Tong Guan, who commanded 100,000 troops but sat in Xiongzhou, is now like drinking too much of Fanlou's Meishou famous brew, and his feet are fluttering. He didn't drink Shou Mei, but just received a return from Xin Xingzong of the front-line West Route Army, and learned from the letter that Yang Keshiqin, the former commander of the army, led more than 2,000 elite cavalry troops to raid successfully, and fought fiercely repeatedly, killing more than 5,000 of the Fan army. With 2,000 to kill and retreat 5,000 troops, this has been a victory with Fan people in a few years, just with this record, it is enough for Yang Keshi to turn two officials, one merit can be promoted to two levels, and this merit is happy to meet the officials, it is more than two orders.

What made Tong Guan even more excited was that this Yang Datou was able to hook the king of the four armies of the Fan Army away from the Laishui camp and rush to Wuhui Ridge. Only then did Xin Xingzong dare to send troops, and the army crossed the river and went straight to the camp of the army. Now Xin Xingzong has crossed the Baigou River in the rear and is stationed in the west of Dingxing City, and Wang Yuan, the vanguard army, is now going straight to Zhuozhou, and will soon seize the camp.

Tong Guan happily stroked a few whiskers under his chin, pondering how to polish this news and report it as his Tong Guan's strategy, how to send two thousand elite horsemen to lure the snake out of the hole, how he Tong Guan went out to scout the military situation, and how to send a large army in time to approach Zhuozhou, and use this series of victories to invite the boss for credit.

In the spacious room, all kinds of utensils are spotless, the smoker is burning with refreshing and clean incense, and the ground is covered with a carpet woven by famous people in Shu, and there are wooden planks on the ground, but it is not worthy of his identity as a two-way Xuanfu envoy, and even Xin Xingzong's tent is covered with a thick carpet, and Tong Guan is naturally indispensable in the room. Tong Guan tasted a mouthful of top-grade tribute fragrant tea in his mouth, swallowed the tea fragrance in his mouth and the joy in his heart, and felt refreshed at this time.

The staff in the room have already known the content of the military report in front, but they are all obediently waiting for the best time to compliment, at this moment peeking at Tong Guan's face, seeing Tong Guan's face happy, feeling that the time has come, they have congratulated Tong Guan, and all of them praised Tong Guan for "strategizing to win a thousand miles", "Xuan Shuai is accurate as a god". Praise Tong Guan also felt that he really had the feeling of winning a thousand miles, and smiled at everyone: "This is to seek movement in silence, it is when the capital is about to send troops, the official secret room holy oracle, the Tao is the time of meditation, and it has been granted by the Taishang Laojun." "Tao Te Ching" has a saying: If you are light, you will lose your roots, and if you are rash, you will lose your king, and if you want to be uneducated by the saints, how can you fight my dignified Chinese soldiers? ”

Tong Guan couldn't help but secretly admire his casual words, if he wrote these words into the urgent side newspaper, the official family would naturally be happy in front of the hundred officials, thinking of this, Tong Guan was happy and praised himself for a while, before he changed his words and said: "This time to restore the miraculous skills of Youyan, you will have to help, and I will ask for credit for you." ”

When the staff looked at it, they saw that Tong Guan intended to thank the guests, and they were busy with their hard work, so they turned around and retreated, leaving Tong Guan to hide in the room and continue to polish his side newspaper.

The sun sets early in the mountains, and now even though it is summer, it is gradually getting darker under the dense cover of the mountains and forests, and it is getting dark.

Yang Keshi couldn't stand on his feet now, the war horse under his crotch was exhausted as soon as he ran into the mountain, the iron helmet on his head had long since run away, and his legs couldn't move when the iron leaf skirt fell, so he took it off and threw it away. At this moment, his hair was scattered, his hand was clutching the only remaining spear, and there were only more than 300 people left around him, all of them were like him, stained with blood, scarred, and incomplete armor, all of them were equally exhausted. Of the 2,500 elite soldiers, there are now 300 left, which is already very good. You know, they inserted all the way into the Liao realm, and before they had time to rest, they encountered five hundred Liao cavalry at the foot of this mountain, and pursued them all the way for thirty miles, and arrived in the south of Yizhou City, where Xiao Gan's 4,000-man vanguard army counterattacked. This Liao people's distant barrier is really powerful, once encountered, it is like a wolf pack that smells blood, chasing after it. From noon to unitary hour, three hours down, the water and rice did not enter, even fighting the enemy, and successively rushed for more than sixty or seventy miles, it is very good to be able to survive here. Fortunately, the 2,500 elite men under his command were almost one enemy and two, and they did not show weakness, fighting to the death, so that there were only 3,500 people left in the Liao army, and there were more than 300 elite soldiers here in their own house, and in the end, Xiao Gan personally led the army to come.

Thinking of this, Yang Keshi couldn't help but want to laugh a few times, but he really didn't have the strength. His own more than 2,000 people are also considered successful, and when Xiao Gan has not yet understood, he will lead Xiao Gan to lead the army to come and make a gap for the Xin system, so as to cross the river while he is here. Think of my 50,000 troops, as long as I cross the river and march step by step, are you still afraid of these more than 10,000 Liao troops?!

Yang Keshi and his subordinates originally had about 300 people, but seeing that Xiao Gan led the army to kill, at this time the people were exhausted, not to mention that they had no strength, even if they had strength, they couldn't smash stones with eggs, and be a big fool? One by one, they all threw away their burdens, just holding the blade in their hands, led by Yang Keshi, and ran in the direction of the mountain along the way. Hate to be caught up by Xiao Gan's army at the foot of the mountain, a battle for a while, the dozens of brothers who were guarding the back fought to the death, only to give Yang Keshi and them the opportunity to win, they had no burden, that person wore armor, and led the horse, so he got rid of the army and hid in the mountain.

Got rid of the Fanjun, and after coming up to the mountain, he found that there was a cottage at the end of the road, but the wall was solid, the gate was closed, and there were guards on it. The western slope of the mountain is gentle and easy to walk, Yang Keshi and others concealed their figures, and continued to shuttle to the hillside in the forest, until a high place in the forest, there was no Liao chasing soldiers, Yang Keshi gave the order to rest on the spot, and these three hundred people sat down to rest.

Yang Keshi sat down against a tree, put down the spear, took out the dough cake in his arms, took a hard bite first, and swallowed it after chewing a few bites, regardless of the hot pain in his throat. A soldier took the spring water from a nearby mountain spring and sent it to Yang Keshi, just on the water, the gnawed dough cake was easy to swallow, and then Yang Keshi felt a pain in his left shoulder, and only then did he remember the arrow that was shot when he was fighting with Fanren. At that time, although he gritted his teeth and tore off the iron arrows and let the soldiers bandage them hastily, after a battle, he had already loosened, and the blood still oozed from time to time. Fortunately, the Fanren arrow was only a rounded arrow, and there were no barbs, so the wound did not expand.

His soldiers were also scattered on the grass, some were helping their siblings to tie up their wounds, some were hurrying to devour dry food like him, and some were lying down and already asleep.

The insects in the grass chirped leisurely one after another, the birds that nested in the trees in the distance flew over the forest, and the cool breeze in the mountains blew, and the clothes that had long been soaked with sweat for several layers suddenly made people feel a chill through the cool breeze.

"At this time, light a fire, that's called beauty." A soldier with a Shaanxi accent said to himself.

"Fire! Look, there's fire! A soldier shouted.

"You melon egg, Lao Tzu is just saying, where is the fire?" The Shaanxi dialect scolded.