Yangpingguan.

This is the first gateway to the north of Hanzhong, where this gate is located, which is related to the life and death of Hanzhong, so the pastoral army stationed the strongest part here, the Yellow Turban Army.

Although the Yellow Turban Army is the most serious part of the disarmament, but after the merger of the White Polish Army, it is also the most elite part of the army, the Yellow Turban Army plus the White Polish Army, eliminated tens of thousands, leaving more than 15,000 soldiers, the big wave of gold panning, what is eliminated is sand, and what is left is gold.

Huang Shao, the general of the Yellow Turban, was supposed to sit in Beiwutang with Huang Zhong in Nanzheng.

However, because Mu Jing personally went out to participate in the battle of Wolf Qiang, he hurriedly returned to Yangpingguan in order to suppress the Xiliang army in Wudu.

On this day, he was reorganizing the army.

"Hurry up!"

"Haven't you eaten?"

"You can't run on this road, can you?"

"Keep running, your physical strength really disappoints me, our Yellow Turban Army must be the elite, and the elite of the elite, your state, what kind of face do I have to face the lord!"

On the school field, he roared with all his might: "You all show me that battle flag, the gods of the yellow sky are staring at us, do we want to turn our backs on the glory of the Yellow Turban, we don't want the glory of the Yellow Turban to be lost, we don't want the lord to disappoint us, only by training harder can we make contributions on the battlefield!" ”

There are four armies under the command of the herdsman, each army has a lieutenant general, and the four lieutenant generals are in a competitive stage.

But now it's different, these are all veterans on the battlefield, the strong and strong, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled have been eliminated, if these strong can't be trained, he is not worthy of becoming the Yellow Turban general.

"Make a difference!"

"Make a difference!"

The soldiers were enthusiastic, running and shouting, with the anger of a soldier and a spirit of courage in their voices.

"Lord Zhonglang, someone has sent a secret letter from the lord!"

Yang Feng rode his horse, jumped off the horse, walked up, and whispered in Huang Shao's ear.

"The Lord's Secret Letter?"

When Huang Shao heard this, his pupils were slightly sideways, he hurriedly turned over a war horse, returned to the Yellow Turban Army headquarters in the city, and strode in, waiting for a person in the hall, it was a young man.

"Who are you?"

Huang Shao asked.

"Jing Wusi, Ye Ping!" After the young man signaled the token, he bowed his hand: "Meet the general Zhonglang!" ”

"You brought a secret letter from the Lord!"

"Exactly!"

Ye Ping took out a small bamboo tube attached to the inside of the calf, and hid it very secretly, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, even if he searched his body, it would be difficult to find this thing: "Please Zhonglang will look at the adult!" ”

Huang Shao picked it up, put it on the coals, burned it, and the wax that sealed the mouth of the bamboo tube was burned, so that he could pull out the bamboo tube and take out the secret letter inside.

After glancing at the secret letter, Huang Shao's stable face changed color slightly.

"Lord, lord, you have a big appetite, you're going to have a big game now!"

Huang Shao smiled bitterly.

He didn't expect that if he went out to Xiqiang well, how could he get to the part of fighting the Xiliang army.

Sure enough, the plan is not as good as the change.

However, the military order is like a mountain, and whether he is cautious or has opinions, he must send troops.

After he burned the secret letter, he wrote it in ink on the desk, wrote a reply, and then sealed it on the bamboo tube and handed it to Ye Ping: "In the shortest possible time, send it to the master!" ”

"Yes!"

Ye Ping received the order.

There is a department in the Jingwu Division that specializes in delivering news, and he is one of them, which is secret and few people know about.

"Someone!"

After Ye Ping left, Huang Shao quickly moved: "Pass on my military order, the five-party camp of the Yellow Turban Army, the logistics office, and the military justice department...... The heads of the various departments, within a stick of incense, immediately rushed to the conference hall! ”

"Yes!"

One by one, the heralds went down to give orders, and the commanders of the Yellow Turban departments quickly gathered.

Two hours later, the Yellow Turban Army stationed at Yangping Pass suddenly began to move, and the officers and men of various units moved, back and forth, and the movement became bigger and bigger, even if it was several miles away, it could be felt......

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The truth that soldiers are fast is known to those who march.

Mu Jing also knows.

So when he decided to attack and defend and eat Wudu, he had already begun to march rapidly, the Zhanhu battalion was a mountain battalion, and the mountain battalion marched with speed, marching for more than two days, walking hundreds of miles, and did not dare to pause at all on the road, and it was not an official road, but a remote path and a rugged mountain road.

So by the time they reached the river, almost every one of them was exhausted.

Mujing was also gasping for breath.

This is the most impatient march after he escaped from Guanzhong, even if his physique is almost unable to survive, fortunately the elite Battle Tiger Battalion he established can withstand such a high-intensity march.

Hechi is a county seat.

The scale is not large, but it is a defensive line under the county town of Wudu County, and if you get through here, you can go straight to the lower defense, if you are blocked here, when the lower defense reacts, a steady stream of soldiers and horses will enter the river.

It was a raid battle.

The key is speed.

That's why Mu Jing gave the order for a quick march.

"Lord, there is a river pond in front of us, but we have also exhausted our physical strength!" Lei Hu is in good spirits, he is much more resilient than Mu Jingke, and marching like this only consumes some physical strength, and it does not affect his mental state.

"It's evening, the sun is setting, and it's about to be night!"

Mu Jing raised his head, looked at the sky, and said: "Although the night attack is the best ideal, but we have been in a hurry for days, and the state is not very good, we can't do this, we have to rest all night, otherwise we will not have the spirit, pass on my military order, and rest tonight, but we are not allowed to bury the pot to make food, we are not allowed to emit fire, we can only fill our hunger with dry food, and gather before the end of tomorrow to launch an attack on the river pool!" ”

At the end of the day, it's three or four o'clock, before dawn, and that's probably the best time.

"Yes!"

"Scout Marquis obeys!"

"In!"

The scout of the War Tiger Battalion is a fierce general, and Lei Hu's confidant loves the general.

"Immediately release our scouts and clear the sight within a radius of fifty miles, the more critical the time, the more the news is not allowed to leak, whether we can rest for the night smoothly, whether we can successfully take the river pool, the scout soldiers are very important!"

"The last general will never disappoint the lord!"

The scout marquis took the order and left.

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The night was dark and silent.

There is moonlight tonight.

The moon is bright and clean, but under the faint moonlight, there is an awe-inspiring murderous intent.

Hechi County Order is a native of Wudu, named Feng Jin, Hechi squire born, scholar, nineteen years old, twenty-three years old when Hechi County Order, so far, he has been a county order in Hechi for 20 years, the court has changed in change, but he has never changed, in this Hechi one acre and three points of land, he is considered the emperor of the soil, and he is interested, who can control Wudu, he will surrender to whom.

Now that the imperial court is the world of the Xiliang army, he naturally surrendered to Xiliang.

This night, he slept very soundly with his concubine in his arms, but when it was almost dawn, he suddenly woke up from a nightmare, and when he woke up, he couldn't sleep, so he put on a robe and walked out of the courtyard.

At this time, the morning was not yet hot summer, and it was a little cold.

He looked up, and suddenly saw a burning cloud in the south, and he was suddenly startled, and shouted: "Come on, go to Nancheng quickly to take a look, what happened!" ”