In the early morning of the next day, Ling Hupo was about to ride on Lao Hei and return to the barracks to work, but saw Han Mingda and his party come to the racecourse.

They need to borrow war horses to carry out special tasks.

When it comes to war horses, the barracks have strict regulations, except for the war horses of the cavalry troops, the rest of the soldiers do not have exclusive horses, if they need to use horses for business, they can take the barracks to drive Cao Gong's letter to the horse ranch to borrow.

In the entire guarding Cao, there is only one horse that is the exclusive horse of Gong Cao Han Mingda, because he is at the level of the minister.

Officers below the rank of the barracks do not have exclusive horses.

It's a bit like the agency bus management of later generations.

And Linghu Po has a private horse, or a good breed horse outside the Saiwai, in front of everyone's eyes, which makes people extremely unbalanced, envious and jealous.

Think about it, in the later generations, a newcomer to the small clerk, driving a BMW 740 to and from work, can the agency not be a sensation?

But it's a private car, what's wrong with you?!

"Linghu, don't go back to the barracks for the time being, let's follow General Guo to carry out military affairs." Han Mingda ordered.

"Yes, Master Gongcao."

Guarding and capturing Cao belongs to the disciplined forces, and he will do it immediately, and his whereabouts are uncertain, so of course Ling Hupo can understand.

He followed Han Mingda and his party with a stern expression and walked out of the racecourse.

As a person of later generations, Ling Hupo saw the prestige of the ancient general's travel for the first time.

The banner was unfurled, and a cavalry camp of more than 100 men and horses opened the way in front, and the fierce spirit was exposed, all of which were well-trained soldiers in the army.

Around Guo Rui, there are more than ten personal guards, all of whom are skilled archers and horses.

Linghu Po is not bad now, dressed in a sergeant's summer suit, riding a big black war horse, a burden hanging on the horse's back, in addition to dry food, is a change of clothes.

Then there is the water bladder, the ring head knife, the gaiter hunting knife, and the cowhide quiver on his back, in addition to the feather arrows, there is also a three-stone big iron bow obtained from Yunhai Mountain.

Xu Shichang, who was sent to the venue, looked at the eldest brother, his face was full of envy and joy.

Ling Hupo looked down at his outfit and was quite satisfied.

Counting from the training camp for new soldiers, more than half a year has passed, and the time has not been wasted in vain, and the mess is not bad.

The horse's hooves got it, and he got out of the racecourse, and Linghu Po followed Han Mingda and Wang Hong to join the other team of catchers.

These five catchers look very young, but they are full of fierce energy, plus an aura that no one can approach.

You don't need to look at it at all, you can know when you smell it, the standard border army elite has killed people, shed blood, and is murderous when you stare at it.

They are still in the initial stage of the elite, and their murderous aura is exposed and undisguised.

Only those guys who are happy on the surface and don't show their faces, but don't hesitate to chop them out with a knife when they turn their faces, are the most dangerous.

Therefore, he didn't pay much attention to these five people.

I was already a catcher, I only reported for duty yesterday, and I went on a business trip today, so I don't know what the ten soldiers under me look like.

It's a joke to think about.

A team guarding the city gate, with seventeen or eighteen pawns, watched more than 100 uniformed soldiers riding over, hurriedly "snapped...", stood up, and saluted.

"Click... Da Da Da..."

The cavalry hurried by, walking like a dragon, and the momentum was magnificent.

Out of the north city gate, the group went straight to the northwest.

The area outside the city of Mayi is mostly mountainous and has always been known for being sparsely populated.

Along the way, I really didn't meet a few figures.

Mayi City was named after the Qin generals Bai Qi and Zhao Kuo who fought in Changping, and built this city to raise horses.

The city is located in the middle of the mountainside in the mountains, the south is bordered by a small stream, and the north rejects the big river.

Historically, there are two famous allusions: "The Siege of Mayi" and "The Conspiracy of Mayi".

The protagonist of the former is Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, and the protagonist of the latter is Liu Che, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty.

It has always been one of the main battlefields of repeated competition between the farming peoples of the south and the nomads of the north.

In the eyes of many high-ranking officials and eunuchs in the Central Plains, this is a damn 'dangerous place', and no one wants to come here to be an official.

Desolate, desolate.

It is the summer harvest season, and this desolation can only mean that this year's grain output in this area of Mayi will not be too high.

The pinching was very accurate, and when it was getting late, I just arrived at a post station.

The cavalry who opened the road camped next to the post station, and it was only Guo Rui and his guards who entered the post station to rest, as well as Han Mingda's guards and Cao people.

When the post commander saw that it was General Guo Rui who arrived, he immediately commanded the post men to get busy, cooking for cooking, and feeding the horses.

The post station is not small, after all, it is close to Mayi City, and it is estimated that there are still a lot of people coming and going.

Linghupo is the first time to experience, the ancient road post described in ancient books.

If no one had told him that it was a post station, he would have thought it was the house of a large family.

This also proves that the transmission of information at the ancient border passes was still very developed.

The transmission of military information, the transportation of horses, and the transfer of soldiers to and from here all have to undertake the main tasks, and the post station will definitely not be built if it is small.

However, in the middle of summer, it is at the stage when the post stations around the country are relatively leisurely.

Of course, this is only in comparison.

The postman was one of the lowest miscellaneous people in ancient times, and it is not an exaggeration to describe their situation as miserable.

Except for the post chief, the post men have no pay, they belong to one of the imperial court conscriptions, and they are all unpaid labor.

Don't say so much, let's just say that Linghupo and their line, a total of 21 officers and soldiers, entered the post station and were received with great hospitality.

The postmen ran back and forth, serving tea and pouring water, as humble as slaves and untouchables.

In fact, this is also the case, except for the post chief who is a petty official, the post man is a pariah, and he is one level lower than the common people.

The end of the Jin Dynasty abolished slavery, and the current untouchables are the lowest class, they have no land and real estate in their names, only have a household registration, and they used to be homeless.

Han Mingda accompanied Guo Rui into the upper wing of the post station, and the postman brought well water to wash and prepare to eat.

The guards were all on guard, but their stomachs were growling with hunger.

Soon, the food was delivered, and the postman also brought two jars of soju.

Of course, the wine on the ancient road post road is only highly turbid wine.

It is forbidden for military personnel to drink alcohol at night.

Food, accommodation, etc. are free of charge at the post station, which is one of the necessary benefits for court officials to go on patrol.

Of course, Guo Rui was accompanied by Han Mingda, eating and drinking in the upper wing, surrounded by his guards.

The cavalry stationed outside the post station were cooked by themselves and had nothing to do with the post station.

At most, the post station provides some convenience.

Ling Hupo and Wang Hong, as well as the five catchers, ate in the hall outside.

The two of them were low-level petty officers and occupied a table, and the five catchers, including a captain, occupied a table next to them.

In the midst of the clear distinction, hierarchies and small groups are also delineated.

"Brother Wang, those five soldiers are also our fellow soldiers?"

I have been talking to each other all day, and I haven't even farted to each other, making me look mysterious.

Ling Hupo probably understood what was going on in his heart, but he still couldn't help but want to do it thoroughly.