In Jixian County, Cheng Zhiyuan, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, looked at the information in his hand and sneered: "A vertical child dares to come to death, and today I will send this guy to see Xitian!" ”

What he saw in his hand was the news that Zu Zhao led three hundred ghost horses to come, and he had already heard of Zu Zhao's name, but for a young man with a weak crown, he really couldn't arouse his interest.

And around him are some bloody and reckless men, these people follow him to the south and north, they are the old men in the remnants of the Taiping Party, not to mention the existence of the three armies of Yongguan, but also definitely the existence of one enemy and ten, with this reckless man around him, he is naturally not afraid of Zu Zhao.

"Bring me the map!" Cheng Zhiyuan commanded. Different from the other leaders of the Yellow Turban Army, Cheng Zhiyuan is full of poetry and books, extremely strategic in his chest, and has the title of Confucian general in the Yellow Turban Army, and has won more and lost less in previous battles, which is also the reason why the reckless men around him are willing to follow to the death.

The accompanying guards hurriedly opened the map of thistle.

The whole Jixian County has a large area of hills and valleys, which is a place with many mountains and few plains, and Zu Zhao must pass through a valley to enter Jixian Bi.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the name of the valley called a line of sky!

"That's it! I want to let this ancestor Zhao come and go, and order him to go down, let people ambush in the first line of heaven, set up rolling wood and rolling stones, and let our Yellow Turban Army guard the highest place in the first line of heaven! ”

The words fell, and the reckless generals in his tent walked out one after another.

Chen Zhiyuan faced the map of the sky and smashed his fist on the map, with a certainty of victory on his face.

"The time and place are favorable, I have all of them, what do you win?"

At this time, Zu Zhao led three hundred ghost riders all the way to catch up with the thistle.

Zu Ping followed, and the three hundred ghost riders killed the thistle like a sharp arrow, and along the way, the young man slapped the horse's buttocks with a saber, and the dust rushed to the ground in Jixian County in a day.

"Shh

Zu Zhao took the lead in stopping with a wave of his horsewhip, took out the map and observed it carefully.

The surrounding young people of the ancestral family have instigated sycophants to surround Zu Zhao in case of accidents.

Zu Zhao searched along the map with his fingers, and finally set his eyes on the position of the first line of heaven: "This line of heaven is the only way for us, I heard that Cheng Zhiyuan is a generation of Confucian generals, leading the Yellow Turban Army to win more and lose less, this time I am afraid that it is ambushed in the first line of heaven!" ”

Zu Ping looked at the terrain of the sky from the side, and he also felt tricky.

At this time, there was a large group of displaced people, some pushing wheelbarrows, some carrying packages, and fleeing from afar.

"Go find someone and ask about the terrain of this line!" Zu Zhao commanded.

Zu Ping nodded, and in a moment he came back with an old man, who weighed more than 100 pounds, but was carried by Zu Ping with one hand as easily as carrying a little chicken.

"Rude! Doesn't it make you polite and courteous? Zu Zhao couldn't smile bitterly, this Zu Ping was really a reckless man, and looking at the old man was about to scare this guy half to death.

And the old man looked at the young children in front of him with cloudy eyes, these young children were all freshly dressed and angry, and even the leader had armor to protect them, and he felt a strong murderous aura from these young people, which made him tremble.

"Old man, don't worry, I'm just asking about the situation of this line of heaven, the specific geographical location, this is for you!" Zu Zhao took out a piece of silver and stuffed it into the old man.

When the old man with cloudy eyes saw the silver, there was a burst of light in his eyes, and he hurriedly put the silver away, and then saluted to Zu Zhao and said: "That line of heaven is a place where soldiers must fight, the terrain is steep and the cliffs are steep, and there is a momentum that is impossible to open!" Even our ordinary people are terrified wherever they go, and legend has it that countless soldiers have died, with endless souls, and the place is eerie all year round! ”

Zu Zhao arched his hand to the old man, signaling that he could go.

The old man couldn't help but leave happily, and got a piece of silver for nothing, which made his escape more secure, and his impression of the silver-robed little general in front of him was a little better.

After the old man left, Zu Zhao looked at the map of the sky and groaned silently.

"The eldest prince is afraid that Cheng Zhiyuan is really ambushed in the sky? If that guy hadn't been ambushed there, wouldn't we have been worried in vain? Do you want to take a scout out and check it out? ”

Zu Ping spoke on the side.

Zu Zhao shook his head, he could be sure that Cheng Zhiyuan would definitely be ambushed in the first line of heaven, and arranging troops was a necessary foundation for being a general, Cheng Zhiyuan had great prestige in the Yellow Turban Army, and these prestiges were obtained with military achievements, so in Zu Zhao's heart, Cheng Zhiyuan's status was relatively high.

For a while, Zu Zhao didn't have a plan, so he had to lead the three hundred ghost horses to continue to run in the depths of the thistle.

"Father, give up this tung oil, this tung oil can't be eaten or drunk in this chaotic season, what's the use? Let's take the opportunity to flee, and stay in the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood! ”

On a remote road, a caravan stopped on the side of the road, a middle-aged man and an old man were arguing, and beside them were barrels of tung oil.

There are thousands of barrels of tung oil.

And the old man obviously has a reluctant plot for these tung oils, and he is unwilling to give up these tung oils when he dies.

Zu Zhao and his entourage happened to witness all this, and when they saw the nearly 1,000 barrels of tung oil, Zu Zhao's eyes couldn't help but light up.

"That's a good thing!" Zu Zhao was originally frowning, and suddenly relaxed.

"I don't know if this old man is willing to sell this tung oil to me?" Zu Zhao stepped forward and saluted with a smile, looking elegant and reasonable in a silver robe.

"The old man has seen the little general, my ancestor is doing this, relying on this heirloom to the present, I am really reluctant to throw away this haode tung oil, the little general pities me and waits, the old man is naturally willing to sell! The old decay only needs the general fifty taels of silver! The old man stepped forward to salute Zu Zhao.

Zu Zhao nodded, the main role of tung oil in this era is to replace paint, and it has the effect of waterproof, rust and anti-corrosion. Tung oil this thing is generally carved beams with this kind of thing, is the craftsman's favorite is also the necessary material for the decoration of this era, if it is not for the troubled times, the father and son rely on this tung oil business is really a million profits, but unfortunately the troubled times this tung oil is no one wants to use, try to ask even can't eat, who still uses what tung oil?

The old man agreed, and he was about to walk away with the middle-aged man to salute Zu Zhao.

But I heard Zu Zhao say: "You can't go away now, Zu Ping will take care of them, and I can't let any of them leak the news, and the ox carts in the caravan will be levied on me, I will use these tung oil and ox carts as bait!" ”

Zu Ping obeyed the order, and immediately expropriated more than ten ox carts.

Zu Zhao then whispered in Zu Ping's ear, Zu Ping nodded and then ordered more than a dozen teenagers from the Zu family to dismount, drive the ox cart, and by the way, gather the people in the caravan to cut the horse grass, and cover the more than a dozen ox carts with horse grass, but the tung oil was placed below.

At first glance, I thought it was a dozen ox carts transporting grain and grass.

Zu Zhao nodded, and all those who knew the secret were ordered by Zu Zhao to be guarded.

"Let out the wind, just say that our ancestors brought their own grain and grass and came to kill that Cheng Zhiyuan!" Zu Zhao commanded to Zu Ping. I believe that it will not be long before the scouts of the other party will come under my nose.

Zu Ping instructed that this was the eldest prince deliberately letting go of smoke.

Because of the ox cart, the three hundred You rode extremely slowly, which surprised the scouts of the Yellow Turban Army, they expected that Zu Zhao should reach the position of the first line of heaven in one day, but it was only after three days that he could reach the position of the first line of heaven.

The scout looked from afar and found that the ghost horse led by Zu Zhao was carrying grain and grass behind him, and Daxi hurriedly went back to report to Cheng Zhiyuan.

"What? Got grain and grass? This ancestor Zhao really deserves to be the young man of the ancestral family, this ancestral family is rich, and there is no shortage of grain and grass, this time they went deep into the thistle and brought grain and grass with them, and it was really to be prepared! Cheng Zhiyuan rubbed his beard and sighed that the Yellow Turban Army was poor and was about to have chicken feathers left, but the people came slowly with grain and grass.

This is the gap, the gap between the poor mud legs and the gentry.

For a moment, Cheng Zhiyuan didn't feel good in his heart.

"The sky of the dog's day, bullying me like this, the prince will have a kind of Xiangning? weishenme such a big gap! What the big leader Zhang Jiao said is not wrong, the sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! The gentry on this shijie should also take turns! ”

Cheng Zhiyuan muttered to himself.

A reckless man on the side said: "Brother Cheng, it's a good thing, my stomach hasn't been full since the war, and it just so happened that the stupid boy brought the grain and grass, the grain belongs to us, and the grass belongs to me and the horse kills two birds with one stone!" ”

Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly smiled, it was rare for the reckless man around him to drag words.

"On this front, we have to kill people, and we have to ask for food and grass!" Cheng Zhiyuan pointed his finger to the position of the first line of heaven, with a sneer on his face.

Only he knows that since the uprising of the Yellow Turban Army, grain and grass is a huge problem, especially in the place of thistle, there are very few rich people, and the grain and grass collected are extremely limited.

Most of the time I spend my days on gruel, which can be said to be more miserable.

Now Zu Zhao actually came with grain and grass, which made Cheng Zhiyuan feel very happy, just as the so-called dozing off someone sent a pillow, for a while Cheng Zhiyuan hoped that Zu Zhao could reach the first line of heaven soon.

And Zu Zhao had already rushed to the cliff of the first line of heaven at this time, looking at the steep cliff in the distance for a while, if he didn't have the fake grain and grass in front of him, he really didn't dare to break into this line of heaven.

But with these fake grains and grasses, Zu Zhao is fifty percent sure.

"Report, there are indeed ambushes in the sky, with rolling logs and rolling stones on them, and there are nearly a thousand people and horses in ambush!" The scout stepped forward to report and threw himself to the ground for the five-body body admired by the eldest prince.

Zu Zhao nodded and said to Zu Ping: "You go and lead the scouts to give me the enemies who are guarding the rolling logs and rolling stones in front of the cliff, and then wait for me to give the order to know?" This has to be the case...... Yes. ”

After Zu Ping heard this, he was overjoyed, nodded hurriedly, and went with a group of elite soldiers.