The ancient city of Luoyang, the galloping post road, its straight as an arrow, is far away.

This is the most developed place in the world, the road of the king who can accommodate eight horses in parallel is needless to say, that is, the road that ordinary people walk can accommodate the horses to run, the road is smooth and compact, and the carriage walks on it with almost no bumps, making it difficult to imagine that it is a loess road that is crushed under the wheels.

The carriage drove all the way west from the foot of the mountain, and there was a distance of 100 miles to Mengjin, and the long journey was not a march, and it was necessary to walk for nearly two hours on the road.

Fortunately, the scenery on the road is very good, and a few people are not bored along the way.

The road from Bishan to Mengjin is a good scenery, the higher the terrain of the official road is closer to Luoyang City, and you can overlook the Yellow River when you look north, but now it is just the season when the middle reaches are frozen, and the large ice on the Yellow River looks like a group of ice and snow, but it is also a scenery. Looking south, you can see the towering mountains and dense mountains in the distance. This place just can see the city tower of Luoyang North City, the heavy snow a few days ago put a layer of ice armor on the entire imperial city, and it is impossible to see through it from a distance, as if dreaming in a layer of fog, it is expected but also unattainable.

An Mu stood on the wheel and drove, Ma Yue and Wei Zhongdao rode on both sides, it can be seen that Cai Yan is very interested today, for a while he is holding the curtain on the north side to look at the scenery, and then he goes to the right side of the car to hold the wheel and talk to Wei Zhongdao, and the smile has never faded from his face.

However, Ma Yue was not very comfortable, although he was very happy to see Cai Yan so happy, but in the final analysis, what topics could he and Cai Yan have in common as a martial artist, he could only ride a horse and listen to Cai Yan and Wei Zhongdao talk about astronomy and geography along the way, from poetry and songs, from music and rhythm palace tunes to medical remedies.

And all this, he can't interject.

He drew his sword and could take the lives of others at will, and he was once invincible in battle, but at this time he felt that he was an ignorant person.

Wei Zhongdao watched the river surging and turning into ice, and the poems and songs seemed to come at his fingertips, but he could only think that the river could freeze and secretly Chen Cang's light soldiers could raid.

Wei Zhongdao looked at the city and saw that the city was worried about the country and the people, but he looked at the city and the snow but could only think that the city wall was cold and slippery, and it was not easy to attack the city, and the soldiers were treacherous.

It's a terrible feeling.

The more this is the case, the more he feels that Wei Zhongdao is like a river in front of Cai Yan, and when Cai Yan talks to him, the more he feels that he is exhausted.

In the previous life, he could not be used as a talking point at this moment, he had also been to Luoyang in the previous life, and everything specific now was actually wiped out in the sword and sword shadow of these years, which could not help him in the slightest, he only vaguely remembered that Luoyang was a modern metropolis at that time, and high-rise buildings abounded, but he didn't know what the streets at that time had in common with today's wide horse roads, and he didn't know what strange people there were in this majestic city fifty to a hundred years ago. I don't know who in the dynasty once wrote poems at this Yellow River crossing.

He suddenly felt a little envious, envious of Wei Zhongdao's demeanor, and envious of his good family history.

This is the envy that Cao Mengde did not have in the face of Yuan Benchu, because he knew that with his own efforts and the support of nobles, one day he might be able to catch up with the two of them, and maybe one day he could also be famous in the world as a prince, because they had the same goal, it was nothing more than Yuan Shao's strength, Cao Cao's second, and his own last.

But he knew that as long as he wanted to become stronger, he would never have the opportunity to read poetry and books, learn things that were useless to him in the future, and could not freely expand his knowledge. Their 'ways' are different.

It is because I know that I may never be able to have it that I feel envious.

Unconsciously, with a strange emotion, the car has arrived at Mengjin Pass, and a few miles outside the pass is Mengjindu.

Mengjin Pass is a pass set up by the general He Jin during the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the beginning of this year, when the farmers who had just finished building the West Garden were mobilized to build a Xiongguan in this easy to defend and difficult to attack place at the Yellow River crossing. It is only ten miles away from the ferry, and it guards the main road from Bingzhou and Jizhou to Luoyang in the south, and the military significance is needless to say.

If you are an ordinary person, you have to spend some means to pass through this Mengjin Pass, first of all, the household registration letter from Luoyang, and then the simple exit from the Mengjin County Yaqiu, and whether the generals guarding the pass are strictly checked, but this kind of thing is very easy for Ma Yue, and there is no need to spend a little energy.

Guarding the garrison here were acquaintances he knew.

Former infantry captain of the Northern Army, Xu Rong.

At first, Ma Yue didn't know that Xu Rong was stationed here, so when the guards stopped his car for inspection, in order to prevent these rough soldiers from disturbing Cai Yan in the car, and in order to prevent those soldiers from damaging his car, Ma Yue reported to his home and asked the soldiers to be accommodating.

Ma Yue really didn't expect that at this time, his name was already very prestigious among the grassroots soldiers, and it sounded like the name of the former captain Changshui seemed to be a big man, and the soldier was still a little unbelieving at first, and then he looked carefully at Ma Yue's appearance and figure, and then hurriedly drove his horse up the horse on both sides of the city pass to the city tower to report to the commander stationed there, and it didn't take long for Ma Yue to see Xu Rong, who was wearing the armor of the captain, looking at him at the head of the city with a sword, and walked down.

Ma Yue saw that the general who came out of the city pass knew himself, and hurriedly turned over and dismounted, although he didn't have much intersection with Xu Rong when he was in the army, and even the opportunity to fight side by side was only once, but he knew Xu Rong as a person, but he wanted to make friends with him, and now that the opportunity came, how could he not hurry up and rub it up?

Before, he was not sure whether this Xu Rong was the undefeated Zhonglang general under Dong Zhuo who fought against Cao Cao and Sun Jian later, but after the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he was basically sure that this Xu Rong was the victorious general in history.

The fifth colonel of the Northern Army, the first battalion of Changshui was not in the formation at the beginning of Jizhou, and returned to Luoyang to recruit the knights of the Three Rivers once. Later, Yanzhou was disabled, recruited troops in Dongjun once and expanded the army, and later returned to Luoyang to recruit troops once, and finally returned to the dynasty in triumph with only more than 400 people. Not to mention Cao Poshi's first department, he was separated from Lu Zhi twice, and he almost couldn't form an organization. The same was true of Ma Ripan's shooting battalion, where a night raid drowned half of the battalion's men and horses in the river. Bao Hong's tun cavalry fought against Zhang Bao in Jizhou, and the enemy ventured into the city and buried ninety percent of the knights.

The five schools and four battalions are all like this, but Xu Rong's infantry battalion has never recruited, the lowest battle losses, and after the mid-term expansion to 2,000 people until the victory, he Xu Rong has brought back more than 1,500 people and horses, and every time there is an active figure of the infantry battalion, although there is no great achievement, but there is no cowardice in any time. Isn't this the posture of a famous general?

Just rush a little, it is worth getting off the horse and bowing down to see it!