The barbecue is stuffed into the mouth, well, the taste is so-so, and it can only be said that it is better than a fresh meat.

Jiang Wu and Wang Hong caught their hands and gathered around Ling Hupo, munching on their mouths full of oil.

I only pity Zhao Er, the injury on his belly is a little serious, the yellow mutton is a 'hair thing', this meat can't be eaten, and he can't drink alcohol.

He could only watch everyone eat meat in large pieces, drink wine in large bowls, and order pickles next to him, eat corn, and a pot of ghost things boiled into a mush, which looked really pitiful.

Touring the racecourse sounds simple, but there are actually a lot of things to do.

Not only do they have to check the incoming and outgoing account books, but they also have to compare them with the real thing, and these two things alone are enough for all of them to check for three or five days.

There are also the number of horses, coat color, horse breed, etc., which do not match the characters recorded in the horse farm records.

These are the main tasks of Ling Hupo and Wang Hong, which are relatively heavy and trivial tasks.

Fortunately, Han Mingdazhi was not here, and the inspection of the horse farm was just a cover-up, and he was waiting for the military information to be sent from outside.

Wang Hong naturally knew all this, and led Ling Hupo and others to go around the West Racecourse a few times, and then led people across the Canghe River to the East Racecourse on the other side of the river, and continued to perfunctory.

Three days later, in the early morning, the group quietly sneaked out of the range of the Canghe East Racecourse.

This time, they headed directly to the southeast and headed towards Yunhai Town.

From the east horse farm of Canghe, the straight-line distance to Yunhai Castle is about 300 miles away, if the war horse gallops on the post road day and night, it can be reached on the fifth watch day of the next day.

But they don't take the post road, it's all rugged mountain roads, and Han Mingda's plan is to arrive in two days and nights, and start the operation on the third day.

It was impossible for the group to stay at the inn that night, and it all turned into camping.

As Yunhai Castle approached, Han Mingda's brows were furrowed deeper and deeper, and he was even a little anxious.

Ling Hupo can see that this guard is carrying out a 'beheading' plan.

There is a high probability that in the name of the acting general inspecting Yunhai Town, he will have a cup to catch the king.

At noon the next day, in the scorching sun, the group stopped to rest in the woods.

Ling Hupo washed his face beside the stream, looked at the reflection in the stream, and felt that his face was full of black gas, which was very ominous.

In the evening of the same day, camping in the forest on the edge of Yunhai Town, Ling Hupo gritted his teeth and finally took the initiative to find Han Mingda.

It can be seen that Han Gongcao is not in a smooth mood, which can be said to be bad.

"Gong Cao, give me someone, and the two of us will go and bring back Fan Qianqian's head to you."

Han Mingda was already troubled, but at this moment, his face was full of shock, and he quickly covered it up, habitually raising his chin and glaring at him.

"Nonsense, even if Jing Ke assassinates Qin, you still have to offer the picture first, what do you have? And you may not be able to see Fan Qianqian's face? ”

He considered the success rate, and he was afraid that Linghu Po would be killed by Fan Qianli before he could get close to him, which would startle the snake.

Ling Hupo immediately held his temperament, looked at the people sitting around the bonfire not far away, and stretched out his hand to invite Han Mingda to walk deeper into the forest.

Han Mingda is the chief, how can he obey the will of his subordinates?

Seeing that Han Mingda was motionless, Ling Hupo moved his steps first and walked towards the depths of the woods.

After a while, Han Mingda followed.

In the dark, the two finally began to sneakily exchange ears.

"Master Gong Cao, let's go over so publicly, it's no different from sending it to death! With a few groups of people who followed along the way, Fan Qianli paid attention to the movements of the general and you, it should have been a long time, if the Yunhai Castle was defenseless, it would be called a ghost. ”

Ling Hupo directly expressed his opinion.

As he spoke, he took out a few nameplates from his pocket and handed them to Han Mingda.

The bronze medal was engraved with the name, unit number, etc., Han Mingda moved to a place with a little glimmer of light and looked, it was indeed a person from the Mayi barracks.

He put the nameplate in his coat pocket and returned to the yamen to investigate it thoroughly.

Han Mingda was silent for a long time before he said:

"You have the greatest credit for this interception and killing in the Yangsang River camp, and this official plans to report to General Guo and promote you to the head of the catcher team, and I hope you will make new contributions."

In the darkness, I couldn't see Han Mingda's expression, I could only hear his voice.

Well, it feels much more comfortable than before.

The swaggering official is the most annoying.

Han Mingda suddenly said this, just to win people's hearts, so that Hupo He didn't know that he was sober.

There is a life to fight for fame, but there is no life to enjoy!

Joining the army is a fight for life, licking blood on the tip of the knife, but every time you act, you have to figure out what are the chances of winning?

Rushing into it without any chance of winning, Ling Hupo was emotionally resistant, and he would never do it.

"Gong Cao, you bring a few of us, and you want to meet Fan Qianqian directly?"

"Well, yes, surprise! As long as he gets there, the old thief will not dare to move lightly under the panic, and seeing that there are few of us, he will meet with the official, feast, etc., and kill him at that time, they will be a group of dragons without a leader! The general's next step is to clean up the mess, and it will be easy. ”

Ling Hupo may not know that this kind of decapitation scheme belongs to the style of the era of heroism at the moment, and it is very respected.

Going through the annals of history, there are really many successful examples.

This is not reckless, but on the basis of knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, the assassination plan derived, which seems to be risky, but has a certain truth.

"Can you ask the Panlong Town garrison to assist on the periphery?"

Ling Hupo thought of Jin Shubao, who had just been promoted to the guard of Panlong Town, and was in charge.

"Not for the time being, according to investigation, Fan Qianqian has an undercover agent in Panlong Town, sitting and probing, if you ask for help, I am afraid that there will be changes! The Turkic Western Alliance soldiers can be killed at any time. In the dark, Han Mingda's eyes were bright.

Linghu Po understood, Fan Qianli has been mixed on the border for many years, this old thief is like a loach, the wind is tight here, he can cross the border to the outside of the plug.

If you want to say that the real response is estimated to be the cavalry led by Guo Rui, he will attack unexpectedly.

In fact, the guards in Panlong Town can also do it.

Of course, whether these are under consideration, Han Mingda will not disclose them for the time being, which makes Hupo feel anxious.

Without the support of peripheral forces, regardless of whether Fan Qianqian lives or dies, the eight of them are all worried about their lives.

In fact, each leader has his own style.

In ancient times, one of the commonalities of the people who led the troops was actually obvious, that is, Ci did not take charge of the troops.

In order to achieve strategic goals, many generals do not care about the death or injury of their soldiers, but only care about their own reputation, status, and military achievements.

When one day, when Linghu Po led the troops himself, there would actually be not many exceptions.

The times make heroes!

But right now, the characters are different, and the feelings are completely different.

He believes that before the beheading operation is carried out, it is a very rare opportunity to have an open and honest talk with the commander.

This is the way of thinking of modern people, to deal with things more than 1,000 years ago, which is actually not feasible at all.

The so-called communication between superiors and subordinates is contrary to the law and etiquette at the moment, and it is easy to misunderstand and become very dangerous.