Longxing three years, the first day of the first month.

The early morning sun sprinkled on the car formation of Luo Chengjie and Song's three heroes outside Quanzhou.

The green-clothed envoys who followed in front and behind the car formation were as many as hundreds of people, dressed in splendid clothes and lined up strictly.

And at about the same time, Zhang Xianye, who had just walked out of the fifty-mile mountain between Zhangjian and Erzhou, followed by the remnants of the army, but he no longer had the prestige of the past.

It seems that there is no end to fear, despair, hunger and tiredness, which has tormented this once terrifying army on the Seven Fujian Road, beyond recognition.

Zhang Xianye knew very well that if it wasn't for the moat behind him, if it wasn't for the fact that he had nowhere to go after leaving the team, the so-called Zhangzhou Xuanqi would have already fallen apart.

What sustained him out of the mountains was a faith, a belief to prove that he was not a waste, but what sustained this army was the instinct to survive.

"Are you waiting for a thousand days of military training just to disappear silently into these mountains? The man's husband will die! He will also die under the sword! Come out of these mountains with me! Go and die on the battlefield with me......

This is Zhang Xianye's words of encouragement that have always been on his lips these days.

He thought that the moment he walked out of the mountains, what was waiting for him would be a banner and thousands of soldiers and horses.

But no.

In front of you, the wind and the sun are beautiful. Zhang Xianye stood with his sword, surrounded by his own soldiers, not far away was really called Zhangzhou Xuancai, now there are only more than 300 elite soldiers left, and farther away, there are more than 2,000 foot soldiers who have been frightened.

Exhaling the turbidity in his chest, as if a dying man, he suddenly saw life, and he turned to look at the ragged army still standing halfway up the mountain.

At this moment, no matter how firm his eyes are, his heart is also beating.

"There is no endless road!" he was afraid that he would not have time to say anything, so most of the people scattered in a hurry.

It doesn't take much, as long as one person escapes, the rest will be natural.

"You've already died once! Fifty miles of moats haven't stopped you! What else is there to be afraid of?!"

There are few responders, and it seems that they have heard too many bold words these days, and the pride in their chests has long been emptied.

However, Zhang Xianye was not disappointed, as long as no one escaped, everything was still in time.

He pointed to the north, to the endless fields of harvest: "There are cities, and there is meat and wine, and women ......."

These few words, he did not use spiritual power, and even his own sound was weak—perhaps he felt that these words should not come from the mouth of a general—but its effect was much more effective than the previous ones.

He saw someone swallowing, someone with a light in their eyes, and someone unconsciously stepping forward. This is no longer a soldier, but a herd of livestock......

But it doesn't matter, as long as the person is still there!

As long as you take a city, feed them, and vent the pressure from the brink of life and death, in a few days, nay, maybe just a day, you can beat these animals back into an army.

"Come with me! Take the city! There will be wine, meat, and women!"

Zhang Xianye did not hesitate, and ran north, dozens of personal soldiers and more than 300 elite soldiers followed closely behind him.

The other 2,000 people only hesitated for a moment, and after the first person made a call, they all followed!

Zhang Xianye controlled the speed, he was worried that if he ran too fast, the rear army would not be able to keep up, and he was even more afraid that if he ran too slowly, he would give them even the slightest hesitation.

Three thousand men ran together, the front army was like a rock, but the rear army dragged long, like the tail of a comet.

Even if there were those who fell headlong while running, no one looked back.

Zhang Xianye no longer had the time and energy, so he sent scouts to investigate.

In fact, he didn't even feel the need to investigate, because any bit of bad news could destroy the army until he saw the castle and villages, the wine, the meat, and the women.

Soon he saw the village, and then ran to the other side with the remnants of the soldiers, and his mind was full of scenes of killing people, looting food, grass and women.

Zhang Xianye was a little disgusted by this picture, but he didn't have a choice.

Before running into the village, he repeatedly told himself that if Ci was not in charge of the soldiers, killing people was nothing, and compared to the soldiers behind him, dozens or hundreds of cheap lives were nothing.

However, his psychological construction did not make any sense, because there was no one in the village, not everyone was hiding, because the villagers would not hide so quickly, and they would not have had time to take all the food in the house with them.

Fortified Kiyono ...... That was the first thought that crossed his mind.

This was followed by a flurry of thoughts.

Someone knew he was coming, someone evacuated all the villagers before he could do it, and even the master in the mountain kept changing the direction of his progress with traps, which was deliberately brought them here!

It seems to be a conspiracy...... But against the army behind him, is it still necessary to conspire?

Zhang Xianye hesitated for a moment, he was thinking, should he gather the three or four hundred people who still have the will to fight, and it is time to give up the remnants of the infantry soldiers?

But this thought was pressed again as soon as it floated.

Even he himself had been hungry for two days and two nights, and if he could not get supplies, he would be dead.

At this time, the opponent still has the leisure to fortify the wall, and maybe their strength is not enough to defeat this remnant army.

That...... Just use these 3,000 lives to smash a bloody path!

Zhang Xianye is at the end of his rope, even if he knows that this is a conspiracy, he has no choice at all.

As the "mastermind" behind all this, Bu An also knew that he had no choice.

In fact, Zhang Xianye's panic also brought him a little trouble.

From the place where Zhang Xianye was led out of the mountain to the county seat of Ningyang, it was only more than six miles, as long as he went straight to the north, he would soon be able to find the largest city within a radius of 100 miles.

It's a pity that Zhang Xianye didn't go in a straight line, and even made a small circle, so that it was too late.

When he saw the army guarding the city, Zhang Xianye probably understood why this team did not appear at the foot of the mountain where he had just walked out of the mountains.

Because it's not an army at all! It's a group of villagers!

They were dressed in tattered cotton clothes, and they didn't even have weapons in their hands, and the six phalanxes they barely formed were scattered.

Zhang Xianye came to a distance of only sixty or seventy zhang away from them, and when he waited for the remnants to follow, he could even see clearly that the eyes of the villagers on the other side were full of fear.

This was the first time in days that he felt that he could really win this battle. Even if all the remnants of the soldiers behind him are scattered, with only 300 elite soldiers, they can take this city.

Turning his head and watching the chaotic crowd rush up, Zhang Xianye wanted to say something, to tell these people who only had the last trace of strength left that they had no way out of life except to take the city.

However, someone spoke for him.

"No need to look for it anymore! Within a radius of dozens of miles, all the grain is here!"

The sound is familiar.

Zhang Xianye looked fixedly, and then saw a familiar figure at the head of the city.

It's the scholar!

"General Zhang! The majestic Zhangzhou Xuanqi, why is it so embarrassing!"

Zhang Xianye swallowed his saliva and licked his chapped lips. He clearly saw that above the city, the scholar was gnawing on a chicken leg in his mouth!