Time flies so slowly.

That's because the soldiers were still. They crouched, as commanded.

What a strange order! No talking, no coughing, no sneezing, although you don't say you don't say you don't fart, you can think of it yourself, you can't eat or drink, you don't let go of your hands, you don't light a fire, you don't look up, it's a series of no's anyway. The commander apparently hoped that all the soldiers would preferably be dead, until the agreed signal woke them up.

The space can't be considered small, but a few people are wearing armor and stuffed in front of their backs, which can't be said to be comfortable in any case, let alone pretending to be dead like this stiff for a long time.

If it weren't for the wet cloth covering the mouth and nose, the dust lying in ambush on all sides would have been enough to choke a person to death.

With his back to the sky, he couldn't see the stars. The night was blocked out of a huge tarpaulin.

For they are not men tonight, but bread.

After Tan Daoji consulted with Wang Zhenwei, the flying pigeon passed the book and blocked the grain team in the middle. All the grain pockets were removed and replaced with selected sharp pawns who came from Luoyang. All of them are good at running, light and flexible, and their skills are outstanding. They had no chance to fight the enemy's phalanx, so they had to engage the enemy in encounters on the narrow mountain roads, and they had to fight on their own. 200 cars, each with 5 people, plus 1,000 baggage soldiers, 2,000 brave men, is enough. Only a cowardly and stupid general would put heavy troops on such a narrow battlefield, and as a result, not only could he not kill the enemy, but he bumped into himself and became a mess, allowing experienced strong enemies to slaughter.

The only problem is that they may suffer in vain, and their limbs will be stiff and pulled into Tongguan, and they will not encounter the imaginary ambush at all.

Wang Zhenwei asked Tan Daoji, why do you think that person is not a woodcutter but a spy of the Qin army?

Tan Daoji said that if it was an ordinary person, if he met the army in a hurry and was rudely arrested, he would panic, and he would tremble when he saw the commander in the army, but this person was not, he was very calm when he talked to me, and he dared to harden with soldiers who did not know the details, and he was very bold and had seen the world.

I asked him to take me to Deng Gongtai in Xujia Village, and he immediately agreed. Deng Gongtai did have it, but it was destroyed by an earthquake five or six years ago. And it's not in Xujia Village, but in a place called Kill Tiger Hill. Legend has it that Deng Yu stationed troops here and shot tigers when hunting, and the place name followed. If he was a local and had no ghosts in his heart, his instinct would have been to correct my mistake and tell me that there was nothing to see.

At that time, I had already decided that he was not a good person, so I deliberately dropped the dry food on the ground and ate it with the dust, so that it was natural to bring the news of the food shipment. If he is a reporter, he will definitely find a treasure; And Yao Shao will not waste it if he gets such an accurate spy report.

The details that followed have proven time and again that I didn't look away.

The first time he got on the horse, there was nothing unusual about the horse, but the second time he got on the horse, the horse was suddenly frightened. Afterwards I had the soldier examine it carefully, and found a small puncture wound to the horse's buttocks, which no one but him would do.

When the soldiers looked at his injuries after he fell to the ground, I noticed that his calves were thick, whereas woodcutters tended to have thick upper arms and tight calves. This person's feet are very white, there are no traces of sun exposure, and he should wear leather boots all year round.

In the end, I deliberately gave him a short lance, and when he took it, his hands were stuck in the best position to use the lance, inadvertently revealing that he was familiar with the object.

Wang Zhen clapped his hands wickedly and laughed:

"People say that Tan Gong is as careful as a hair, bold as a fight, and can read the art of war if he catches a louse on his body, and he really deserves his reputation!"

All right! We'll do his job.

The commanders vote, the soldiers all the way, and it is likely to be wronged.

In the wee hours of the morning, the convoy rests at the bottom of a valley, where the horses can bark, spray, plow, dung, urine, and the stallions can neigh to the mares, and the soldiers on the cart can only continue to "raise the corpse".

The commander of the baggage unit ordered the soldiers to rest in place, and he himself dismounted, and ate two mouthfuls of dry food with water.

Except for the sounds they made themselves, there was silence here.

Even the possibility of encountering ghosts is greater than encountering enemies. The commander thought.

It was at this moment that he saw a huge star rising in radiance.

Hell, the stars actually walked from the mortal world to the sky.

No! That's a rocket, it's a signal!

Almost at the same time, countless torches suddenly lit up around them, and the shouts of killing seemed to be lit by torches, and they were instantly overwhelming.

It was clear to see that the men with torches and weapons had formed a long pocket and carried the grain convoy in it.

Soon, they were closing in.

The commander jumped into the car and shouted hoarsely:

"Brothers, we are already surrounded, don't fight, don't die in vain!"

Then he shouted at the enemy:

"Don't kill us, we surrender. Food for you, don't kill us! ”

The Qin army who rushed over originally held back enough energy to fight for a while, but now what they encountered was not the resistance of seeing death as home, but the unexpected obedience, and they were a little dazed for a while.

An officer passed behind the line of soldiers and glanced at the commander of the Jin army. Anything is possible on the battlefield. Beifu soldiers are known as good at fighting, how can they be so light? Don't play with Lao Tzu. Lao Tzu is not a rookie!

"All of you, put your weapons on the ground, turn around and lie on the ground."

The soldiers of the Jin army put their long lances on the ground one after another, turned around and lay down in an orderly manner.

The officers of the Qin army were relieved. Without weapons, a tiger can only be a tiger without claws, and an eagle division can only be an eagle with clipped wings. He really made a lot of money today, he robbed the Jin army of food without blood, and he was able to bring back so many prisoners. He could imagine the situation where these captives were beheaded under the city of Tongguan, and the Jin army in the city was angry with them. How should the great general reward me?

Walk up to a car and pick up the tarpaulin with the tip of a knife. It's a pity that the grain is burned.

But instead of food, he saw several eyes reflecting the torches.

For a moment, the mind went completely blank.

Before he could fill in the gap, three swords came out of the car at once, one of them stabbed him in the throat, causing two to plunge into his stomach.

The soldiers behind him saw their commander standing still, and then suddenly he fell backwards spurting blood. His killer jumped out of the car, rushed over shouting, and hacked to death three stunned Qin soldiers in the blink of an eye.

The tarpaulins on all the cars were lifted, and in an instant, the Qin soldiers were face to face with the enemy, without even a transition.

Lying on the ground, the Jin army jumped up, picked up their lances, threw them at the place where the torches were lit, and then pulled out their hidden sharp weapons, poured out from between the vehicles, and rushed at the ambushers who were exposed to their own fire.

The battle did not last long.

On the long and narrow battlefield that stretches for three miles, torches are waving, swords are waving, torches make swords like fire, and swords make torches sharp; People are jumping, blood is burning, people make blood burn more hotly, blood makes people jump more crazy. The horses are wailing, the wounded soldiers are **, and the lives of the slaughtered are as cheap as horses and cattle. The head is falling, the morning light is rising, and the falling head will never see the morning light.

Who ambushed whom?

Who counted whom?

Who was stunned?

Who decisively?

Who takes the offensive?

Who takes the defensive?

Who is like an arrow?

Who's chasing the poor?

For the dead, none of that matters!

There weren't many survivors left in the Qin army. Their numbers were about the same as those of the Jin army, but they were ready to attack a second-rate baggage army, and they were not ready to fight hand-to-hand with super-first-class warriors. In the face of the sudden thunderous killing, they were first shocked, then panicked, and finally frightened. If you don't have guts, you can't save your life.

What's more, before the sun rose, a main force of the Jin army had already rushed to the battlefield under the personal command of Tan Daoji.

He ordered the release of about a hundred prisoners.

One of them took his pen and walked the text message to Yao Shao:

"The three armies are decisive, the dragon fights in the field, or the sharp soldiers are close to each other, or the fierce generals fight with their blades. The general is famous all over the world, the banner of righteousness, the dignified array, is to bring 100,000 armor and the rooster cries and the dog thieves, and Meng tastes the last skill and loses the son's first plan, not also for the wild husband village woman laughs? For the sake of the general, Mo Ruo will be the master of the king of Shun, do not harm the living souls, and protect the undefeated reputation of the first generation! ”

He actually admires Yao Shao very much.

But every man is his master, and he still has to humiliate him.

Otherwise, how could he come out of the barrier and fight?