We have to be fast, and we have to be quick. Clean up the battlefield and run away.

We don't want to be Zhang Liao, Yu Ban, and Lejin Three Armies to make dumplings.

If you can beat it, you can fight, and if you can't beat it, you can run. Guerrilla warfare, suitable for any dynasty.

Fortunately, we don't have many people, and we have material baggage. It is not easy to find a deep mountain and old forest to hide, and it is not easy to find us.

Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself. At the end of the battle, we were left with less than a thousand men, nine hundred and seventy-three heads.

On the bright side, half of us finally got weapons.

We finally had rations and about seventy horses.

The corpses of comrades were hastily buried, and the corpses of the enemy were too late. We loaded up our supplies and began to retreat.

The official road can't go, that's because he thinks his life is long. I bet Zhang Liao's cavalry was already on its way.

Only to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, our convoy struggled forward.

The road is difficult, the speed is too slow, the old fox desperately urges. Fortunately, the mountain here is high but the forest is not dense, so we can build bridges and pave roads along the bottom of the mountain when encountering water.

Some roads are really difficult to walk, horse-drawn carts can't be pulled, and manpower can't be pushed. We had to reluctantly throw away the excess baggage to lighten the weight of the carriage.

We have to be fast, time is the difference between victory and defeat. If we are caught up by cavalry, we are in great danger.

The old fox was like a ghost, and he asked Xian Xian to take Xiao Juan and them to break off, and they dismantled all the traces left by our passing.

The girl is careful. They carefully swept the traces of the wheels with branches, and now Zhang Liao's cavalry arrived without any clue, and we seemed to disappear out of thin air.

We actually headed in the direction of Guancheng, and the old fox didn't sell it to me this time.

Guancheng, Cao Cao's heavy grain and grass land. We ate his small convoy, and he must have felt that the city was no longer safe.

Besides, Cao Cao needed to go south, so he would carry away the baggage of the city. Once the baggage of the city is carried away, it will be empty.

When Cao Cao goes south, we will take Guancheng in one fell swoop, like a sharp sword inserted into Cao Cao's heart. Then we recruited and expanded our territory.

The old fox's plan is perfect, that's what we think we do.

Now attacking the city is death, and we must first find a place to stand.

There is a Mao'er Mountain on the west side of Guancheng, the mountain is quite steep, and we take it as our foothold.

The sheep are good at making tools for life, and we build tents and military fences. Light and dark sentinels were set up at the foot of the mountain.

Bearing hardships and standing hard work is the glorious tradition of our nation. We have food and grass, and we have camps. It's a world of difference from when you're running for your life.

But these rations are really hard to swallow, and the coarse corn and the pot helmet as hard as a stone are our staple food.

Corn and multigrain porridge, you drink it like a handful of rice in your throat, let alone think about the pot helmet. A bite can break your teeth, only with water blisters.

Jerky is a rarity, just rubbed with salt and dried, like chewing wax.

These rations, other than providing you with calories, have no taste at all.

In this way, it is a luxury for our soldiers to be fed. It was on these things that our ancestors fought in the north and south.

Today's salary was paid, so the soldiers looked forward to it. I can no longer call them sheep, because after a terrible battle with cold weapons, although it is a third-rate baggage army. We've finally got some soldiers.

The old fox is not going to let me appear today, saying that he will continue to maintain some bullshit mystery.

I am now an immortal in the eyes of the soldiers, especially after the battle of the valley of the first line. They are even more convinced of it.

But I can't hold it back, I don't want to be stuffy in the tent and pretend to be a ghost. Despite the old fox's objections, I had to participate. The old fox had no choice but to agree.

A large open space outside the tent was filled with soldiers, and as soon as I came out, they began to bow down.

The monkeys had no choice but to kneel and worship, and it is estimated that they had already scolded my ancestors countless times in their hearts.

My parents died early, and I never saw my ancestors. Let them scold.

I stood at the front of the line, and the old fox stood in the middle of me. Slim was temporarily transferred by me to be my retinue.

The calf has to be pretended, it's fucking tiring to live like this.

I waved my hand slowly, "Let's all get up."

Then they knelt down again, and then they got up.

Slim brought over a piece of wood that I would call a chair, and I sat down. Then continue to make my tablet-like statue, and then it's time for the old fox to perform.

"Soldiers! You've worked hard. Thanks to our White Dragon God, it is our White Dragon God who blesses us, and we have fought a great victory. ”

The soldiers began to bow down again, and I was distraught when I knelt. I really want to jump up and tell them what kind of bullshit fairy Wang Pao Dan is, Lao Tzu is a person, a mortal.

But if I do that, I'm sure I'll break up immediately. I am their faith, their cohesion.

The old fox continued: "We will reward those who are brave in battle, and punish those who retreat and make mistakes. Bring it on! ”

The old fox beckoned, and the two soldiers brought up a cringing fellow. I recognized the kid who accidentally rolled off the stone in the valley of the first line, and the guy who rushed into the enemy army with a chariot.

The guy winced, visibly terrified.

"What's your name?" The old fox asked.

The guy tugged at the corner of his coat like a woman, staring at the crowd below. It was only after half a sound that a few words popped out of his mouth: "I'm called Da Niu."

"Da Niu, do you know the sin?" The old fox shouted.

The guy named Da Niu knelt down with a 'poof' on his legs like chaff, "Wronged, sir."

It is estimated that this goods were frightened out of the shadow by the officials of the county government since childhood, kneeling there like a puddle of mud.

The old fox obviously didn't expect this to happen, and he made up his mind: "Big bull, you don't listen to the command. Rolling down the rocks exposed the target, causing our army to lose the battle, and should have been beheaded! ”

The crowd began to discuss, and many people were upset about the big bull, afraid of my 'divine might', and no one stood up to accuse.

"Our white dragon god thinks of you as loyal, so the net is open. Come on! Drag it down and replay the 20 boards! ”

Two of our diehards immediately pinned down the bull and two men with sticks began to beat them violently.

If the soldiers are not cut evenly, the old fox's trick is called a cane and a stick.

The soldiers below were silent, apparently to a rather useful effect.

If there was another war, such a mistake would be almost fatal, so the old fox did the right thing.

After hitting the board, the big bull could no longer stand. was supported by two diehards, and it was obvious that the board was not lightly beaten.

"Where there is a punishment, there is a reward!" The old fox has a serious expression, he is good at this kind of performance.

"Now we will reward the brave soldiers in this battle!"

The old fox walked up to the big bull, but the big bull didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

"There was a warrior who single-handedly rode into the enemy's army. Disrupting the enemy's position has made a great contribution to our great victory. Bounty 100 taels! ”

So she brought a hundred taels of gold and brought it to the old fox.

"Big bull! He deserves to be the first warrior of our army! ”

Da Niu raised his head blankly, he was still in a dream.

The crowd immediately exploded, and the five-body body that was originally uneven for the big cow now admired threw himself to the ground.

The combat effectiveness is low, and accidents occur one after another. So I had to straighten it out.

The rewards and punishments are clear, the old fox is buying people's hearts, and he succeeded.

We are stationed in Mao'er Mountain, and to put it nicely, the army is stationed. In fact, it is a group of bandits who gather in the mountains and forests.