When the convoy was out of sight, in the strange eyes of the soldiers defending the city, Tian Dan laughed out loud with a sad expression: "The dragon returns to the sea and Ren Junyue, I understand!" I understand! With that, Tian Dan turned around and returned with the guards.

In the Shili Pavilion outside the city, Zhao Jie's partners set up a table of good wine and food. When the brothers met, they filled their chests with righteousness, and after drinking freely, Zhao Jie played the sword and sang: "I am leaving Fengyue Tower in the east today, and the fireworks will go to Xianyang in March." Don't worry about the road ahead, there are no friends, and the heroes of the world will make friends. ”

After singing, he gave up his hand, strode away, and without saying a word, walked straight towards the convoy. After Zhao Jie got into the carriage, the convoy continued to slowly move towards the west, heading towards Xianyang in the distance.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. Bai Yufa is on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. "Chic and uninhibited, the singing voice with empty eyes came out of Zhao Jie's mouth, and everyone who heard it was hurt.

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Fukou Mountain, one of the "Taihang Eight Mountains", there is Drum Mountain in the north, Shenlu Mountain in the south, and the Fuyang River flows through it. The mountains are towering, the terrain is dangerous, and it has been a natural transportation artery connecting Shandong and Hebei since ancient times. This traffic artery passes through Cishan, Xiangtang and Lucheng, leading to the Shangdang area, which has been a battleground for soldiers since ancient times, and has naturally become the only way for Zhao Jie to travel.

Set foot on the Fukou Pass, walk through the mountains, and arrive at Dongyang Pass one day later. Since the Fukou is the least undulating of the eight Taihang mountains, pedestrians do not feel too tired. Like many soldiers who must fight for the place, Fukou has a long history, achieved many heroes, and witnessed the division of the Chinese land again and again.

Crossing the Dongyang Pass, walking slowly, you will soon be able to go to the Shangdang area.

Shangdang, the earth is extremely high, and the sky is the party, so it is called Shangdang. It is a piece of high ground surrounded by mountains. It is bordered by the Taihang Mountains to the east and the Taiyue Mountains to the west; To the north are mountains such as Wuyun Mountain and Bafu Mountain, and to the south are Danzhu Mountain and Jinquan Mountain.

Xunzi called Shangdang "Shangdi", because of its dangerous terrain, since ancient times it has been a place for soldiers to fight, and the people have known as "the party can hope to get the Central Plains".

Relying on Jinyang, Zhao occupied the northern part of the Shangdang region, which was thus separated from Korea. On the southeastern border, Lucheng, the center of the Zhao state, and Shangdangcheng, the northern capital of Korea, are only a rounding distance in a straight line.

The distance of a house is about 30 miles, which is not very long, and pedestrians can walk it in about a day. However, in the era of the Warring States Period, it was almost impossible to give up one day at a time on this border of Han Zhao.

Tang Wudi, the defender of Lucheng, was the confidant of the general Lian Po, and he heard about Zhao Jie's arrival early and greeted Zhao Jie and his party outside Lucheng.

"The last general will meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." As soon as Tang Wudi saw Zhao Jie, he bowed and said: "The general has sent a message, please ask His Highness to stay in Jincheng temporarily, it seems that there is something important to discuss." ”

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Jinyang City, built by Dong Anyu, the minister of Zhao Jianzi, the secretary of the Jin State in the late Spring and Autumn Period. The city is adjacent to Jinshui in the north, leans on the hanging urn mountain in the east, there is a husband when the pass, the trend of ten thousand people is not opened, it is one of the male cities in the world.

Jinyang City, Saturday, the strongest base of the Zhao family. It was once the capital of Zhao State, and now it is the political, economic and cultural center west of Taihang Mountain of Zhao State, and the general Lian Po led 30,000 troops to be stationed here.

As the top leader assigned by the central government to the Shangdang region, Lian Po not only had to deal with all kinds of military affairs, but also took charge of all kinds of administrative affairs. Since he led these 30,000 Handan soldiers through Dongyang Pass, all kinds of troubles have been pouring in towards Lian Po, which makes him feel a little annoyed.

"General, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already passed the Fukou Junction, and we should go." In the barracks outside Jinyang City, the adjutant Xiang Lian reported quite kindly.

"You, you, you." Lian Po casually pointed to the guards beside him, and said competently: "The three of you will go south with me to meet His Highness, and the rest will stay for me to continue training." ”

Several generals nodded their heads one after another, and then Zhao Jie and the three guards beat their horses and left, without a trace of mud and water.

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Lian Po didn't let Zhao Jie wait too long, just the day after Zhao Jie arrived in Lucheng, Lian Po also arrived in Lucheng. When Lian Po arrived in Lucheng, Zhao Jie was on a private visit to Weifu in Lucheng.

Lucheng is a typical military city, occupying a radius of 5 miles, and a small river passes through the city from the north of the city. The castle has excellent defense facilities, and it belongs to the kind of castle that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. There are iron-smelting workshops, weapons workshops, and woodcraft workshops in the inner city of Lucheng City, and its residents are mainly military families.

Bored for a while, Zhao Jie sat down in a teahouse in the city, wanting to learn about the local people's livelihood.

"I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived in our Lucheng, do you know?" On the table on the left, a young samurai spoke in a low voice to his three companions.

"I've heard about it too, but I don't know if it's true or not!" The other responded, but there was a hint of doubt in his tone.

"It's true, a good brother of mine works under Lord Castle Guard, and he told me that Lord Castle Guard deliberately left Lucheng yesterday and went to greet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Another samurai continued.

"I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is wise and powerful, if you can meet His Royal Highness the Prince, it would be good for him to appreciate it!" Another samurai said eagerly.

"Don't dream, how could His Royal Highness the Crown Prince take a fancy to your little arms and legs, if you want to look at me, you should also look at a strong person like me." The samurai who spoke first scoffed.

"You big guy, don't be presumptuous. With your appearance and skill, I can beat you ten by myself. The last samurai to speak sneered.

"Yo! Don't flash your tongue when you say big things, do you want to try it. The samurai who spoke first uttered a battle letter.

"Just try! Who's afraid of whom! The last samurai to speak answered.

After speaking, the four samurai left the teahouse with a fierce spirit, followed by more than a dozen samurai watching the excitement.

After a commotion, the teahouse fell silent again. I drank three or four sips of tea alone, secretly tasting the fragrance of tea, and I didn't know the passage of time.