492, Zhang Lu into the urn

All this, Zhang Lu didn't know, and what he didn't know was that when he worked hard to get to Chuyang, he hadn't yet entered Yangping Pass, and there were already tens of thousands of pairs of eyes staring at him.

Pang Tong stood in a corner of Yangping Pass, condescending, the whole city is still the same as in the past, the flag symbolizing Zhang Lu's power flutters in the wind, and the soldiers and horses in the city will change the guard every once in a while, and everything looks very normal.

Zhang Lu led 30,000 soldiers and horses to Chuyang first, and the speed of the march could only be regarded as average, and it took nearly two days to reach the destination.

Yang Song, Zhang Wei, Zhang Zhen and a few people accompanied Zhang Lu, a team of more than 30,000 people, carrying nearly 100 baggage trucks, the wheels on the ground to make traces, obviously, even if several grain depots in Nanzheng were not emptied, this time Zhang Lu carried a lot of grain, grass and weapons.

Entering the boundary of Chuyang, everyone in the army was also a little relieved, and finally arrived after two days of driving, and then went to Yangping Pass, and then went to Yangping Pass, and then they could have a good rest, especially Yang Song and a few other big sacrificial wines, they had already complained bitterly, they had been pampered in Hanzhong for so many years, if it weren't for Zhang Lu who didn't even say a word, I am afraid that these literati would have sat on the ground and refused to move.

And now that he has entered Chuyang, Zhang Lu's first choice is Yangping Pass.

The rest of the generals will be scattered to fill in Tiandang Mountain and Dingjun Mountain, the three passes of Chuyang are very important, as long as Zhang Lu's brain is not smashed by eggs, the first thing he will do when he arrives in Chuyang is to strengthen the defense of the three passes to resist the enemy army who have lost the news.

Unlike ordinary soldiers and strategists, Zhang Lu was the only one among tens of thousands who was qualified to sit in a comfortable carriage as the lord. Zhang Lu's different treatment naturally made himself feel jealous and others helplessly.

Regardless of Yang Song and a few other scholars, the big sacrificial wine complained. Zhang Lu did make the whole carriage very comfortable. It is simply a feudal version of the RV, not only is there no hard bump in the carriage, but it is covered with soft Shu brocade up and down, left and right, the best sandalwood on the car, and the table fixed on the bottom of the carriage is even placed with wine jugs and melons and fruits.

A good-looking maid bought some drinks from time to time for Zhang Lu in the study of the Tao Te Ching, and the two did not have much communication throughout the whole process. Occasionally, when it was time to set up camp, he would go down and walk around, and in the carriage, he was basically not flirting with the maids and drinking, but mostly a person silently studying the Taoist classics.

The carriage gradually slowed down, and on the way to Chuyang, there will be a section of the road along the way that is more difficult to walk, there will be more gravel and stones, and the road is not very spacious, and the speed of more than 30,000 soldiers and horses will naturally slow down.

As soon as you enter the difficult road. Zhang Lu didn't have the heart to study, and the carriage shook violently. Zhang Lu is not a great Confucian, even if he sits in the mud, his face can remain unchanged and continue to read, he is serious about Taoism, but when he encounters this kind of emotion that affects his thoughts, he can only cover the book.

"It's almost there, right?" Zhang Lu stroked his beard and said.

In recent years, although he rarely left Nanzheng, he was not without any impression of Chuyang, but more than ten years ago, he would spend a period of time every year in Hanzhong counties to spread the teachings of Wudoumi Taoism, and Chuyang had also come three or four times, so as soon as the carriage entered this somewhat bumpy road, he immediately had an impression.

The maid on the side basically didn't leave the house, and she had only heard a thing or two about Canyang, and now that Zhang Lu asked like this, she didn't know how to answer, so she could only lower her head and whisper: "The slave doesn't know much either." ”

She is Zhang Lu's most favored maid this year, and she doesn't have to worry that Zhang Lu will be cold to her because of this little matter.

"Hmm"

Zhang Lu was indeed not angry or dissatisfied, drank a glass of wine alone, and said to himself: "It's probably almost there, it's been two days." ”

The speed of their march was not fast, if it was according to the standard of a rapid march, it should have reached Chuyang at this time, and had been stationed at Yangping Pass, but 30,000 soldiers and horses came from Nanzheng, which was less than a hundred miles away, but they walked for two days, although they only marched during the day and camped at night, this speed, compared with other famous troops, was too slow after all.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Lu's ending has long been doomed in the details.

The coachman who drove the car, is Zhang Lu's henchman, from the Shijun Mansion, not only strong martial arts, but also first-class driving skills, in this strange rocky, and gentle road, although the carriage will inevitably shake, but still maintain a slow speed through this trail, soon, a stone tablet engraved with two big characters of Weiyang appeared on the side of the road.

"Shijun, we have arrived in Chuyang," the sturdy man sitting on the wheel of the carriage whispered through the curtain of the carriage.

Zhang Lu in the carriage nodded slightly, and responded: "Go directly to Yangping Pass, let Yao Qian and others come to greet you." ”

"Respect the king's order," the man hurriedly replied.

Soon, a team of tens of thousands of people, with more than a dozen horsemen, galloped out, crossed the difficult path, and entered the territory of Chuyang, the road was also much smoother, and the hundreds of excellent soldiers under Zhang Lu could give full play to their advantages.

After two days, Zhang Lu was much more comfortable than others, but he also felt a little tired, after all, he was not young, and he should know the destiny of heaven in two years.

Under the gaze of the maid in some surprise, Zhang Lu sighed heavily, closed his eyes again, and didn't know what he was thinking, his eyelids trembled slightly, and it seemed that his mood was not calm.

More than 30,000 soldiers and horses, and do not do anything to hide, as soon as they enter the boundary of Weiyang, they have naturally attracted attention, Zhang Lu's Shijun flag fluttered, and there was already a group of people waiting less than two miles away from Yangping Pass.

The leader is a sturdy middle-aged man, with a cyan robe and three gold threads on the sleeves that are very obvious.

If anyone who is familiar with Wudoumi Taoism knows that this is a great sacrificial wine, similar to the identity of Yang Ang Yanpu and others.

Under Zhang Lu, ordinary believers called them ghost pawns, and most ordinary soldiers came from ghost pawns, and there were not many restrictions on clothing.

On top of the sacrificial wine, after the big sacrificial wine, the costume worn on the formal occasion is the cyan robe, which is distinguished by the gold thread on the sleeve, which is a bit similar to the rank of the People's Liberation Army.

Ordinary sacrificial wine, on the sleeve, is only a gold line, but the big sacrificial wine is three, the meaning of the head of the big sacrificial wine is to govern the place and govern the believers, the status is very prominent, the whole Hanzhong, but only a dozen people, the county orders and several important passes are all big sacrificial wine, and this person is the big sacrificial wine Yao Qian of Yangping Pass.

Yao Qian this person in history, there is no fame, but he is a die-hard under Zhang Lu, when Zhang Lu and Zhang Xiu attacked Su Zheng his figure together, and later Zhang Lu and Zhang Xiu disagreed, and then killed Zhang Xiu, this person also shot, in addition to the several big sacrificial wines outside the surname Zhang, Yao Qian can be said to have won Zhang Lu's trust, and even the important place of Chuyang is mostly under Yao Qian's command and dispatch.

Dozens of people surrounded Yao Qian, and now that Zhang Lu has not yet arrived, everyone is only centered on Yao Qian.

Everyone was looking forward to it, staring at the scorching sun and sweating at the pass, the summer Shu land, the heat was unbearable, especially wearing robes, it was more and more stuffy, fortunately, soon Zhang Lu and the army team had arrived.

"Subordinate Yao Qian brought all the sacrificial wine to meet the master."

"Meet the Master"

"Meet the Master"

"Meet the Master"

Dozens of people bowed down and shouted, Xu is Yao Qian had already made arrangements, so everyone's voice was so powerful and powerful.

Zhang Lu's body walked out of the carriage, stood on the wheel, looked at Yao Qian and the others, waved his hand and said, "You don't need to be polite, enter the city with me." ”

"Obey the teacher's orders," Yao Qian and the others responded loudly.

The city gate has been opened, and then Zhang Lu said loudly: "Enter the city"

An army of more than 30,000 believers drove into Yangping Pass, Yao Qian and dozens of others turned sideways, followed Zhang Lu's carriage, and followed into the city, but no one noticed the struggle that flashed in Yao Qian's eyes. (To be continued......)