In a fit of rage, the lord of Quang Ninh summoned almost all the great warriors of Quang Ninh Prefecture under his jurisdiction, and prepared to go south to teach this kid who had never met before and wanted to eat swan meat. Because of the long distance, ordinary warriors will not play much role, but will affect the speed of progress, so the selection is all elite candidates. Although she doesn't have many people herself, there are many people who do good things in the royal capital, and there are many sons and brothers of various nobles who love the county lord. Everyone was full of extreme hatred for Zhao Lingwu, a country boy, and it was incumbent on them to follow the team south, and more than 200 people gathered for a while. Everyone marched in a hurry, but after all, the road was too far away, and when they arrived at the Marquis of Hanzhong, the Marquis of Hanzhong had already led a large army south. They had no choice but to continue their march south, and the southern part of the Marquis of Hanzhong was not mostly plains like the northern ones, and here gradually entered the mountains, and the march was much slower. Along the way, I trekked through mountains and rivers, walked back and forth for more than a year, and finally came to the north of Jianshan. As long as you climb over this reckless mountain, you will enter the territory of Fumian Mansion.

According to the order of the county lord, everyone rested for half an hour, ate some food brought by themselves, and then went on the road again with a sigh and a sigh. By the time everyone climbed a mountain, it was already completely dark, so they had to take local materials and set up torches to continue the descent. Descended a hill to the bottom of the valley and then went up again. The mountain was getting higher and higher, and with the terrible and strange cries of wild beasts that came from all around, gradually the county lord also climbed out of his temper, and when it was about four watches, everyone cried out, and they were tired to death. Everyone stopped by a big river in the valley, and sat on the ground without getting up, and the county lord did not urge or scold this time. Except for a few people who were on guard, everyone could finally sleep soundly.

This river is not simple, originating in the territory of the Marquis of Hanzhong, crossing the lofty mountains of Jianshan, and meandering in the high mountains and deep gorges. After coming out of the southern foot of Sword Mountain, it heads all the way to the south, and finally flows into the Longjiang River to the north of Shuanglong City. People from the south to the north are roughly along this big river to the south, usually in the depths of the Sword Mountain, these places are inaccessible, and no one dares to enter, only the sheep intestine trail opened up when the army passes by has left a mark.

Under the cool river breeze in summer, accompanied by the sound of "whooshing" water, everyone slept very comfortably. It's just that from time to time there is a shrill howl of wild beasts in the mountains, which is really terrifying to hear. The samurai who had lived in the north for a long time watched the woods vigilantly, and strange cries and green eyes flashed there.

Before dawn, everyone was woken up from a sweet dream. It was not the lord of Quang Ninh who woke them up, but the screaming sentinels and the earth-shattering roar of the beast. Thousands of wild beasts had gathered on the foothills of the hills on either side of the valley, and the two hundred men swaggered through their territory at night, which seemed to provoke their wrath. Through the hazy morning light, the great warriors with strong vision found that they had been surrounded by a raging tide of beasts. Among the countless wolves, there are occasionally some black bears as tall and strong as iron towers. The greedy eyes of a hungry wolf the size of a buffalo accompanied by the shining claws of a black bear, although the generals and warriors were not afraid of these ordinary beasts, the scene of the surging beasts still made them tremble. These aristocratic sons and buddies who grew up in the plains far away from the mountains have really never seen such a terrifying scene.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a general, who had obviously been baptized on the battlefield, shouted: "Turn your back to the river, and all of you will line up in battle formation." The rear team by the river used bows and arrows, and was not allowed to retreat. The general was so strong that his voice was so loud that he suppressed the cry of the beast. These people were all elites, and after a short period of panic, everyone quickly formed a battle formation. A group of impatient wolves rushed down first, and as soon as they came out of the woods, they were shot in the head by flying arrows, and fell to the ground with a scream. The great samurai's arrows came with urgency and precision, and many of them passed through the head of one wolf and pierced into the bodies of other wild wolves.

The wild beasts were not intimidated, and with a few more powerful long howls, all the wild wolves rushed out of the forest. The soldiers in the back row drew their bows and arrows at lightning speed, and in a few minutes, there were thousands of corpses of wild wolves outside the outer arc defense circle. In an instant, the wolves were in close contact with the samurai defending in the front row, and the situation of no retreat also aroused the wildness of the samurai, with the arc of the long knife in their hands like lightning, the sound of broken bones and the screams of wild wolves came and went, and the blood was thrown out of the distance with the swing of the long knife, and a puddle of blood was spilled on the county lord with a straight face behind him. The county lord of Quang Ninh didn't move, she didn't look at the place where her pale yellow clothes were dyed red, she was staring at the few black bears in front of her.

The black bears rushed to the front row, and the long knives of the great samurai slashed at their sharp front paws like a clash of steel. The black bear had a lot of strength, and several big samurai took several steps back, and the defense line was torn open.

The county lord of Quang Ninh drew arrows, set up arrows, stretched his bow, and released arrows at a speed that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, and the four actions were done in one go, and the sharp arrows flashed like a white light, passing through the head of the black bear, and then shot into the chest of a black bear behind.

A general commanding in the front row quickly filled the gap, sealed the giant claw of another black bear with a knife in his right hand, and punched straight to the black bear's head with his left hand.

The ferocity of the soldiers suppressed the attacking beasts, and the wolf king in the woods let out a terrible howl, and the beasts stopped attacking, and only howled one after another in the woods, neither attacking nor retreating. Man and beast are in a stalemate, and neither dares to advance, nor can they retreat.

At this time, it was already dawn, and the lord of Quang Ninh did not dare to stay here for a long time, because there were also more than a dozen great warriors lying on the ground. The so-called ants bite the elephant to death, and even the gods in this mountain can't figure out how many brute beasts there are, or the thirty-six records are the best policy. A general led the way to open a road, and the county lord didn't even want a sedan chair, drew his sword in his hand, and hurriedly climbed another mountain with everyone to continue his journey. From then on, the lord of Quang Ninh no longer ordered to climb the mountain at night, and always chose to spend the night in the temporary camp where the army was stationed in the past. The people who followed him also breathed a sigh of relief, not only was it much safer, but the intensity of the march was much lower. After more than ten days of running over mountains and mountains, the county lord of Guangning and his entourage finally crossed the endless Sword Mountain and came to Qinbaling in the northeast of Fumian City.

Everyone thought that they would be able to see the army of the Marquis of Hanzhong in a few more days, but they did not expect that the crowds near Qinbaling were surging, the rout was coming, and the tattered banner of the Marquis of Hanzhong on the ridge fluttered in the wind.