After dinner, Zhuge had nothing to do, walked out of the courtyard gate, looked at the dim lights outside, and swayed under the eaves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn the narrow and long streets and alleys, there are often men carrying small lanterns, knocking broken gongs or bangs, and shrunken shadows appear and disappear into the darkness; The slow, listless sound of gongs or bangs also dissipated in the wind.

In the desolate mountains north of Taishan County, on a bare hill with only a few tall pine trees rising between a few large rocks, at the fork in the sheep's intestine path, there stood a group of untidy cavalrymen, all wearing yellow turbans with gold threads, about thirty or forty men.

A burly cavalryman with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a beard with sideburns sat motionless on his horse, holding the reins in one hand and holding a large red flag tightly in the other.

The banner carries a tassel made of snow-white horsehair and a silver spear with a white light, and the center of the flag is embroidered with a large "wave" character in yellow satin.

In front of the banner stood a particularly tall steed with a shortened mane and tail, which was snow-white, with purple spots, and curly hair, much like dragon scales.

Immediately a man of thirty-five or sixteen years of age, tall, with broad shoulders, bulging cheekbones, full heaven, high nose, deep eye sockets, thick eyebrows, and a pair of large, piercing eyes that were staring forward and contemplating.

This kind of eye often gives people a sense of perseverance, composure, and wisdom.

Although it was spring, it was still very cold in the middle of the night in early spring, so he wore a half-worn green cloth robe over his iron armor. In order to take it off at any moment, all the buttons on his robe were loosened, but he was tied with a yellow band, and he wore a yellow turban with six gold threads on his head.

He carried a bow diagonally on his back, and a black, red, and gold-painted cowhide quiver hung from his waist, and a dozen or so carved arrows were inserted in it.

He was clearly waiting for someone, and looked intently to the north.

To the southwest, separated by some hills, about eight miles away, there were faintly many fires.

He knew in his heart that it was a campfire for officers and soldiers, who were burying pots to cook and roast fires for warmth.

For several days, they themselves did not rest, dragging the officers and men in the valley without stopping, and they could not rest.

But the pursuers are clearly increasing.

Countless torches came from the northwest, walking like a fire dragon on the winding mountain road.

The hill on which he stood, and the northwest wind was blowing, made it particularly cold, and the heat from his sparse beard turned into cold droplets.

Most of the warriors around him were thinly dressed, dirty and torn, and many of them had patches of dried blood on their clothes, especially on their sleeves, some of which were self-shedding and more of which were splashed from the bodies of the enemy.

Because they have been standing for a long time, some people clasp their arms together and shrink their necks into the round neckline as much as possible to resist the cold.

Some of them staggered and fell asleep, and suddenly they suddenly fell into a slump, their foreheads almost touched their horsehair, and at the same time the weapons on their waists made a slight clattering sound, so they woke up in shock and opened their eyes.

"Dismount, brethren, and rest," said the general, who was mounted on the white dragon horse, and then he jumped lightly from his horse, and the hilt of his sword touched something with a pleasant metallic sound.

When all the soldiers had dismounted, he glanced at them cordially, and then walked towards the vigorous ancient pine. The terrain was higher, and it was better to see the fires of the pursuers.

A bright moon emerged from the dark clouds, and it was like a weathered old man, unhurriedly combing the moonlight of the white flowers.

The general, who rode the white dragon horse, left the tree and returned to the brethren.

When he saw some people snoozing on their horses, he looked at them and said,

"For seven days, we either marched or fought, and the men and horses did not get rest. Tonight, everyone will sleep happily in the middle of the night, as long as we rush from here tomorrow and arrive in Yongzhou, the officers and soldiers will no longer be able to surround us. At that time, we can leave if we want, rest when we want, and we will not worry about food and grass. ”

Although his tone was calm, his spirit was leisurely, and he was completely casual and chattering, these few words gave everyone a great encouragement.

No one feels cold, tired, and drowsy anymore.

And on the other side of the mountain, Xu Rong is encamped, he didn't expect that Bo Cai is so harmful, his more than 10,000 people can't eat the other party's 3,000 people, this turn is more than 1,000 miles, his own soldiers are less than half, fortunately Li Ru sent Li Yu to lead 8,000 infantry over, only to trap this group of yellow turban thieves in the southwest of Mount Tai.

Zhuge Jun stood at the door for a while, the dark and dreary night, as if boundless thick ink was heavily smeared on the sky, and there was not even a glimmer of stars.

After watching it for a while, it was boring, and when he heard Zhang's call, Zhuge Jun turned around and went back to the house to sleep, Zhuge Jun did not expect that there would be a life-and-death battle in the southwest of Mount Tai not far from Dongping.