The Qin people are still black, and there is a saying about the virtue of black water.

Therefore, the banner of the Qin army was black, and the robes were mostly black, and even on top of the most formal rituals, almost all of them were mainly black.

White clothes, on the contrary, are rare in this era.

Especially pure white clothes, in this dirty era, is simply an anomaly!

But Bai Qi almost didn't hesitate, or even think, he had already decided to wear white clothes and go to the banquet prepared by Zhao Kuo and go to his own place.

And when Bai Qi was struggling to write, the sky finally darkened.

The camp of the Zhao army has been established, and the elite cavalry has been secretly mobilized by Lian Po, and only waiting for the general to give an order, they can rush out and go straight to the Qin camp. As the only person who knew Zhao Kuo's thoughts, Lian Po was also silently preparing for the possible war.

As the deputy general of the army, Tian Dan looked at Lian Po's dispatch of troops to deploy the formation, and he seemed to have a little awareness in his heart.

Of course, Zhao Kuo and Lian Po didn't talk about it, and Tian Dan didn't ask, waiting for things to develop was the only thing he could do, just like he waited in the big grain mountain.

Tian Dan knows very well that waiting is never meaningless, and Tian Dan also believes that when it is time to let himself know, Zhao Kuo will make it clear to himself.

As for Pingyang Jun and Lou Chang, who was beaten with a military stick, and a few others, after passing the king's order, they stayed in the camp with peace of mind, unless necessary, no one wanted to see Zhao Kuo at this time, so as not to touch Zhao Kuo's bad head. Even Pingyuan-kun stayed with them, for fear that his stupid brother would do something stupid again.

Fortunately, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Xu Li quickly followed Zhao Kuo's request and built a temporary pavilion about 300 steps outside the barracks.

It is said that it is a pavilion, but it is actually a straw shed, although it will not fall down as soon as it blows, but a few stacks of straw spread on it indiscriminately, how to look at how it is a little perfunctory, and even a strong wind will lift the roof of the straw shed. Fortunately, it is still summer, even if it is the end of summer, in this place of the party, there is no strong wind to come.

Of course, it's not that Xu Li can't build a good pavilion, it's just that Zhao Kuo said: "Why do you need mulberry ground to bury bones, as a soldier, the horse leather shroud is glory, a pavilion, as long as it doesn't collapse."

So, Xu Li, who took Zhao Kuo's words as a guideline, immediately led his subordinates to build such a simple grass shed. It's just that even Zhao Kuo didn't expect that such a simple grass shed would leave a strong mark in history.

Of course, that's all for later.

As the sun went down, the sky finally got dark.

And Zhao Kuo also slowly walked out of the barracks at this time, and the sound of da-da's footsteps sounded on the land of Shangdang, which seemed to be announcing ***, and seemed to be measuring the thickness of the land.

As the leader of the pro-soldiers, Xu Li held the sword in one hand and the other hand on his waist, and followed Zhao Kuo closely, and he had only one task - to protect Zhao Kuo. As for the others, there are hundreds of guards who follow Zhao Kuo about 20 steps away.

The hundreds of guards, all armed to the teeth and armored, the front row holding a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and the back row with crossbow arrows wound, were obviously fully prepared. The distance of twenty paces is almost instantaneous for the elite guards, and the crossbow arrows at this distance are even more people blocking and killing, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha.

As soon as someone doesn't want to be decent, they flash out of the darkness and help the person who comes to be decent.

Of course, just in case, in the barracks that was gradually disappearing into darkness, several cavalry generals led thousands of elite cavalry troops, which had been quietly mobilized by Lian Po. Behind the half-hidden gate, the moment when the gate opened.

The order they received was that as soon as the door opened, they would rush and kill and destroy the hut along with all the Qin troops outside the hut. And this is one of the reasons why Zhao Kuo didn't let Xu Li build the pavilion too strong.

Because it was dark, braziers had been lit around the huts, which were not only used for lighting, but also as a weapon for sending messages. As soon as things change, it will be kicked or knocked down, and the hay hut can immediately ignite a fire that soars to the sky

It's a signal that the door is open!

In the shed, Zhao Kuo was already sitting in it, a table of elm wood that he had bought from nowhere, and two fairly clean futons as seats, which were all of them.

On the side of the case, there is a small stove, above the stove, a pot of mountain spring has been cooing, in the mountain spring, a pot of old wine has been placed in it, and the aroma of the wine is hot under the boiling water, permeating the entire grass shed.

On top of the table, large chunks of beef were cut into slices, although there were no condiments, no technology and hard work, only a little salt and spices as a companion, but it was also very delicious.

Presumably, I am very satisfied with this send-off!

It was almost autumn, and the breeze slowly caressed the land of Shangdang, taking away the heat of the day, and Zhao Kuo, who was only wearing a robe, was even a little cold. The brazier crackled more and more in the breeze. A gentle breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, but also blowing away the dark clouds overhead that covered the moon, and slowly sending a few neighing sounds of horses in the distance.

And with the sound of these neighing horses, Zhao Kuo's guards on the side instantly became highly nervous.

Immediately afterward, a series of horses' hooves, which were not too heavy, let alone hurried, slowly sounded.

The water in the teapot is cooing even more!

In the darkness, an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in white, slowly revealed his true face on top of the war horse. A pair of sharp eyes swept over the grass shed, instantly making everyone shudder.

Just one appearance made Xu Li's heart beat more than once. The person who came was not Wu Anjun Baiqi, but who else was! And behind Wu Anjun, it was quiet, and there was no one.

Obviously, Wu Anjun understood Zhao Kuo's intentions and made the same decision as Zhao Kuo guessed.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Kuo also raised his head at this time, and between his eyes, although it was the first time he met, he was already like knowing each other, and between the gods, he already cherished each other - you know my ill-intentioned arrangement, I know your determination to feed the tiger with your body.

It's a pity that in the world of great disputes, each is his master. In eye contact, everything seems to be predestined.

Zhao Kuo stood up and got off the horse in vain. Between the tigers and dragons, Bai Qi went outside the grass hut.

"I've seen Wu Anjun!" Zhao Kuo took the lead in clasping his fists and said.

"I've seen Ma Fukun!" Bai Qi also clenched his fists and saluted back.

There is no need to even introduce, let alone question, both of them know each other's identities inside out - non-chess opponents, there is no such compelling momentum!

"Wu Anjun, please."