A beam of light fell from the sky, and landed on the shore of the water in front of the Tiger Prison Pass. It landed on a faintly shiny blade, the edge of which was clear, and a cold glow glowed in the light of the sky.

In the cold light, on the glowing blade, an endless piece of black armor was reflected, and rows and rows of military formations composed of black armor were lined up in front of the barracks.

The cold wind blew uncontrollably, blowing head-on, tugging at the banners of the army and blowing the collars of the soldiers.

The people seemed to be frozen there, motionless, and many of them had their heads bowed, and the expressions on their faces were not clear, but when they came to think of it, there should be no expressions.

All the soldiers in the barracks have gathered here.

Sun Jian stood in front of the military formation with a knife in his hand, looking to the west.

Looking west from the barracks, you can see the camp tent and the bonfire in the camp under the tiger prison in the distance.

About two days ago, this army had been stationed outside the Tiger Prison Pass, and it seemed that it was the vanguard of Dong Zhuo's army, and it was stationed there to find an opportunity to repel Sun Jian's troops, or it may be to test the strength of the princes.

However, in the past two days, Dong Zhuo's first army has not moved, but they are stationed outside the Tiger Prison Pass and camped without defense, I don't know what they are planning.

Whatever you do, let's test it today.

Sun Jian grasped the hilt of his sword, turned around, and looked around the military formation.

Standing in a row were four generals on horseback, seeing Sun Jian turn his head, he raised the blade in his hand slightly and bowed his head to salute.

Sun Jian nodded, looked behind the four generals, and landed on a soldier in the military formation.

The soldier had his head bowed, his shoulders trembling slightly, and the brim of his helmet was obscure, making it impossible to see what his face looked like.

Sun Jian stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You, put your head up."

The soldier looked up, and tears flowed down his face, and the tears were frozen on his face by the cold wind, and a thin layer of frost was formed.

"What are you crying for?" Sun Jian asked lightly.

"General." The soldier's shoulders trembled and his teeth gritted.

"I'm afraid."

It should be a ridiculous thing for a man to cry in front of people and say I'm afraid.

But at this time, no one laughed at him on both sides of the military formation, because everyone was afraid, and the man just happened to cry.

After leaving the army, no one knows what will happen, whether it will be victory or defeat, death or life.

Sun Jian's hand slowly clenched, grabbed the soldier's shoulder armor, and was silent for a while before asking.

"What's your name and where do you live?"

The soldier didn't understand what Sun Jian meant, he knew that crying was not angry, and he knew that it was a spineless thing, but when he thought that if he died, the old man in the family would be helpless, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

People are always very strange, they always don't feel anything, and when they really feel like they're going to lose something, they feel like they're going to cry.

The whole family waited for his military pay to eat, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, no different from two generations having died.

"Chang Cheng, I live in Changsha and Ningxiang."

The soldier replied intermittently.

"Don't cry anymore!" Sun Jian looked at the soldier with a sharp expression: "Give me some strength!" ”

As he spoke, his face came to the soldier, pressed against his forehead, and a pair of eyes glared at him.

"When you get there, either they die or you die, or if you die, don't let me cry like this."

"Don't lose the face of our Jiangdong Erlang!"

The soldier was stunned by Sun Jian's drinking, and stood in place at a loss.

Sun Jian gave him another hard look, pushed the soldier away, turned around and walked to his horse, and got on the horse.

He took a few steps forward with the reins, and suddenly, he turned his head to look at the sluggish soldier.

"Ningxiang, Changcheng. I remember, and kill the enemy, and if I die, I will order someone to give you a bereavement and give it to your family. ”

As he spoke, Sun Jian's eyes raised and looked at all the soldiers in the formation: "You are the same." ”

Although there is a law in the Western Zhou Dynasty, "where the army is marching, the officials have died, give them funeral tools, and return to the tomb, this is the way of the whole country."

But in the army, most of the time if you die, you die, no one will collect your body, you should be buried in a place on the battlefield, not to mention any compensation.

However, Sun Jian's army was compensated, not given by the imperial court but by the local government, to eliminate the soldiers' worries and improve their combat capabilities.

How much is a soldier's pension?

It's about half a penny, but it's actually about the same.

In this world, two hanging money can buy a sword, and half a hanging money can buy a human life.

"Bang."

There was a sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard, and the ancient ingot knife on Sun Jian's waist was slowly pulled out and held in his hand.

Raise the long knife and point it at the barracks outside the Tiger Prison Pass.

"Out of the army!"

The army was drawn, and the soldier who stayed there held the spear in his hand, and finally, he walked firmly towards the road ahead, he did not want to die, so he could only kill others and come back.

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"Report!"

A man's voice came from outside the tent.

Hua Xiongpan sat in front of the table in the tent, looking a little casual.

"Come in."

As he said lightly, a leader pushed open the curtain of the tent and walked in.

When he saw Hua Xiong, he bowed down on one knee.

"General, Sun Jian's troops have begun to march."

"Oh." Hua Xiong sat at the table and smiled softly: "Really? I thought they would be waiting for a few days. ”

"I think I came here because I saw that our army was standing still, and I wanted to test it." The general, who was half-kneeling on the ground, spoke up.

"That's how it should be." Hua Xiong raised his eyebrows and looked at the general who was kneeling on the ground.

"Only defeat, not victory, but understand?"

The general's face hesitated: "But general, this time our army is a defender, if it is easily defeated, I am afraid that the other party will not believe it, and it is difficult to make it take it lightly." ”

"Then just add something and make them believe it?"

Hua Xiong said with a smile, his tone was full of indifference, but it made the kneeling general a little cramped.

"General, what should I do?"

"When Sun Jian's army arrives, you can be defeated when you lead the troops to fight for a while, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

"You go and call the deputy general Hu Zhen." Pointing out of the tent, Hua Xiong's voice said in a non-serious voice.

The general bowed his head and retreated silently.

Hua Xiong wanted his subordinates to feint defeat, and then retreated to Guanzhong, in order to wait for Sun Jian's carelessness to attack him at night, but at this time, he still needed a reason to convince Sun Jian that they were really defeated.

It was probably after a pillar of incense that Hua Xiong and the others were a little impatient, and only then did a general walk outside the camp tent.

"General, Hu Zhen came to receive the order."

Here's why.

A smile appeared on Hua Xiong's rough face, and he beckoned outside: "General Hu, come in." ”