Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it coincided with a heavy rain, and the cold night wind blew on the Wankou defense line.

Under the clear and translucent moonlight, the banner hunting and hunting here is displayed, the second battalion in the east of the Wankou defense line, which is the station of Li Xu, the general of Pingyu Zhonglang, Li Xu stands under several flags and looks at the forward camp of the Han army more than ten miles away in the south.

There are five camps in front of the Wankou Great Wall, the second camp in the east is on the west bank of Lishui, and there is another camp in the east bank of Lishui.

To the north of the second camp in the east, across the tributary of Lishui, there are three reserve battalions in Hebei, and there are eight strong camps in the two layers before and after the Wankou Great Wall.

Zhang Liao's base camp was set up in Ye County, and a cottage was built in Yaoshan Mountain in the west of Ye County, as a plan to hold on and wait for help.

When you open your eyes here, you can see your younger brother running here with the battle flag of the Han army, and when you close your eyes, you can see the figure of your son who is serving as a guard in Luoyang.

Li Xu's face was expressionless, and there was no emotion.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Pei Qian, the general of Diannong Zhonglang, and heard that his younger brother Pei Jun Pei Fengxian is now Guan Yu's Zhonglang.

Since Guan Yu flooded the Seventh Army, there were still some troops forced by Tian Xin.

Now the phenomenon of fathers, sons, and brothers separating one side and about to meet each other has intensified.

Behind the barracks, there were auxiliary troops requisitioned from the Yingchuan Diannong Department, and Deng Ai was sitting at the gate of the Bentun camp in the moonlight, weaving a coat with pampas grass.

This straw coat is double-layered inside and out, filled with collected reed wool in the middle, and this lumpy coat acts as the inner lining of the armor.

The auxiliaries were about to withdraw from the Wankou line and return to the county to build a second line of defense.

The sound of footsteps coming from outside was the footsteps of the tun general who had finished attending the meeting, this tun general was short and sturdy, and his steps were heavy.

"Deng Aiai, in the military market today, I saw you exchange a short dagger for an urn of wine?"

Tun Jiang, whose face was rough red and had scars, asked in a Qian Pei accent, and looked at Deng Ai: "But it was given to Scribe Liu?" ”

Under the moonlight, Deng Ai's hands did not stop, and he raised his head to reveal a face that was also rough in the wind and sun: "Hey, yes...... That's it, but willow, confiscated. ”

Deng Ai was a little disappointed, and squeezed out a smile again: "Wine ...... In the clothes, Ding Tun ...... Like, drink. ”

"What's so embarrassing?"

General Tun pursed his lips: "It's cold at night, I'll drink a little." Remember to wake me up after the third watch, you and I change the guard. ”

"Hey."

Deng Ai looked up at Tun Jiang walking towards the grass hut on the side, the hound tied in front of the grass hut didn't lift his eyelids, and continued to lie there sleeping, as if dead.

General Tun touched the dog with his toes and laughed in a low voice: "Deng Aiai, this dead dog can't bark, it should be replaced with a good dog that is alert and can bark." ”

"Hey."

Deng Ai responded, sat in place and continued to weave straw clothes.

As a bachelor without a family, he couldn't eat enough to eat, so he was thin and tall and thin.

Even the official clothes on his body have been sewn with many patches, and they are only worn on his body when he is on duty, and he wears other shabby pairs on weekdays.

No matter how worn out the clothes in the army are, they must be washed from time to time...... The clothes are filthy and unclean, and when you encounter the discipline of the military officer, you can kill them according to military law.

Since the release and circulation of the "Twelve Strategies for Epidemic Prevention and Rescue", the military has paid more attention to the neatness and tidiness of the army, and the qualified army will organize people to shave, so that low-level officers and sergeants only have mustaches.

"When! Dangdang! ”

The night patrol officer passed by the gate of the camp guarded by Deng Ai with a wooden stick in his arms, and one of Deng Ai's village party members was drawn, and followed the soldier with a torch.

It's just an auxiliary army, and military discipline is not very strict.

The township party recognized Deng Ai and complained in a complaining tone: "Shizai, do you know when your winter clothes will be distributed?" ”

"I don't know, it should be ...... in winter Before the winter moon. ”

"I don't know if winter clothes will be issued to my auxiliary army, I heard that some of the summer clothes under the command of the former general this year are extremely light and thin, and they are extremely undurable, so they have reissued summer clothes. This kind of good thing can only be under the command of the former general, when will it be my turn to wait? ”

After saying a few words, the village party saw that Bangzi was five or six paces away, so he hurriedly followed with torches.

The auxiliary army is also a military service, and winter clothing is to be issued.

Even if it is for the sake of the uniform color, the clothing must be distributed.

It's just that Tuntianke was originally a conscription, and it was changed to an auxiliary army in May, and he missed the summer clothes in April at the beginning of the year.

"When! Dangdang! ”

The sound of bangs during the third watch sounded in the distance, and when Deng Ai returned to the grass hut, he saw that the tun chief was already asleep, holding an empty wine bottle in his hand.

Deng Ai helped the confused tun chief out of the grass house, the tun chief was drunk and couldn't wake up, but he also knew the importance of being on duty at night, related to his head, and his steps were barely forced, and he was helped to the gate of the camp by Deng Ai.

After the chief sat down, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands in a daze, and said, "Go to sleep." ”

The army is a living collective, and the junior officers are with the sergeants all the time, and there is no chance to act alone at all.

"When! Dangdang! ”

The sound of bangzi passed by the camp gate, and the military officials who patrolled the night checked the military officials on duty at the camp gate, and the tun chief did not open his eyes, but raised his right hand and waved, indicating that he was still alive.

Not surprisingly, the sound of bangzi faded away.

Many of the officers who were to be inspected saw the night patrol officers go away, or wrapped themselves in coarse cloth cloaks, or sheepskins or deerskins, so that they could sleep more comfortably.

Deng Ai found the plain silk coat of the tun chief from the grass house, put it on himself, took off the grass clippings and carried it in his hand, and cautiously walked out of the camp gate.

Like a frost moon falling on the ground, Deng Ai used his hands and feet together, like Spider-Man, slowly moving along the passage between the camps.

Coming to the fence and antlers on the east side of the camp, Deng Ai easily drilled out the holes he had left.

The trickling water was in front of him, and the surface of the river glowed blue and white in the bright moonlight.

Deng Ai took out the bamboo flute inserted in his waist, and the eyelet of the bamboo flute had been blocked.

From memory, he rounded the trap outside the fence and reached the river.

Stepping on the cold mud of the riverbank, Deng checked it again, wrapped his whole body in straw sandals, and tied it with a cloth belt, he squatted by the river and scrubbed his legs and arms with the cold river water.

Once you have acclimatized, you will drop into the river and swim upstream.

Along the way, he encountered a riverside outpost, or a Wei army sentry riding across the river on horseback, so he dived into the water and used piccolo to breathe.

The sky was bright, and Deng Ai heard the neighing of horses in the distance, and showed his head to listen.

I heard a group of knights talking in a mixed accent of Nanjun, Guanzhong, and Nanyang, and they were fetching water by the river to make a fire.

One of the knights took a dozen steps downstream, unbuckled his belt, and was only four or five paces away from Deng Ai.

The knight commander who led the team scolded with a smile: "Xiaoman is farther away, if you let the military officer see you, I have to send you to serve Your Majesty." ”

Deng Xiaoman didn't look back, pushed his waist forward and replied with a smile: "The enemy is downstream, so it's okay." If it is poisoned, it will kill them and save them a lot of trouble. ”

When the young man had enough water, he heard another knight say: "You should really invite Xiahou to lead the army, and the enemy army will not attack itself." ”

At this time, where could Deng Ai endure it, he stood up suddenly, and raised his hands: "Han!" Chinese! Chinese! ”

He was shivering with cold, and the frightened Deng Xiaoman's legs fell into the water, and the rest of the knights either picked up their crossbows or opened their bows to take arrows, and one of them shouted: "Who is it?" ”

"Han! Chinese! ”

Deng Ai's voice changed color, he slowly walked to the river beach with his hands raised, knelt on the ground and trembled: "I! Chinese! Deng...... Deng Ai Ai! ”

Deng Xiaoman climbed up from the river and washed his face with water, always feeling that he might really not be able to do it.

He raised his foot to kick Deng Ai to vent his anger, but was pulled by the knight chief, and the knight chief squatted in front of Deng Ai and asked, "What is your name?" Where are you from? ”

"Nanyang! Freshno! Thorny Sun! Deng! Uncle...... Bo Miao, my brother! ”

Deng Ai clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked excitedly at the knight chief with two mustaches: "Xiahou, I'...... Recognize! ”