Bailichuan's body was shocked, his eyes were also deep, and he clenched his fists and replied, "No! ”

Zhang Ping still stroked his beard and did not speak. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The soldiers of Captain Wu Meng's battalion rushed to the night road unprecedentedly. In the past, the march would be at dusk, but this time it was dark for a long time, and the soldiers were still carrying torches.

The situation of night blindness in the camp of Captain Wu Meng is very serious, and the largest proportion of the military judges and the construction team are the people of Shanyue who have been taken captive near Jin'ou Village, and the long-term hardship of these people makes it difficult for these people to achieve balanced nutrition compared to the ordinary soldiers in the camp of Captain Wu Meng.

In addition to famous figures such as Baili Chuan and Baili Generals, the people brought out this time were all slightly or severely blurred.

The torches that lit them, while guiding the soldiers' direction, almost dazzled their eyes.

Ma Zhong has no shortage of food, and often eats fresh fish, and his situation is much better than others. The king took possession of his light, was very well nourished, and was not afraid to face the night.

In this way, the Baili generals were responsible for leading the way with torches, and Baili Chuan patrolled the team back and forth, and Wang Li took Fan Jiang and Zhang Da to press the formation behind.

After a sullen march for about half an hour, Zhang Ping's legs were almost on the horse, and he couldn't sit still, when he vaguely found a camp in front of him.

Ma Zhong personally led the Baili brothers in to check it out, and then ordered to enter the camp to rest.

Zhang Ping was already numb to this, and he felt that it was not surprising that this camp-cultivating Sima had conjured up a camp somewhere.

The troops entered the camp in a mighty way, checked the secret notes, cleaned the wellhead that had been pressed with wooden planks in advance, and immediately began to fetch water for cooking.

Bailichuan quickly arranged the defense of the camp, and those soldiers also entered their respective defensive positions in an orderly manner and put up their bunks. The hot rice was quickly prepared, and after use, under the leadership of the judges of the army, they all rested early in a disciplined way to recover their strength.

From the time they entered the camp to the time the soldiers began to rest, the whole process took less than an hour.

On the second day, when the day was just dawning, Bailichuan was full of vitality and shouted in the camp for the soldiers to gather.

Ma Zhong opened his eyes, and the fatigue in his body had not dissipated.

The continuous riding made his hips a little uncomfortable to the sides, and on this day, he very contrivedly helped a soldier who was not very sharp in his legs and feet after a sprain, and followed the group on foot.

The young soldier was grateful, and the marching team suddenly walked with great vigor, and Zhang Ping pouted when he saw it on his horse.

Fortunately, the road is in good condition, and the road has been sorted out by the construction team before. This army hurried and finally arrived at Bainiling near dusk.

Zhang Ping saw a camp much taller and larger than before from a distance, and he was a little curious, but he was sensitive to the fact that the atmosphere of the entire army seemed to be beginning to be completely different.

A dreary, depressing, and murderous atmosphere enveloped the prodigal army.

Ma Zhong squinted at the Bainiling in the distance, and calmly ordered, "Go to the distance to get water, and then bury the pot to make rice." ”

Zhang Ping asked curiously, "Sima, since there is a camp not far ahead, why don't you go to the camp and rest." It's a little inconvenient to cook on a fire in the wild. ”

Ma Zhong reluctantly laughed and didn't speak.

Baili brothers, Wang Li, Fan Jiang, and Zhang Da all glanced at Zhang Ping in admiration. Zhang Ping was a little stunned, he couldn't help but ask himself, is my Zhang Bozhi so popular now?

That's right, Zhang Ping had a word that made Ma Zhong spray his face, "Bozhi".

Whenever Zhang Ping wanted to win over the corrupt Ma Zhong to move closer to the civilian camp and affectionately call him "Boyang", Ma Zhong was a little at a loss and difficult to deal with.

Zhang Ping, Zhang Bozhi naturally won't worry too much about Ma Zhong in terms of titles. The two chatted and finished eating, but the army did not immediately withdraw from the camp.

Zhang Ping suppressed the curiosity in his heart again, and asked in wonder, "Boyang is so vigorous and resolute, why is it so slow to get close to the camp this time." ”

Ma Zhong swept over the full team of soldiers and said lightly, "Let them digest it for a while." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Ping was at a loss.

The soldiers looked at Ma Zhong with gratitude.

As the darkness grew thicker, Ma Zhong waved his hand and ordered, "Let's go, it's time to give an explanation to the brothers who stayed here." I have something to say to them. ”

Hearing this, the soldiers' hearts became heavy and complicated. According to Ma Zhong's instructions, they left their baggage behind and marched in line towards Bainiling.

Zhang Ping followed the team to that place in confusion, and after walking for a long time, he covered his nose and said, "It stinks!" ”

Although the corpses had been burned by the flames, over time, as the inside decomposed, the charred flesh on the outside broke at the touch of a touch. It's hard to see anymore.

Zhang Ping complained, seeing that the soldiers were walking in a dull manner, and several officers did not pick up, so they had to follow in a daze.

As we got closer to the camp, the smell of corpses became more and more pronounced. Zhang Ping has been to the front line many times to count his military exploits, and he has already figured out what is going on.

He asked with a not very good face, "Could it be that the bones of the soldiers have not been buried in the ground, and the remains are still exposed?" ”

Ma Zhong nodded silently.

Zhang Ping's gaze immediately sharpened, and his tone became stern, "What's going on?" Didn't Sima know that it was so easy to shake the morale of the army? How the soldiers below were born and died. ”

Ma Zhong bowed deeply, "What Gong Cao taught is that I still have an explanation that I haven't given to them, so I just left their souls here to listen." ”

Zhang Ping looked at him in surprise and didn't say anything more.

When they arrived at the camp gate, Ma Zhong still signaled Fan Jiang and Zhang Da to open the camp gate. Don't look at Ma Zhong often calling these two to do some dirty work, but Sima Youyou will only think of these two people, which makes many soldiers on Ma Zhong's side a little red at them.

Ma Zhong sealed the camp when he left before, and it took a lot of time for the two of them to dig and pry before the camp gate was loosened. Then the two took turns to slam into the door, and when the looseness became more and more severe, they directly broke open the gate with one foot.

Ma Zhong turned around and said to Zhang Ping, "Gong Cao, please." ”

Zhang Ping took a silk handkerchief and covered his nose into the camp gate, and looked at the corpse that still maintained the heartbreaking, dying and struggling shape by the firelight, and couldn't help but turn white on his face, and spit out with a "wow".

Seeing that Zhang Ping's body shook and he was about to stand unsteadily, Ma Zhong hurriedly helped him, "Be careful." ”

Zhang Ping stepped on it, and after standing firmly, Ma Zhong looked at his feet and thoughtfully didn't remind him much.

"Gong Cao, there are three camp walls here, and there is a watchtower on the innermost camp wall, so I will accompany you to go up and count some military merits."