The East wants to know, and Mo Daojun is early.

The morning light was mixed with dew, because the sun had not really risen yet, and the temperature was still acceptable.

The clouds in the distance connected the earth, as if it were a mist of smoke.

The Northern Tang army, which had been fighting bloody battles for a long time, was still fierce, they didn't seem to have any tiredness, even if they got up so early, they were still in good spirits.

Lin'an, they're coming!

They crossed the border of Lin'an.

Jin'an's army, which they regarded as a miscellaneous army, was only ten miles away from them.

General Lin Wei rode on his horse, looking at the stretch of army that was marching in a hurry, his face expressionless.

Before attacking Lin'an, he led this army to be invincible all the way, and made countless military exploits, almost encountering decent resistance.

He has enough self-confidence, not conceit.

Everything Jin An did couldn't be hidden, even if that guy really gathered one or two thousand soldiers and horses, even if that guy really trained hard and fought, but miscellaneous pieces are miscellaneous pieces, and this is not something that can be changed in a short period of time by simply doing things.

The military force attacking Lin'an was the strongest in the war issued by the Northern Tang Dynasty after the fall of Jinling, which can be regarded as giving this young handsome man enough face.

Two thousand soldiers and six hundred iron cavalry attacked from the north of Lin'an, each with one thousand soldiers and one hundred iron cavalry separated from the east and west, marching from both flanks, General Lin Wei had a great appetite, he was ready to swallow Lin'an's military power in one fell swoop, and he had nothing to hide about his upcoming military operation.

What they didn't know was that while they were marching, eagle-like eyes were circling around them day and night, and countless messages were transmitted to all parts of the Southern Wu forces through that once powerful organization, and they were in contact with each other.

Jin An sat on the head of Lin'an City, still eating tea and shaking fans, Jin Xiaoyun, Guan Bangyun, Guan Kuo, Zhang Lianyue and others all went out of the city to reach various troops, just like the claws hidden in the troops, which will show anytime and anywhere.

Due north, the Northern Tang army was five miles away from the city.

The two wings in the east-west direction were nowhere to be seen, and they were about to complete the outflanking.

The few family heads beside him and the officials who were staying here on behalf of the assassin were a little pale, and it could be seen that they were starting to be nervous and scared.

The powerful army organized by the Ji royal family has failed, and now, their so-called "army" is about to have a showdown with that tiger and wolf army.

This is the first time, and presumably, once it fails, there will be no next time, and all of them are likely to be buried for Jin An.

At this time, a person caught a glimpse of Jin An and stopped shaking the fan.

A command was conveyed with the interlude.

Soon after, a force of more than 3,000 men in the distance outside the city marched straight in the direction of due north.

Immediately after that, some of the other troops also began to move, but they didn't know what they were going to do.

The people on the city wall who knew a little about the art of war expressed their incomprehension and suspicion of the 3,000 men sent out by Jin An to meet them.

With the current gap in combat effectiveness, if 10,000 or 20,000 people press in together, they may be able to rely on the advantage of numbers to fight, but the more than 3,000 people who have been separated are obviously not enough for General Lin Wei to plug his teeth.

That is a needless drain of troops, and it is highly undesirable.

Moreover, the equipment of those men is not heavy, so to speak, lightly armed, and the only advantage in their opinion may be that when the army is defeated, it will disperse a little faster.

Of course, this can only be counted as a joke.

But now that Hu Wangji and many well-known figures are closed, Jin An's authority is undoubted, and no one can change his mind.

Outside the city, Jin Xiaoyun was among the 3,000 people who seemed to be sent to death by many people.

She didn't know what Jin An's plans were, but as a member of the Jin family, she still knew that Jin An was capable of military affairs, and had obtained some of the essence of his grandfather Jin Youzuo.

When she thought of this, she raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Tunshui, who was commanding the army.

She knew the identity of this young man, who had participated in several wars between Southern Wu and Northern Tang, and had two things in common - they were all defeats, and he had always been just a small soldier.

But Jin An actually decided to make this person who had only been a small soldier in the past a general in a short period of time, which made her feel a little unreasonable - is it appropriate to reduce the authority of those generals under Hu Wangji, but use young generals who have only been trained in such a short time?

The arrows had been fired, and it was useless for her to think more.

A mile away.

The elite division of the Northern Tang Dynasty was under the personal command of General Lin Wei, and it was like a mountain.

Those people are heavily armored and in a strict array, whether it is in terms of equipment, literacy, or momentum, they are not comparable to people on this side.

Two thousand soldiers and six hundred horsemen were there.

Jin Xiaoyun could feel that the atmosphere around her had suddenly become solemn, and the people here were obviously slightly nervous.

Fortunately, they have also had brutal training and real combat experience, so they don't often run away before the battle as they did at the beginning.

General Lin Wei was like an iron horseman, wearing an iron mask on his face, and no one could see the expression under his mask clearly.

It's just that his eyes are clear, cold and piercing, and they are a kind of look at the dead - in his opinion, the more than 3,000 people in front of him who are not self-sufficient are already dead people.

He swung his knife.

The array began to move forward.