The snow was falling, and the road was extremely difficult to walk, but everyone was a strong martial artist, and at this time, the speed was just a little slower than usual.

When it was dark again, they found a small temple and rested in it.

In fact, Lin Chong has been in a very bad mood these days, and whenever he thinks that he has become a death row prisoner, he feels sad and miserable.

Originally, I thought about going to see my wife after serving my sentence, but now it seems that there is no hope at all, and I can only hide in the future, or I will be left in the grass.

Wang Yue understood Lin Chong's mood very well, so he always chatted with Lin Chong along the way to relieve Lin Chong's depression.

Sitting by the fire, the two talked about the art of war.

Lin Chong, as the head of the 800,000 forbidden army, is not only strong in martial arts, but also proficient in the art of war, and has his own set.

"Brother, I learned a lot of formations, but unfortunately it's useless now." Lin Chong said gloomily.

"Why is my brother so pessimistic? I believe that it will definitely be useful in the future...... In fact, brother, the formation is sometimes not so important, and you can't just rely on the formation on the battlefield. Think about it, if we suddenly run into the enemy, where will we have time to set up a formation? Wang Yue said.

In the Song Dynasty, the generals fought according to the formation map, and the role of the formation in the army was constantly exaggerated, and in the end, the generals were not even allowed to change it without authorization, otherwise they would be severely punished even if they won the battle.

Lin Chong has been in the forbidden army for many years, and naturally attaches great importance to the formation, but Wang Yue feels that this is not a good thing.

"This ...... After all, the formation is the right way. Lin Chong frowned.

"This is a bad statement, the way of using troops is nothing more than a surprise victory, and the formation is just a stub. Winning with wonder, defending with integrity, using the wonders, and keeping one mind, this is the real art of war. Wang Yue said.

Wang Yue is also talking on paper, and many of the words just now are Yue Fei's military thoughts. Yue Fei was the most famous military master of the Song Dynasty, and now I don't know if he was born. Wang Yue is going to pick a few words to talk to Lin Chong first, and see if he can inspire Lin Chong.

Lin Chong listened and nodded constantly, pondering from time to time.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and everyone walked more and more slowly, and it took them three days to rush back to Dongping.

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It is said that Xuanhe entered Bianliang City in batches with twenty soldiers.

"Stop! Hold it! ......" Suddenly there was a chaotic shouting outside the window, and the sound of chaotic and hurried footsteps.

Xuanhe heard the movement outside the window, and immediately walked to the window and pushed it open. I saw that on the street at night, more than a dozen people were chasing a person, and passers-by hurriedly dodged. The dozen or so people who were chasing were all wearing official uniforms, and the person being chased seemed to be a fat monk, wearing monk's robes, holding a Zen staff in his hand, panting, and running forward with his back to this side, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Xuan He's heart moved and remembered a person that Wang Yue often mentioned, and hurriedly said to his senior brother Xuan Zhi: "I think that monk should be a good person, let's go with him, and if it is worth saving, save him!" Xuan Zhi immediately said: "I'll go and greet everyone!" Then he hurried away.

After a while, Xuanhe Xuanzhi led a dozen people to leave the inn in a hurry with their burdens, and Xuanping was left behind to guard the luggage.

After Xuanhe and a dozen other people left the inn, he asked one person to follow those people, and then a dozen of them went into a remote alley, untied the burden on their backs, opened it, took out the official clothes and changed them, and then quickly left the alley. Xuanhe, why do they have official clothes? It turned out that on the way back, Xuanhe saw a group of officials bullying the people, set a trap to trick the officials into the woods and kill them, and got more than a dozen sets of official clothes. Xuanhe also did this as a precautionary measure, in order to hide himself at some time so that it would be easier to act, and now it really came in handy. The officials of the Song Dynasty, whether they were in the capital or in the locality, had similar clothing, generally only in the cuffs or the trim on the collar, and the others were exactly the same, and ordinary people could not distinguish them at all.

More than a dozen people rushed to an uninhabited woodland in the city, only to see that the dozen or so officials were besieging the fat monk. Those officials are all strong in martial arts, and two of them are even more outstanding, and Xuan He estimates that even if those three people are not as good as themselves, they are on par with the team leader under him. However, the monk who was besieged was even more remarkable, a iron Zen staff danced like a tiger, a dragon soared and a tiger leaped, and the dozen or so high-level martial arts officials were even close for a while! He roared angrily while waving his Zen staff: "Dog thief, you villain! I'm going to kill you! ”

The fair-skinned middle-aged man laughed while attacking the fat monk: "Monk, if you want to take revenge, I'm afraid that there is no chance, and you are the one who died tonight." The fat monk was so angry that he shouted and danced a pole of iron Zen staff like a windmill, and the wind was howling. Everyone hurriedly retreated to avoid the edge for a while, and when his momentum slackened, he besieged it again. The fat monk's situation is even more dangerous.

Seeing this, Xuanhe prepared to save people. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the woods. Xuanhe hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see many torches pouring into the woods and rushing towards this side, and by the light of the fire, it was faintly visible that many city patrol officers and soldiers were coming.

Xuanhe immediately asked everyone to hide and watch the changes.

The two dozen officers and soldiers rushed to the scene, and the fighting at the scene was temporarily stopped.

The officer shouted, "Who are you?" What are you doing? Put down your arms early, or you'll die on the spot! ”

The middle-aged man who was scolded by the fat monk turned his sword upside down and walked up to the officer, took out a sign and showed it to the officer. When the officer saw this, he was shocked, and hurriedly ordered his troops to put away their blades, and then stepped forward and bowed his waist and humbly apologized: "The villain doesn't know that the guards of the Taiwei Mansion are doing things here, and if you offend, I hope to forgive you!" ”

The middle-aged man held the sign in his arms and said, "Those who don't know are not guilty." ”

The officer hurriedly flattered: "I don't know if the adults want the villain's help?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "No need. ”

There was a sudden commotion at the scene, shouts were heard, and the clashing of weapons rang out. The middle-aged man hurriedly looked back, only to see that the fat monk was waving a Zen staff and ramming into the encirclement. The middle-aged man didn't think about it, and immediately danced his knife to join the battle group. More than a dozen masters fought around the fat monk, more than a dozen cold lights flickered, and the fat monk was like a tiger surrounded by wolves, although it was fierce, but he couldn't get out.

A soldier walked up to the officer and whispered, "Chief, aren't we going up?" ”

The officer sneered, "Mind our!" Let's go! Then he led his sergeants out of the scene.