Soldiers are fast.

This is the basic military knowledge that an excellent commander and fighter must know and possess.

Just when the Qin army held a heart-to-heart meeting overnight on unifying ideas and welcoming the final battle of Shangdang, the three giants of Zhao Jun finally reached an agreement on the deployment of the battle of Shangdang.

In the dark night, a little starlight accompanied by the dim moonlight, sprinkled on the ancient city wall, on the moss, a Zhao pawn named Night Watch, holding Changge in his hand and looking at the calm mountains, groups of patrolling Zhao troops were orderly appearing and disappearing behind them.

Under the thick city walls, the city gate has been opened, and Tian Dan, wearing battle armor, is standing outside the city gate, watching the billowing dust and smoke in front of him gradually melt into the darkness. A breeze blew, and the irritable summer mood weakened slightly, but it couldn't reduce the boredom in my heart - although the road ahead was sparse with moon and stars, there were still mountains and fog, and I don't know how the ups and downs were!

Looking up at the Xiongguan standing quietly, and the figures coming and going on the city were wrong, Tian Dan silently made up his mind in his heart, the two generals were at ease, but there was still a breath of air, and they would never let the old pass be lost!

In the darkness where the heavens and the earth were mixed, a team of hundreds of people holding torches in one hand, like a fire dragon in the darkness, was galloping towards the Danshui defense line along the winding road.

It was Zhao Kuo and Lian Po and his party, taking advantage of the fact that the sky was not yet dawn, they had to rush back to the camp of Han Wangshan overnight, and the more one day of waiting, the more one day of grain, the more one day of grain, the Zhao army's chances of winning would be one point lower, and one more day of preparation, Zhao Jun's chances of winning would be a few points.

The hot wind in the summer is blowing in the ears, but it can't bring a trace of coolness.

In the scorching heat, the body was heavily armoured, coupled with the high mental tension and strenuous exercise, the body had already been soaked in sweat, and the layers of armor were faintly oozing sweat, and the gray hair and beard were blown out of the hood by the galloping summer wind, and rolled into a roll under the blessing of sweat, tightly attached to Lian Po's sideburns.

Even young soldiers can't withstand such a toss, not to mention, it is only half a day since General Lian Po galloped to his hometown, and between a day and night, the fast horse traveled hundreds of miles, or in the Warring States period without saddle stirrups, the feet must always clamp the horse's belly to maintain their own balance, which can be known as hard work.

However, not a single person in the long column complained about a word, and no one proposed to fix one or two, like a silent train, roaring through the layers of darkness and rushing towards the deeper darkness, leaving the sound of horses' hooves echoing behind him.

Perhaps only such an army can be called elite!

It's just that our master Zhao Kuo has suffered, although he inherited the riding skills of the original owner, there is no technical difficulty in long-distance running, but the hardship is still suffered by himself after all.

Since Ma Fujun's death, Zhao Kuo has not been in the barracks any longer, and the calluses on the inner thighs have long fallen off, replaced by pieces of tender meat. And this delicate skin and flesh obviously can't help tossing at all, and after running for more than ten miles, it has been gradually worn out in repeated friction.

Immediately after that, sweat gradually accumulates along the torso towards the inner thighs, and the salt in the body plays a huge role. The tender meat with broken skin and the baptism of salt water makes you feel the excitement of fire when you think about it!

So, every step has become a torment!

Fortunately, the tingling pain in the inner thigh was quickly masked by the soreness of the whole leg. In the howling wind, the breathing became more and more rapid, and the oxygen that could be absorbed became less and less. A large amount of lactic acid begins to build up in the muscles, and the soreness intensifies. Coupled with the long twists and turns and exertion, the legs already have a tendency to cramp.

Then, the tingling and soreness in the legs gradually evolved into a tingling pain in the lungs, and the head became a little groggy. Zhao Kuo understood that this was his body alerting him.

Zhao Kuo, who was born in a new society and grew up under the red flag, when has he ever suffered so much! The people who even had to take the ropeway to climb the mountain were almost about to die suddenly in this hurry.

A voice shouted in Zhao Kuo's mind: "Stop! Take a break, it's fine. You are the commander of the army, who dares to make irresponsible remarks? ”

However, Zhao Kuo glanced around slightly, and completely crushed this thought.

"Don't stop for a moment!"

Zhao Kuo silently admonished himself in his heart.

The so-called "military well has not been dug, and there will be no thirst; If the military stove is not opened, it will not be hungry. "None of the surrounding soldiers said anything, and General Lian Po, who was more than 50 years old, ran back and forth without saying anything, how could he stop, how dare he stop.

If you stop at this time, your image will be ruined, and you can't even stand this little suffering, how can you continue to deal with the Qin army in the hard battles in the future?

"Give it up! Zhuge Kongming is still commanding the battle on a wheeled vehicle, who dares to say before Zhuge that he doesn't understand martial arts? ”

"No! Zhuge is a civil official, and he has military merits, and it is indispensable to command the battle by car, but he is a military general, and this battle is the first battle in the true sense of his own. How can you be trusted? ”

"Take a break! Your body can't take it anymore! If you continue like this, you will die! ”

"No, you can't listen, it's over when you stop, not only you're finished, but Zhao Guo is also finished, and the world is over! Persistence, must be persevered. ”

The two voices were like fighting in the ring, constantly impacting Zhao Kuo's nerves, making Zhao Kuo even more painful.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Kuo's eyes closed slightly, Ma Fujun's former earnest teachings suddenly flashed in his mind, and Zhao Kuo also followed the familiar and unfamiliar voice and began to slowly adjust his breathing.

Clamp your legs, lower your body, grasp the reins with both hands, don't panic, follow the horse's breathing, and exhale in unison...... Suck......

Yes, follow the rhythm of the war horse, feel the flow of breath, and exhale...... Suck...... kai

Look straight ahead, yes, get closer to the horse's back, feel the ups and downs of the horse, follow the horse's gaze, and call out together...... Suck......

Gradually, Zhao Kuo finally got better, although the tingling and soreness in the lower body were still there, but with the improvement of breathing, the stinging pain in the lungs and five organs gradually disappeared, and the support for the head gradually improved.

What was originally a little difficult to follow forward has become a leisurely stroll.

Fortunately, all this was done in silence, and the dark night gave Zhao Kuo the best cover. No one knows what kind of intricate psychological and physical struggle they admire the chief general has just experienced......