prime Minister of the Wei State in his later years, and finally died in the Wei State. After his death, it became a big problem for the three thousand disciples of his family to go: these are a group of grass-roots heroes who will massacre the city if they disagree with each other. They are very talented and have a bad temper.

Ye Da. King Wei made his second son Wuji, who was probably only ten years old at the time, the title of king and asked him to take in the retainers left by Lord Mengchang. However, a child actually handled this matter with ease, as if these lawless retainers were him from the beginning.

The recruitment is the same. This year, Lord Xinling is only in his early twenties. He has been raising scholars for some years and his reputation is getting bigger and bigger.

Being able to see Lord Xinling is indeed a blessing in life, but I have to go to the Great Wall that night, and I am a pioneer? Isn't this a death rhythm? Zheng Anping felt hot in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or fear.

The days in winter are very short. When Zheng Anping returned to the inn, it was still bright, but now it became dark. Zheng Anping stood there silently, calming his breath; the body that had been sweating slightly just now, the heat gradually subsided, and slowly, the chill

It rose up; my stomach growled.

At this time, the sound of carriages came from far outside the door. It seemed that there were no fewer than a hundred carriages. This made everyone stand upright.

I don’t know since when, the strength of a country can be measured by the number of chariots. During the Spring and Autumn Period, a country was equipped with hundreds to hundreds of chariots. Now we always talk about the "Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period", as if there were only seven heroes in the Warring States Period.

Actually, it is not the case. To be precise, during the Warring States Period, there were seven "Countries of Ten Thousand Chariots", that is to say, there were seven countries in China with a total number of more than 10,000 chariots. In addition to these seven "Countries of Ten Thousand Chariots"

, there are also some "Countries of Five Thousand Chariots" and "Countries of Thousand Chariots". This really makes people feel like the sun and the moon are flying by: I think back when King Wu conquered Zhou, the troops sent in the Battle of Makino could only be four thousand chariots. But today, five thousand chariots

The country is not a horn at all, and the big horns will destroy it if they want.

But when the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Chariots was rampant, chariots were no longer the main force of the army. The main force of the army was selected infantrymen like Zheng Anping. Although the seven heroes of the Warring States Period were all from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Chariots, none of them were really equipped with a

A powerful chariot force with tens of thousands of chariots; on the contrary, they almost invariably adopted the multi-arms combined force configuration of "thousands of chariots, tens of thousands of horses, and hundreds of thousands of armors."

A country can only maintain a thousand chariots on a regular basis, but this time a hundred chariots appeared at once, which is extraordinary.

Jin Bi stood up, waved his body, and led the five people in the post station to the door. When they lined up at the door, a dark convoy appeared on the avenue. The chariot in the middle was covered with flags.

It was dark and the patterns on it could no longer be seen clearly. As the train approached the inn, it gradually slowed down and finally stopped in front of the inn.

A trumpet sound came from a car, and the chariots drove towards the inn one after another from the road, just like spinning threads from a cocoon, arranged neatly and evenly. Soon, they formed a semicircle in front of the inn. Zheng

Anping clearly saw that in the center of the semicircle was the car with the flag, which was obviously the command car of the entire convoy. The faces of the people in the car were very blurred in the shadows, and they were upright, standing on the car, giving people a

A sense of stability like a mountain.

"Is this Lord Xinling?" Zheng Anping felt an unreal excitement in his heart.

Jin Bi strode towards the carriage, and the postman followed behind him at a loss. When he arrived at the carriage, Jin Bi loudly said: "Five soldiers of the Ximen Posthouse are here to welcome you!"

The postman followed behind, not daring to speak and just bowing.

Lord Xinling said calmly: "General Jin is working hard! Is there a post official next to you?"

This time the post official had to speak: "Post official Ma Xiaosan, you dare not ask me!"

"Ximenyi's army is in good order and its officials are well managed!"

The postman took courage and said, "But as your Majesty sends you, I will not be afraid of fire or water!"

Lord Xinling said: "The post soldiers are dispatched by General Jin." Then he turned to Jin Bi and said: "Here are the leaders?"

Jin Bi bowed and said: "No!"

Two horns were blown from the car, and people stood up and jumped off the car.

Jin Bi turned to the four postmen who were standing motionless at the door: "Go inside to move the fodder." Then he turned to the postman: "Light the fire!"

A person came from each car, some followed the postman to the backyard to carry fodder, and some followed the postman to carry firewood in the kitchen. It seemed that the tasks had been assigned long ago and there was no confusion.

There was actually not a lot of fodder in the backyard, and it was almost empty. We took it to the front yard, put it in front of the horses, and let them eat it. The drivers also took out a bag of bean cakes and sprinkled it on the fodder.

Then he held the reins quietly and watched the horse eat grass.

Someone had already lit many fires in the middle of the site, and all kinds of food and various pots and jars from the post station had been brought out. There was a small river next to the west of the post station, so everyone fetched water from the river and set it on the fire.
Chapter completed!