The first year of Zhongping, November.

The realm of Xingyang, winding paths, crossing the river.

Suddenly, it rained overnight, and thousands of filaments rippled in mid-air, like a misty light veil, dripping, windless and slightly dull and a little irritable.

A group of soldiers and horses marching in the rain silently rushed the road, a pair of eyes, shining in the gentle light rain, the flag was not beaten, the war horse did not sound, the head and tail were not clear, only to see a group of neat and orderly walks in front, and the back is a neat footstep forward.

Led by a thin general, with no beard in his chin, his armor was already soaked by the rain, and several generals around him were also like chickens in soup, but no one wiped them with their hands, nor did they put on a raincoat and hold an umbrella.

The pace of the march gradually slowed down, and soon a dozen horsemen roared to the ground, turned over and dismounted, and fell to the ground.

"General, we have been exploring the sentry along the road, and we have not noticed any trace of the enemy." The leading scout sergeant said loudly.

The leader of the general is Yuan Shang's general Ju Yi, and the eight hundred men in black behind him are the famous Xian Deng dead soldiers, outsiders think that Ju Yi is Yuan Shang Shou Youzhou, but for some reason appeared near Xingyang.

Xingyang belongs to Henan Yin, is Dong Zhuo's territory, and is less than half a day's journey from Luoyang, in history, the position of the war is extremely prominent, there is a mountain in Xingyang, the mountain is not high and there are no immortals, and the name of Ao Mountain is known, because the top of Ao Mountain has Ao Cang, the world's famous huge granary.

Yuan is still short of food, which has been pointed out before.

And Henan Yin is not far from merging with Zhou, and it is not too troublesome to quietly transfer Ju Yi from Youzhou.

The tiger wolf has never been afraid of a quick march. Because that's their most basic requirement.

So. A lot of the time. Yuan Shang and even the generals under his command like to surprise their opponents.

Half of the 8,000 light cavalry were transferred from Youzhou, and generally came down from the headquarters of Bingzhou, all of which were led by Ju Yi, and were accompanied by several young generals such as Yunhe, Xu Sheng, and Guo Zhun.

It's not far from Ao Mountain, Ju Yi has been in the Xingyang area, and he is quite familiar with this area.

Along the way, although the eight thousand elites had tried their best to be cautious, they still fought two or three times. In order to control the spread of the news, Ju Yi's heart was as hard as iron, and he forcibly killed nearly 20,000 people.

"Revisit." Ju Yi, who was sitting on the horse, waved his hand, his eyes were slightly blind, and the scout who was kneeling on one knee left one after another.

"I don't know if Dong Zhuo received the news?" Ju Yi muttered to himself, faintly worried in his heart.

Several of Ju Yi's backs are all young generals, except for Yunhe, Xu Sheng, Guo Zhun, and Ju Yi's only son, Ju Ran, I don't know when there is a hideous scar on his face, which is four or five centimeters. Although the handsome face had a terrifying scar, it looked much more mature. The eyes are also steady and resolute.

"It shouldn't be so fast, after all, the Xiliang Army doesn't have a way to train harrier pigeons, so it's just a quick horse, and the news is sent back and forth, but it's still a step slower after all." Ju Ran Langlang said, compared to the original siege of the city, he is indeed much more mature.

Ju Yi was noncommittal when he heard this, and said: "Don't underestimate any enemy, you must prepare for the worst in everything, no matter what, we must fight quickly." ”

"Yes."

Yunhe, Xu Sheng, Guo Zhun Ju Ran, several rookie generals all nodded, after all, it is the words of the old man, Ju Ran has been in the army for decades, and is vaguely known as the first military general under Yuan Shang, these old experience talks, for them are more real than reading military books for a few days and nights.

"Go" Ju Yi shouted lightly: "Go to Ao Mountain, give me all the spirits, it will be a hard battle later." ”

"Whoa." Several people responded.

Baizhang Ao Mountain.

The rain poured down and the roads were muddy.

On Ao Mountain, soldiers and horses walked around, and soldiers in robes and weapons strode around, sometimes splashing mud and dirty water, their eyes were resolute, but no one showed fatigue and disgust.

This is an elite soldier, known as the Broken Xiao Battalion, and the main general Xu Rong.

Xu Rong is not simple, in history, he has defeated Cao Cao and Sun Jian in the Battle of Bianshui and the Battle of Liangdong, and his ability to command the battle is Cao Cao's heart is impressed, following Dong Zhuo, hundreds of battles of all sizes, more wins and fewer losses, and the elite of the broken battalion tempered by one hand is unstoppable, so he was appointed by Dong Zhuo as the general of Fengche Zhonglang Henan Yinjun Yin, stationed in Xingyang, guarding Aocang.

Dong Zhuo was forced to move the capital from Luoyang to Chang'an, although Luoyang was destroyed, Ao Cang was never emptied by him, although Chang'an has a Chinese warehouse, but it is not enough to fill in, after all, the grain and grass of Ao Cang is the savings of the Eastern Han Dynasty for hundreds of years, although there are less than two or three layers left, but there are millions of stones, such a large amount, Dong Zhuo is not a fool, how can he give up, at that time Li Ru once suggested that all the empty warehouse, but there was no suitable warehouse for hoarding, so he gave up.

Despite this, although Dong Zhuo did not empty Aocang, he also sent heavy troops to guard, and the general Xu Rong personally led the troops to defend it, and 30,000 Xiliang elites opened the defense line in Yin, Henan.

Po Xiao Battalion is the most elite battalion of soldiers and horses in Xu Rong's hands, the number is small, it is an elite route, and there are no dozens of lives at hand that are not qualified to enter the camp at all, even the children of the same clan behind Xu Rong are also treated equally, it is under Xu Rong's strong selection and training that the combat effectiveness of Po Xiao Battalion can be ranked in the top five under Dong Zhuo, and it is only worse than Dong Zhuo's two battalions and Niu Fu's Daben Battalion.

And Ao Cang is such an important place, and the soldiers and horses responsible for guarding are Xu Rong and Po Xiaoying.

The rain seems to have the meaning of getting heavier and heavier, and it has not stopped since it fell last night until noon, and the soldiers who changed the guard have changed three batches, that is, they are still drenched in their robes.

No one dares to relax their vigilance, Ao Cang is too important, that is, the main general Xu Rong has to come out to inspect every half or an hour, as the main general, he could have sat firmly in the house, hugged the beauty and tasted good wine, but he did not enjoy it so much, Dong Zhuo valued him so much, because of his prudence and competence, and Xu Rong has always done things like this, strict requirements for the people below, and the same is true for himself.

The small noise, under the cover of the rain, is easy to ignore.

And this kind of detail, which is easy to overlook, is the most deadly.

More than a dozen gray-stained figures moved like shadows, seemingly blending in with their surroundings.

The soldiers of the Broken Battalion patrolling dozens of paces away did not notice this uninvited guest, their hiding was perfect, the color of their clothes, even their hair was reasonably integrated into nature, they breathed slowly, and they did not even make a sound when they stepped into the stagnant water and mud.

There were more and more people, and after a while, there were hundreds of people hiding everywhere, in the grass, in the stagnant water, in the silt, wherever the figure of the person could be perfectly hidden, there were figures that seemed to blend with the environment.

Yunhe lay in the mud, but the young general, who had reached the rank of lieutenant, did not feel a trace of discomfort, his eyes gently monitored the team walking back and forth, silently calculating the distance of each step and the time of crossing, and kept rehearsing several attack methods in his heart.

On the other side, the youngest Guo Zhun was also soaked in stagnant water, it rained overnight until noon, the water in the potholes on the ground was enough to cover the adult's body perfectly, the water was very dirty, very turbid, this little boy who was only fifteen years old had resolute eyes, and there was no trace of the frivolity inherent in children of this age.

Ju Ran and Xu Sheng were not here, there were two routes in Shangao Mountain, the four soldiers were divided into two routes, each leading a group of men, and the main force was under the leadership of Ju Yi, and they opened up a formation and came at any time.

Yunhe is waiting, and Guo Zhun is also waiting.

Ju Ran and Xu Sheng, lurking and moving, are also waiting.

They were all waiting in agreement, waiting for the next change of guard.

An hour's change of defense, there will be a moment of vulnerability, maybe it doesn't matter on weekdays, but if someone is interested in snooping, it is an opportunity.

A quarter of an hour is enough to change a lot of things, including the outcome of a war.

An hour is not long, Yunhe bowed, Xu Sheng, Guo Zhun and the four of them, and even the sentries who were prostrate or hanging on the branches of the trees had been squatting for two hours, two hours, not moving at all, this is not something that ordinary people can bear, and as a soldier, keeping the posture still for two hours is just the foundation.

Time ticks by, although there are no watches and alarm clocks in this era, but all the latent soldiers present have a clock in their hearts, the hands are moving, time is flowing, and it is very fast.

A leaf fell, fluttering, swaying, hundreds of pairs of eyes flashed cold, accompanied by a few low snorts.

"Kill~"

"Kill~"

"Kill~"

"Kill~"

It was cold to the bone, and the dozens of soldiers of the Xiliang Army who had just finished changing their guards and walked out of the camp gate suddenly felt cold, and their throats were pierced by short and thin crossbow arrows. (To be continued......)