It is said that Wang Zipeng sent a few clever sergeants to take advantage of the dark night to row a bamboo raft to the opposite bank, inquire about the situation, and went ashore without encountering any obstacles. It was already the second half of the night, and it was quiet in the golden camp, only the inside of the oolong formation shone like day, and the sergeants did not dare to look closely, but just stood and watched from a distance. One of the sergeants, known as the 'Iron Abacus', had a particularly good memory, and he memorized all the formations he saw in his mind. About the fourth watch, the lights in the array were sparse, and only seven lights were still on, just like the Big Dipper. Looking along the light, the oolong array was like a black dragon shaking its head and tail.

"It's not too early, I've written down the formation map, let's go back as soon as possible!" Iron abacus said.

"We can't afford to come back, at least bring some gifts. Go and wait for me on the boat first, and I'll be here in a moment. The other sergeant said and ran away. The sergeant who came with him didn't know what was going on, so everyone had to go to the boat and wait for him. It didn't take long for the sergeant to watch a soldier come over. The soldier seemed to have been knocked unconscious by him, and he didn't react even if he tossed around.

"I'll take a sheep and grab a tongue and go back for interrogation, maybe it will be useful for us to break the formation." The sergeant said.

Before dawn, there was silence and darkness all around, and several sergeants returned safely on rafts, and there were two more. One of them was a soldier, and the other was the sergeant who grabbed his tongue. He followed from behind, and his companions thought he had been sent by the marshal. Who is this person, the sergeants of the Yue family army are unfamiliar. The man was about fifty years old and had a sturdy look. He was of medium height, with thick eyebrows and a strand of beautiful hair that hung down to his chest. This person is none other than Zhang Fan, one of the leaders of the Xinyue family's army. Zhang Fan has been in charge of finding out the news of Lin'an. When Wang Zipeng took command of the expedition, he was recuperating from his injuries in Yiwu fishing village in Zhejiang Province and missed the opportunity. After recovering from his injuries, he rushed all the way over. When I came to Jiepai Mountain, I learned that the sweeping army had been opened, so I had to hurry over. When I came to the Mirage River, I saw that the Song army was camped by the river, and I wanted to go to see the king immediately. But now it's not as good as before, now that he is the commander of the three armies, how can he say that he can see it. Besides, wouldn't it be a shame for the marshal to go empty-handed like this? After weighing it repeatedly, he decided not to reveal his identity for the time being, and it was not too late to say goodbye when he had made a contribution. Zhang Fan secretly met Zhang Yuan and told him about his plan, and Zhang Yuan was also very much in favor of it. So he told Zhang Fan that the marshal planned to send someone to the other side to find out the situation, and Zhang Fan heard it and had a plan. He dressed up as a sergeant and caught up with the sergeants who had been sent. The sergeants really thought that they had been sent by the marshal, so they brought them over without asking. That's it. Zhang Fan successfully completed what he had to do.

Zhang Fan came to the marshal's tent with his tongue. As soon as Wang Zipeng saw Zhang Fan, he was pleasantly surprised, stood up and said happily: "Brother Zhang, why are you dressed like this?" When did you come? Why don't I know any news? Where are you from? ”

Zhang Fan smiled and said: "I came from Yiwu, I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring a gift. Just got here. I met these brothers who wanted to go to the other side to find out the news, but I had no choice but to take it upon myself to go with them. This is the greeting gift I brought, please marshal smile. ”

Wang Zipeng trembled and frightened when he saw the soldiers, and said, "Get up!" Don't be afraid. We won't embarrass you and invite you. Just wanted to ask a few questions, and as long as you answer truthfully, I'll let you go back. ”

When the soldier heard this, he knelt down and said, "You are Wang Zipeng, the leader of the Xinyue family's army?" I've heard your name for a long time. Actually, I am not from the Jurchen tribe, I am from the Central Plains. Back then, the Huaixi army Li Qiong treason took us to join the Jin country, and we lived in the Jin country. This time, the Jin Wushu army went south, and as soon as it was defeated, the Jin country lacked troops, so it pulled us into the battlefield together. Thousands of people in our battalion were ordinary people from the Central Plains who came that time, and we were also forced to be helpless. ”

"Since you are from the Great Song Dynasty, I won't embarrass you, as long as you tell me how many troops there are on the other side, what is the origin of the person who arranged the troops? As long as you are honest, I will let you live. Wang Zipeng said.

"The Golden Vulture mobilized a total of 100,000 horses from the Six Kingdoms and Three Rivers, as well as 3,000 fish scale troops and tens of thousands of golden soldiers. These 100,000 horses are not to be feared, and the most terrifying thing is those fish scale troops, they are all invulnerable demons, and they are the disciples and grandchildren of the Holy Mother of Wuling. The one who arranged the formation was the Holy Mother of Wuling, she was a master invited by the Golden Vulture from the Thousand Flowers Cave of Markham Mountain, and she practiced the Oolong Formation, all of which were arranged according to the Five Elements Bagua Big Dipper. As long as you enter the formation, it is equivalent to stepping into the Yama Palace. The man said.

"Marshal, he's right, I remember all the situations I saw in the Oolong Formation, and I'll draw it for you to see what's wrong." After saying that, the iron abacus drew the formation diagram that he had written down.

Wang Zipeng took it and let the tongue look at it, and the tongue looked at it and made some explanations in several places: "This is the Oriental Jiayi Wood, there are all kinds of traps; This is the Southern Propylene Fire, with all sorts of organs; Here is the Western Heptin Kin, with countless crossbow arrows; This is the northern non-decanter water, with hidden weapons such as knives and axes, hooks and sickles; In the center, the three thousand fish scale army is waiting for it. As long as you rush to the center and defeat the Fish Scale Army, you may still have a chance of winning, if you can't break the Fish Scale Army, then you will enter the Ghost Gate. Marshal Wang, I respect you as a man, I have said so much, after breaking the formation, please don't embarrass the sergeants who wear armor like me, they are all ordinary people of the Central Plains, and they were forcibly recruited by Jin Wushu. ”

"Don't worry! I won't kill my own compatriots, but you still have to go back to the Golden Camp and discuss with your brothers, so that they can be clever when they go to war, and don't be cannon fodder for the Golden Vultures. Wang Zipeng said. The man listened. Wang Zipeng instructed Zhang Fan to send the tongue back, and Zhang Fan took the order and took a few brothers to send the man over. Just about to go ashore, I saw a lot of soldiers coming out of the shadows, surrounding Zhang Fan and others. Several sergeants who came with him were killed by random arrows, and Zhang Fan was seriously wounded and captured alive by the soldiers.

Those soldiers escorted Zhang Fan to see Jin Wushu, they didn't know Zhang Fan's identity, and thought he was an ordinary sergeant. Zhang Fan knew that falling into the hands of thieves was more auspicious, and he made up his mind to die. So he said to those soldiers: "Several military masters, I am now in your hands, even if I have wings, I plan to cooperate with you, I have known your four wolf masters for a long time, and I have saved his life." He and I are good friends, and I came here to join him, so please take me there. However, I am the benefactor of the Lord of the Four Wolves, and you cannot bind me to him like this, and if he knows that you have done this to me, he will have to skin you. I'm seriously injured now, so I'm afraid I won't be able to escape? Help me untie it. ”

Those soldiers believed it when they heard it, came over to make amends, and loosened the tie for Zhang Fan. They took Zhang Fan to the camp of Jin Wushu, and when Zhang Fan saw Jin Wushu, he shouted loudly: "Fourth prince, we haven't seen each other for many years, we are all old, and we are almost unrecognizable." ”

Jin Wushu was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you?" Why? ”

Zhang Fan said with a smile: "It's really a noble person who forgets things, don't you remember the Xinyue family army?" I am Zhang Fan, one of the leaders of the Xinyue family's army. ”

"Zhang Fan? There seems to be such a leader in the Xinyue family's army? How did you get here? Did Wang Zipeng send you to find out the news? Jin Wushu asked.

"Hahaha - Golden Vulture Technique, I'm here to find out the news? You're wrong! I have come to take your head. Zhang Fan laughed.

"Just you? Stop dreaming! This is on my territory, and if you make a move, you will immediately die without a place to bury. Jin Wushu laughed.

"The eldest husband sacrificed his life for the country and died without regrets. Golden vultures, come on! Zhang Fan stepped forward and pulled out a dagger from his body and stabbed at Jin Wushu, who was caught off guard and was stabbed in the chest, screaming in pain.

When the left and right sergeants saw this, they each picked up their weapons and came up together. When Zhang Fan saw this, he suddenly slammed into the iron pillar of the tent, his head broke and blood flowed, and the spears of all the sergeants stabbed through it together, and Zhang Fan died of anger immediately. Poor Zhang Fan died before he left the school, which made the hero cry in vain.