Just now I threw this counterfeit to the soldiers, and before he had time to look at it, I handed it to Bo Qian. With Boqian's character, this kind of trivial matter can't be checked again in person. When he later found out that the wooden sign was fake, he was afraid that he would be very angry. But with his face and the majesty of the general, he didn't dare to say that I slipped away under his nose just now.

I parked the old horse by the stream and rested in the shade.

Pick up a branch and make a gesture on the ground.

I started to draw a map around the high forest slope.

According to the current pace of the army's advance, by the evening of this evening, they will be able to come to the vicinity of Gaolinpo.

Bo Qian is so cautious, and the supplies are not sufficient, and I have reminded him again, so that he should not fall into the plan of the fierce summer.

It is likely that he will change his strategy and wait until late at night to attack Gaolinpo. Or lure Wootonley's army down the hill and find a way to wipe them out.

The old horse ate some grass on the spot, was in a good mood, and stumbled around me.

"You're not tired after a day of running." I pulled some grass and lay down on the ground, "We'll lie down until the evening." ”

The old horse happily dangled to me and lay down.

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The exercise was the largest in five years. Except for those soldiers who had the task of defending the city, they were still holding their posts, and all the others were mobilized. It certainly makes sense to give grain and grass for five days.

Yun Han's usual style seems to be generous, but as long as he uses troops and grain and grass scheduling, he is like a real businessman. Every grain of rice is used for the most critical people, at critical times.

He didn't explain to his men why he was saving food, but sensitive people probably felt a long time ago that the front of the border army was shifting en masse to the northwest.

But even if they feel it, they don't say much.

A lot of confidential things, once they are spoken, are easy to be leaked.

Wangjun Valley is a valley with a very peculiar geographical structure. There are rocks above the mouth of the gorge, unless the fire attacks, if ordinary soldiers break in, I am afraid that they will not be able to defeat it for several months. But if there are firearms, it is not possible to smoke the soldiers inside with pouring oil. This location is downwind with waterfalls and mountain winds in the valley.

Not to mention that it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, there are also abundant underground water veins and swimming fish.

If it weren't for the geographical location being too remote and the large army garrisoning, in the troubled times like the early years of the Southern Dynasty, it would definitely be entrenched by the homeless people and regarded as a paradise.

It was such a peculiar valley that became the second stronghold selected by Yun Han.

Yun Han came to the tent that had been set up in Wangjun Valley a long time ago.

In this tent, the furnishings are exactly the same as those of the other two camps. Even the map was marked with the same pen and ink for the march.

"Has anyone been here?" Before he entered the camp, he asked the soldiers.

Soldier: "No. ”

Yun Han: "There are no handymen to clean up?" ”

"Nope." The soldier raised his head and proudly said, "Not even a single fly was put in it!" ”

"Ugh." Yun Han sighed.

The soldier was puzzled.

Yun Han shook his head, but he didn't say anything anymore, and took the lead in the camp.

Xiunai followed closely behind, and pulled down the heavy account.

The outside world was slightly isolated, and the birdsong in the valley could not be heard in the tent, and it was much quieter.

Xiu Nai lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, general, there is always someone who can guess the general's thoughts!" ”

Yun Han sighed: "These fools, in vain I still expect a few thousand commanders to see through my tricks." If this is a march to war, these fools may be miserably trapped. ”

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