Ruan Thanh Van rode a fast horse, escorted by the soldiers, to the camp of the White Tiger Army in the Two Wolf Pass, and begged to meet Du Shanbo. When Dushan Bo learned that this person was Gu Yong's marching Sima, he immediately summoned him to inquire, and Ruan Qingwen truthfully informed him of the danger at the front and begged the White Tiger Army to immediately send troops to rescue. After hearing this, Du Shanbo relieved his heart and said: "Gu Junshi has a proper command, and it is easy for Inu Yi to get off Jincheng. Ruan Qingwen thought that he was unwilling to rescue, so he was suddenly anxious, and was about to argue, when he heard Du Shanbo order: "Go down the mountain tiger, spread it all over the army, immediately prepare to pull out the camp, five days later, the white tiger will go north to the dog!" He patted Ruan Qingwen's emaciated shoulder and said, "The Han army is not as vulnerable as the Qinglong Army. ”

The Eighteen Tigers behind Du Shanbo laughed, and Cheng Chu and Xiahou Bao, Zhou Wenqi, Murong Hui, Wu Gang and others around him looked gloomy, Du Shanbo turned his head to look at them, and they had to laugh together. Du Shanbo was disdainful in his heart, the sixth regiment was really hopeless, and not a single one of the 20,000 people in the regiment had a sense of shame?

Perhaps, the little imp who is alone in the wooden city can be used.

After Ruan Qingwen left Mucheng, Zhang Xiaowu guessed that Du Shanbo would definitely lead troops north to attack Yi, and he also tried his best to cooperate with the work, actively preparing food and winter clothes, especially preparing more firewood. Although Zhang Xiaowu has no plans to hold on to Mucheng for a long time, he must also manage the current ragtag army.

Power will be addictive, especially the army in his hands of more than 10,000 people, as the lord of a city, Zhang Xiaowu also wants to control his desires, but he gradually found that people's desire for power is innate, and he is also very satisfied with the feeling of being the lord of the city.

Now there are about 10,000 people in Mucheng, and there are 10,000 soldiers, managing so many soldiers and civilians, Zhang Xiaowu is busy and full all day long. But this feeling of dominating everyone is power, and life and death are determined by a word, compared to the killing on the battlefield, it seems easier and easier to force others to death with power, Zhang Xiaowu said in his heart No wonder the power struggle in the court is more fierce than the battlefield.

Now Zhang Xiaowu's foundation is the old team of the dead soldier battalion and the 5,000 trained soldiers, and the defeated army that has been filled into the army is far less loyal than them, and many of them have their own ghosts. But even the Dead Soldiers' Battalion was only formed for more than three months, and before the Battle of Roland Ruins and the Battle of the Thorn Forest, the Dead Soldiers Battalion was also a straggler.

In order to control the military and civilians of Mucheng as much as possible, Zhang Xiaowu implemented high-pressure rule in a short period of time, and anyone who dared to oppose the military regulations issued by the garrison government would be killed. For a time, some of the unconcealed complaining or secretly colluding with ulterior motives of the rout soldiers fell to the ground, Bai Hao's personal guard battalion played the role of the executioner, this Bai Hao's image of the black god became a nightmare for everyone, and everyone was afraid that he would find him.

After ten days of harsh military rule, there were no more dissenters in the city.

On this day, after Zhang Xiaowu inspected the defense of the city, he went to the garrison camp to inspect the excavation of the tunnel, Wang Yijin reported with a smile on the side: "My lord, Cao Li said that they dug up the graves of the Roland people before, and now they have dug up an underground river, and the water almost poured into the tunnel, but fortunately, the underground river is about to dry up. ”

"How much have you advanced?"

"The tunnel to the south was excavated 20 zhang, the tunnel to the north was excavated for 2 miles, the tunnel to the east was excavated 50 zhang, and the tunnel to the west was excavated 40 zhang."

"Why is the digging so fast in the direction of the north?"

"Because the ground is soft in the north direction, it is easy to excavate, and in other directions, it is gravel and hard mud, which is difficult to excavate." Wang Yijin said, "Lord Cao said that the width of the tunnel is only two people side by side, so only two people can work at the same time in the direction of progress. Although there are many of them, the work of tunnel excavation is not a large number of people, but a long-term and slow work. There are too many people, and sometimes it is a bad thing. ”

Zhang Xiaowu agreed with Cao Li's worries, saying that tunnel excavation should not only pursue speed, but also be safe, concealed and practical.

The road ahead is an intersection, and after the intersection to the left 100 meters to the left is the bookstore, the old gentleman who fled south that day also came back with his students, and now Wang Yijin is studying here. Wang Yijin really likes to read, and now he still has two books in his arms, and he takes them out to read and recite whenever he is free.

Zhang Xiaowu felt that this Wang Yijin was reincarnated in the wrong child, if he was reincarnated in a wealthy family, or even an ordinary family, he would have been a little showman, but he was born in a family that starved to death, and he was sold to others as a house slave as soon as he was born. It is said that reincarnation is an art, he thought of himself, in his previous life, his parents died early, and he was still an orphan and a fool when he was reincarnated in this life - is it his own life to commit a lone star in the world?

The streets are lined with pedestrians and businessmen, and there are no mountains around Mucheng, just grasslands and sand dunes, with the occasional woods. In the spring, small lakes form from the east and west of the city due to the melting of snow, but they disappear after two or three months. The people sell the most fur products and livestock, and the surrounding herdsmen also try to exchange cattle and sheep for food, and the cattle and mutton eat too much fishy and dry, and the herdsmen still like to eat more pasta.

Zhang Xiaowu looked at the people on the street, smiled slightly, and suddenly saw a signboard on the side of the street, which actually read "Big Bowl of Wide Noodles". He reined in his horse and pointed to the sign, "When did this sign appear?" Wang Yijin didn't know, so he went over to ask and reported: "The brand has just been made for five days, and the store said that the pastry method has been improved, and this big bowl of wide noodles is his invention." ”

"Is the shopkeeper's surname Wu?"

Wang Yijin exclaimed: "My lord, you can know this person, the old man's name is Wu Jia, and his face is very long, which is impressive." ”

"Interesting, interesting." Zhang Xiaowu smiled and said, "After inspecting the tunnel, let's eat this big bowl of wide noodles, and I am going to write a song for this big bowl of wide noodles." ”

Wang Yijin patted his ass and said: "The songs written by adults must be famous songs that have been passed down through the ages." ”

Zhang Xiaowu said: "I have thought of a sentence, you check for me, 'Look at this bowl, it is big and round, you look at the bowl noodles, it is long and wide'." A pound, what do you think? ”

Wang Yijin had a strange face, stuck out his tongue and said embarrassedly: "The adult's song is really unpredictable, and I dare not comment on it." ”

Zhang Xiaowu asked again: "Bai Hao, you are a Tatar person, a Tatar person can sing and dance, your appreciation level must be much stronger than this little family slave, what do you say?" ”

Bai Haotam said deliciously: "Well, I have never heard such a straightforward song that you don't need to think about, and people like me who are not very good at Chinese like me like it very much." ”

"Damn, you're scolding me or praising me." Zhang Xiaowu laughed and scolded, and the three of them laughed.

Approaching the crossroads at this time, Zhang Xiaowu felt a palpitation for no reason, and almost subconsciously, he turned half of his body.

"Whoosh!"

A crossbow arrow flew like lightning, and the arrow hit Zhang Xiaowu with a "poof".

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