Yunzhong is located in the northeast of Dingzhou, only one distance from Caizhou, but the terrain here is dangerous, surrounded by mountains on both sides, surrounded by water on one side, and only the direction of Liangcheng is due west.

At this time, the 30,000 blade troops of the Sixth Army had been assembled in Yunzhong City, and the commander was Hao Zifeng, the general of the Sanpin Huwei under Yan Hu, who was about the same age as Qiu Xin, and was also a battlefield veteran with rich combat experience.

Then it can be faintly seen from these people that Dayan's generals have had a fault since Yan Hu's generation, and they have always been in a state of lack of success.

At this time, the Great Yan Imperial Court, the youngest of the generals who can handle it, is also a person of Hao Zifeng's age, in the face of this situation, in fact, the Yan Imperial Court is also very clear, but most of those young generals died in the Yan Youchu Rebellion.

And these situations, as Hu Meng, who has always regarded Great Yan as an imaginary enemy, of course understands it clearly, so in the past 20 years, Hu Meng has not carried out a large-scale invasion of Yan State, which has also led to no large-scale war around Yan State, so the lack of talent of the generals can be described as an inevitable result.

This situation also led to the further corrosion of the army by the nobles of the Yan Kingdom, and countless children of powerful people took advantage of this gap to enter the military system openly under the secret operation of their high-ranking and powerful fathers.

At this moment, at the foot of the foothills thirty miles away from Yunzhong City, a loud horn sounded in the Yan army camp that stretched for dozens of miles, accompanied by the majestic drums, making the entire military camp even more full of slaughter.

The perspective zoomed in to the school field of the Chinese army camp, countless soldiers were neatly and solemnly lined up in a phalanx under the leadership of the generals of various departments, and everyone's eyes were looking at the point general platform located under the Chinese army's big tent.

A mighty veteran is pressing his sword with one hand, facing the vast crowd with bright armor in the audience, and is impassionedly making a final speech before leaving.

"Soldiers, we are the first reinforcements to be sent to the front, and I think you all know what that means."

After a slight pause, Hao Zifeng continued: "That's right, we are going to face a huge army of Humeng, who are in full swing, how can there be a word?" Cannon fodder! Yes, cannon fodder! ”

The soldiers below seemed to be starting to show some signs of commotion, but Hao Zifeng didn't care at all, and even Yan Wuji and Song Tao on the side couldn't help but secretly sweat for the old general.

I secretly said in my heart: "Is there such a morale booster as you?" If you don't know what to do, you think you're plotting against the forces! ”

I only heard Hao Zifeng continue, "But I want to ask you, are we really cannon fodder?" You must know that when Lao Tzu was a soldier and fought, he always stood in the first row! ”

There was a sea of exclamations below, because even those who had not really experienced war knew how cruel those soldiers standing in the first row had experienced.

As long as there is a person who has faced the enemy in the first row and can survive, then their status in the army is basically a straight rise, whether it is a reward or promotion, the army will first consider these people.

Now in the Sixth Legion, almost nine of the middle and senior generals who came out of the cold door have been in the vanguard, this is the so-called coexistence of opportunities and challenges, but the cruelty of this challenge is that as long as you fail once, you will never have a chance to start all over again.

And the veteran in front of him, the commander of the Blade Army, has always been the vanguard, which makes people have to admire his courage and luck.

"People say that wealth is in danger, and Lao Tzu thinks so, so the so-called cannon fodder, only cowards will think so, in Lao Tzu's view, it is a God-given opportunity, do you know what a good opportunity?"

The excited Hao Zifeng threw the question to the soldiers below who were gradually getting emotional.

"Make a difference!" Small voices began to rise and fall in the crowd.

"What you said is very right, but you have to say it loudly, use the roar, and shout those four words to Lao Tzu!" Hao Zifeng once again added fuel to the fire.

"Make a difference!" I don't know who roared first, and then the whole camp was like a raging giant, roaring in the mountain woodland, roaring into the sky.

Yan Wuji and Song Tao glanced at each other, and their hearts were worthy of being veterans in the army, whether it was prestige in the army or experience in governing the army, it was not comparable to them now.

Hao Zifeng pulled out his sword with a "bang", looked up to the sky and roared, "Panic the sky, bless me Dayan, the son and mother are majestic, and the son and son will return early!" ”

"The army is out!" A majestic and majestic command shouted from his mouth.

With a group of elite cavalry wearing black armor and holding hunting flags, they drove out of the gate of the camp, and the soldiers were like ant colonies that were moving, slowly emptying the originally lively Lushan camp.

The 30,000 men were basically lightly armed, each carrying only enough dry food for about five days, and the baggage troops of the large army slowly fell behind.

From Yunzhong to the town of Shema, if the cavalry marched all the way, it would only take three days, and the infantry was a little slower, but it only took five days.

However, because it was now known that there were 60,000 Humeng people outside Xiema Town, Hao Zifeng did not use the speed of light troops, although he was worried about the safety of Xiema Town that might fall at any time, but this could not be a reason for him to take the risk of marching quickly.

Because the Humeng army outside the town of Nashema, although they could not attack the town of Shema for a long time, it was because they were not good at siege warfare, but if they were in the field, their cavalry was a nightmare for everyone.

Moreover, the other side waited for work at ease, and used the elite soldiers with sufficient rest and recuperation, against the tired soldiers who came from a long distance, and the results were naturally self-evident.

Therefore, Hao Zifeng planned to use slow walking, stop and go all the way, and maintain the peak state of the physical fitness of the soldiers in the army at any time, with his plan, he would reach the detection range of Hu Meng's army at noon in the next ten days, and at that time, the pressure on Xiema Town would naturally be much less.

And his own side can also fight steadily and steadily, step by step towards the Humeng camp, even if it can't really defeat the enemy, but it can also play a sufficient deterrent effect, so that it will not dare to take an effective offensive against Xiema Town easily.

However, although he was not in a hurry, some people were full of anxiety and worry after seeing his slow marching speed, and even gradually became dissatisfied with this veteran who had admired him a lot.

And this person is Yan Wuji!

Yan Wuji went to Hao Zifeng's big tent many times because he was worried about Xiema Town and the robe that was still stationed at this time, and asked Hao Zifeng to use a rapid march to the rescue.

But they were persuaded by the other party's good words, until today, this is the third day of the army's march, in Yan Wuji's opinion, if the rapid march is adopted, the vanguard of the army has arrived at the periphery of Xiema Town at this time, and rescued Xiema Town.

Moreover, Yan Wuji didn't know where he heard the gossip, and knew a past story of Hao Zifeng and Qiu Xin not dealing with each other, so Yan Wuji now has every reason to believe that Hao Zifeng is deliberately delaying the speed of the march at this time for the sake of personal vendetta and not saving him when he dies.

With this thought, Yan Wuji's psychology was that the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and after turning around in his tent dozens of times, he came to Hao Zifeng's handsome tent again angrily to ask for a meeting.

Fortunately, he has not been so angry that he has lost his mind and forcibly broke in, knowing that trespassing on the marshal's tent is tantamount to a mutiny in the army, and whoever it is, will be immediately beheaded.

Therefore, no matter how angry Yan Wuji was in his heart, he could only wait obediently outside the big tent, waiting for Hao Zifeng's summons.

And Hao Zifeng sat in the handsome tent with a headache and held his forehead with his hands, feeling a headache about Yan Wuji's repeated invitations, if he had changed Qiu Xin, it is estimated that he would have avoided Yan Wuji a long time ago, but what he Hao Zifeng couldn't see the most was Qiu Xin's elm pimple that only recognized death.

So up to now, Qiu Xin is still a fourth-grade battalion commander, and he has become a third-grade general, commanding an army, you must know that although there is only this gap between the first grade, it is an insurmountable gap.

Hao Zifeng's strength over Qiu Xin is not his military ability, but his ability to behave in the world, many people get along with Qiu Xin, and sometimes they can't help but want to press Qiu Xin to the ground and beat him.

And when you get along with Hao Zifeng, you will have the same pleasure and ease as getting along with your best friends, which is the difference between the two.

So in the face of Yan Wuji's matter, Hao Zifeng was a little hesitant, he knew that he should decisively refuse Yan Wuji's invitation, but out of consideration for his identity, he chose to compromise.

Sure enough, as soon as Yan Wuji came in, he asked for battle again, Hao Zifeng looked at the stunned young man in front of him with a little headache, and began to doubt what the Sixth Legion would be like when it was completely handed over to him in the future.

With a sigh in his heart, Hao Zifeng suddenly felt that in the long run, it was necessary to take this opportunity to teach Yan Wuji a good lesson, so that he could grow.

But the price of this lesson seems to be a little too great, and it is very likely that the 30,000 blade troops, including him, and the town of Shema will become the price of this lesson.

But without this lesson, the future price may be the 200,000 troops of the Sixth Legion, or even the entire Yan Empire.

After weighing the two phases, Hao Zifeng suddenly frowned, and made a decision.

"I can hand over the Cavalry Camp to you, but can you think about the consequences after that?" Hao Zifeng suddenly solemnly fixed Yan Wuji, his eyes full of majesty.

Yan Wuji was slightly stunned in his heart, with a bad premonition, but he was instantly diluted by the anxiety in his heart, so he also solemnly hugged his fists and said: "The last general will be saved, and he will definitely live up to his mission and ensure the safety of Xiema Town!" ”

Hao Zifeng laughed and patted Yan Wuji's shoulder, "Then without further ado, you take my general order to the Xiao Cavalry Battalion to pass the order, and you will temporarily take the position of the commander of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, and ask Zhang Erhu to come to me for the time being." ”

Yan Wuji was overjoyed in his heart, but his face couldn't see how much had changed, after going through so much, the city still had this, and after receiving Hao Zifeng's general order, he hugged his fists again and hurriedly retreated.