Nothing to say all the way.

Ten miles away from the tiger's mouth, is Honglingdu.

Honglingdu is not a ferry, there is no river here, it is just a place name.

Fan Kuai led the team to ambush here, ready to respond at any time. Fang Shiqing led Guan Yu's team to continue to advance.

At the end of the day, they sneaked to the foot of the Tiger Mouth Mountain.

According to the battle plan, the time of the attack was set at the ugly hour.

When it is ugly, in the dead of night, the mountain bandits are already asleep, and it is the best time to attack.

It was still early, Fang Shiqing released the guard post, and then ordered the rest of the county soldiers to lurk, rest well, recover their strength, and nourish their spirits.

Night, quietly.

"Goo-goo-goo......"

The screams of the night owls are miserable, and the silence of the cold winter night is eerie.

At the foot of Laohukou Mountain, the county soldiers of Qinghe County lurk in the shadows, like hunting tigers, waiting for the opportunity; On the mountain, it gradually returns to calm; In addition to gambling, there is no other entertainment on the mountain, and it is cold and freezing, so it is better to hide in the bed.

If there is no shortage of women in the bed, life is perfect.

Hong Rengan hugged the pillow, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Yan Song, the magistrate of Shanyang County, is his eldest brother. The two of them are an official and a bandit, and they have cooperated tacitly over the years, and they have made a lot of money.

It's a pity that he is a bandit after all, even if the eldest brother is a magistrate, he can't nest in the city every day to eat, drink spicy and visit the green building, and live a fairy life.

He spent most of his time in the mountains, drinking and eating jerky. He sometimes wonders why there is such a big difference between people.

Everyone is a bandit, why can Yan Song lie in the city every day as a god, but he has to nest in the mountains as a bandit?

Do you want to discuss with him and switch their identities?

There is also the Qinghe merchant surnamed Wu, is he willing to exchange the secret recipe for hostages? The stolen fine salt was placed in Shanyang County, but it was waiting to be sold. Fine salt is not sold, it is still salt.

Salt is not silver, and no amount of it is of any use to him.

He admired Yan Song, and he could even think of the secret recipe for making salt in the hands of a merchant surnamed Wu. It's the real treasure.

The wind blows, and the dead branches rustle.

Fang Shiqing closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. The war was imminent, and she was clear and clear, without any distractions, just deducing the entire battle plan repeatedly and wholeheartedly. It was the first time she led a team to suppress bandits independently, and it was the first time she went on an expedition, which was a huge challenge for her.

Sour Xiucai's "Essentials of the Art of War" says that in order to win the war, it is necessary to have the advantages of time, place, and people.

In this battle, she is not advantageous in terms of location.

But she can be unprepared and taken by surprise. Promote her strengths and make up for her shortcomings, she has a chance to win.

She must prevail, or the consequences will be dire.

Simon Feixue was bored and bitten a grass, the grass had dried up, and it was difficult to bite.

Guan Yu took the bird gun hand and carefully wiped the bird gun. Adults say that this thing is more squeamish, and it should be wiped from time to time, as if it must be checked before the war, otherwise it is easy to malfunction.

The county soldier who didn't have a bird gun came up with a look of envy, and was driven away by him, why didn't he understand the military order?

The captain told you to lurk and rest, didn't you understand?

Do you want Lao Tzu to use military law to say it again?

The county soldiers left stupidly, thinking that sooner or later, there would be a bird, you have to be a fart!

The tiger's mouth is not without terrain advantages, Hong Rengan can entrench this place for a long time, except that he hugs Yan Song's thighs, it is this towering wall. The wall is built on the hill and is about two feet high.

If it weren't for the fact that it was built on a hill, some people might mistake it for a city.

In fact, it is a den of mountain bandits.

Maybe it was Hong Rengan's carelessness, or maybe he didn't think that anyone would dare to trouble him on the mountain in Yansong's territory, so the defense of the entire cottage was lax, and all the way from the foot of the mountain, Fang Shiqing and they only encountered one sentry.

The two mountain bandits who were guarding the fire fell asleep around the fire pit, and Guan Yu slapped one of the mountain bandits hard before he woke up. He was still confused, so Guan Yu swung a knife to cut his artery.

The other was stabbed in the heart by Zhanzhao while he was still asleep.

The action went smoothly than expected, Fang Shiqing's confidence increased greatly, and their fighting spirit was high, and they soon touched the front of the cottage.

The moon buds hung in the middle of the sky, and the moonlight was faint. The outline of the walled city is faintly visible.

"It's really tall."

Guan Yu looked at the wall of the cottage and sighed, he originally wanted to pee on it. Because of the beautiful captain by his side, he could only omit this signature action that best expressed the man's amazement and disdain.

Fang Shiqing signaled to Ximen Feixue, Ximen Feixue comprehended and performed the magic technique, but when he saw his figure flashing, the wind did not stop, and the person had already appeared in front of the cottage a few zhang away.

"Pretend!"

Guan Yu snorted lightly.

Fang Shiqing glared at him. Although she didn't know what "pretending" meant, she understood that it was definitely not a good word. I thought that the sour show was powerless, but that broken mouth and scolding were first-class.

The county soldiers under her command uttered one or two scolding words from time to time, all of which were sour saliva from time to time.

But they are not ashamed, but proud!

They also shamelessly said that they scolded people so highly, who didn't take it as a guideline?

Guan Yu saw that Fang Shiqing's eyes were not good, so he explained curtly, "Actually, those are good words, which are specially used to express personal praise." ”

Fang Shiqing's eyes were even more unkind, and he raised his hand and whipped Guan Yu.

"Why are you bullying Miss Ben for not reading?"

Guan Yu was about to open his mouth to cry out in pain, but Fang Shiqing had already raised his leather whip again, his eyes were sharp.

"You shout and try it?"

Guan Yu quickly shut up and swallowed the pain raw.

The thorn was honest, Fang Shiqing came back to his senses, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have used hole-style swear words to scold people just now, especially ......

Am I also assimilated by Sour Xiucai?

"Goo-goo-goo......"

The screams of night owls from the cottage interrupted her struggle. It was a security alert from Simon Flying Snow, the obstacle had been cleared, and it was time for them to act.

Fang Shiqing put away the leather whip, drew his sword, and ordered softly:

"Up!"

The county soldiers rushed up.

Ximen Feixue stood in front of the open cottage door and answered, "Quick, fast, light action......"

Mao 18 was woken up by a soak of urine, but the weather was too cold, Mo said that he would go to the thatched house and leave the bed, and he resisted.

However, people have three urgencyes, and urine is the most difficult to hold.

In desperation, he reached out and grabbed the teapot, poured out the cold boiled water inside, and then let it make a cameo appearance in the night pot.

After a period of overwhelm, he was relieved.

"Sand ...... Sand ......"

The tips of his ears twitched slightly, and he seemed to hear footsteps. The footsteps were light and unchaotic, as if there were quite a few people.

He concluded that the other party was not from the cottage.

So who are they?

Mao Laoba gently put down the tea...... Nightpot, quickly put on his clothes, took off the machete hanging on the wall, and he also gathered the quilt, making the illusion that he was still sleeping in bed.

Then he crept to the door, machete in hand, and waited in silence.