"Report the rate of tun, the post has been confirmed with Liu Joinjun of the Yunhai Fort Department, the back mountain is a cliff, and the defenders have at most mobile sentinels, in addition, Luo Bu led the order to send new troops to feint in the front to attract the attention of the defenders."

The person who answered Jin Shubao's question was named He Junji, the Shanggu He family in Sanshui, Qinzhou, and was a veritable disciple of the wealthy clan.

Father He Zhi, official worship Pingzhou Rashi, Duke of Feicheng.

The disciples of the wealthy families of the scholar clan went to the border to gild for a few years to win military merits and return to Beijing, which is also the most common way to be promoted.

He Junji is 20 years old this year and is already a veteran scout.

"Are you sure there are less than eighty defenders?" Jin Shubao was still a little puzzled.

"Well, the military information I got so far, that's it!"

Jin Shubao was silent after hearing this, waved his hand for a long time, and motioned for his subordinates to put away the map.

He looked up at the position of the sun in the sky, and then said firmly to the team:

"Don't worry, in a quarter of an hour, let's get moving!"

At that moment, a thin young man walked in.

Named Fan Hu, a fellow villager with Jin Shubao, both are from Licheng, Qingzhou, nicknamed Mountain Monkey, born in Orion, has been a bandit, and has the ability to fly eaves and walk on walls.

He is now a chief of Jin Shubao Guard.

I saw him hugging his fists and saying to Uncle Jin:

"Tun rate, the location of the back mountain has been explored, and the height is about eighty zhang, but they are all cliffs, if you want to climb up, it is quite difficult!"

"Monkey, can you climb up?" Jin Shubao asked with blazing eyes.

Fan Hu nodded and grinned: "I've seen it, it shouldn't be a problem!" ”

"Alright, the team will go now!"

Jin Shubao led the task force and left the camp.

……

The front of Yunhai Mountain.

The new pawn attack on the mountain is about to begin.

Linghu Po and they were each given twenty feather arrows.

He found that the cowhide quiver was half empty.

Attack with twenty feathered arrows, and there will be little left as soon as a few waves of arrow rain are released, even if you rush to the enemy with all odds and dangers, it is a miserable world without arrows to shoot the enemy.

An attacker without feathered arrows, in front of the defenders, is like a lamb sent to the wolf's mouth, to be slaughtered.

Ling Hupo didn't listen to Diao's fat nonsense at all, but pulled out his hunting knife and quietly walked to a tall and thin man.

"Hey, give me two of your feather arrows!"

The hunting knife was behind him, and the tall, thin body immediately stiffened.

The mother's one poured blood mold, and this living Hades came to grab things again.

Before the committed, the tall and thin man was a slave trader who did all kinds of evil.

Therefore, at that time, in the training camp for new soldiers, it was also a big thorn.

When he was beaten by Linghu Po for the first time, of course he was very unconvinced.

Last month, he also brought six or seven people, I don't know whether they were homeless people in the castle or slaves bought, to find Linghupo for revenge.

As a result, these guys didn't get any bargains, and they were beaten by Linghu Po, three punches and two kicks, and they were all beaten down.

Two of them were cut off their legs and hands by Linghu Po, and their lives are still uncertain.

Now this tall and thin man, when he saw his figure, walked around in fright.

"Feather arrows are divided into two, otherwise, I will kill you first!" Ling Hupo shouted in a low voice, and used a little force against the hunting knife on his back.

The blade pierced the man's clothes, and blood oozed from his skin, and he felt a dull pain.

“… I... Here you go, don't... Don't kill me! The tall and thin man immediately confessed and almost urinated.

He turned his head with difficulty, a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and took out two of the feather arrows he had just taken and handed them over.

Linghu Po put the two feather arrows into his quiver, looked around, and began to look for the next object, and concocted it in the same way.

……

With just a cup of tea, Ling Hupo and Xu Shichang each had forty feather arrows in their quivers.

With enough feather arrows in his hand, Hu Po's heart is much more steady.

This is the same as modern warfare, with guns and bullets in hand, people are not so panicked.

At this time, after the feather arrow was sent, the fat fart was finished.

I saw that the fat man waved his fat hand, signaling Linghu Slope and their new pawn team to start rushing upward.

In order to prevent desertion, about ten elite veterans, fully armed, followed behind the new soldiers.

If someone runs away without permission, they will be killed as a deserter immediately.

This is a normal state of wartime for the wartime of the war.

Because not everyone has the courage to sacrifice their lives for the country.

This made Linghu Po, who came through the crossing, more clearly understand what it means to die and live, and what it means to be in charge of the soldiers.

The ancients said: One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

Maybe one day, Linghu Po will become famous and become a general, and he will do more than this.

A group of 100 recruits slowly groped their way to the top of the mountain.

They didn't have any armor on them, not even soft armor or goggles, let alone any shields to defend themselves against.

Fat these bastards, they've gone too far.

The team had neither an attack formation nor a skirmisher combat posture, and they did not emphasize anything, and they had not been specially trained before.

So, some of the new pawns carried the shabby ring-headed knives without scabbards on their shoulders, and walked forward with a swagger.

Some, with their fingers strung in the big ring hole at the end of the knife, chatted with the people around them.

It's not like attacking a mountain, it's like a group summer outing, or going up the mountain to collect mushrooms.

It's simply an unsuspecting rhythm of death.

The strange thing is that the veterans who supervised the battle behind did not say a word to remind them.

Anyway, they all go up to die, stretch their necks for people to cut, what posture do they need to pose?

I guess that's what they wanted.

The louder the shouting below, the more it will attract the attention of the enemy on the mountain.

This is a veritable feint.

Of course, there are also some people who have new strokes, who know this cannon fodder method of warfare, and seem very scared, trembling all over their bodies as they walk forward, and constantly reaching out to wipe the sweat on their foreheads.

100 recruits with 100 expressions.

The world is full of things, and that's just the case.

Ling Hupo and Xu Shichang walked in the left position at the back of the team, but not the last.

There is a large hidden space on the left, and there are dense woods on the other side.

After walking about half the distance, it is estimated that the front of the team is still one hundred and twenty or thirty steps away from the top of the mountain.

Ling Hupo used gestures and eye cues to tell his brother Xu Shichang to stay vigilant and slow down.

The two of them kept looking at everything around them, hunched over, and walked towards the hillside little by little.

Slowly, I distanced myself from the cannon fodder who were about to die in front of me.

However, they did not go too far from the large army in front to avoid being treated as deserters.

At the same time, the ten veterans who were in charge of overseeing the battle followed the ranks of the new soldiers about fifty paces.

Suddenly, the veterans cautiously lay down, not ready to advance.