There were more or less men pouring out of each row of houses in the middle. Some of them wore simple leather armor, while others wore ordinary robes. holding long and short sticks in his hands; Some people tie a small piece of stone of various shapes to a stick, and it is impossible to see or tell whether it is suitable for stabbing or striking.

These people gathered in the square in front of them, and there were about thirty people. The lieutenant had already done his best to drape himself up, and with a stick in his hand, he was already standing there; His two sons, small in stature, were apparently immature. There were also several old people standing behind him, who should be the old men of the various families in the middle. There is a flag next to it, and there is a twist on it, I don't know what is drawn, but everyone in it knows that this flag is the battle flag in itself.

The queue is divided by family, and the patriarch is the captain. The heads of each family in the clan lined up with their own families, and those with many people in the family had seven or eight in a row, and those with few three or two people lined up in a row with their neighbors.

Zheng Anping and no one are related to each other, and they stand aside alone. He is a military soldier, so he should naturally return to the post station to return to the team, but he is unwilling to go back alone early, preferring to stay in Lizhong for a while, follow the people to the front line, and then return to the team.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the chief began to speak loudly: "Our Daliang City, since the construction of the city, no one dares to come; The city is ten feet high, and the soldiers are 100,000. This time, there are people who are not afraid of death coming, and they all put their hearts on the guts, and there is no big ball. He turned around, gave a salute, and said, "Teach the elders!" ”

One of the old men walked out, apparently the oldest, and said in a slightly trembling, hoarse voice: "You guys don't know that twenty years ago, I followed Meng Weijun all the way to Hangu Pass, and the Qin people didn't even dare to come out. Ten years ago, you remember, the Qin people came to our Daliang City, took a look, and ran away. Why? The city is too high, and there are too many soldiers. This time, the Qin people don't give up, and they come back, you have to let them see if the city of Daliang is not high, and there are not many soldiers! Don't be afraid of him in battle, look at his forehead, he will be afraid of you! ”

The old man retreated, and another old man walked out: "Have you remembered what the Great Elder said just now?" ”

The crowd replied, "Remember! ”

"Don't lose your face, don't loosen your face, follow the chief, don't lose it. Remember? ”

The crowd replied, "I remember! ”

"What should I do if I lose it? Look for this flag and lean under it. Remember? ”

They replied, "I remember!" ”

The elder waved his hand and retreated.

Seeing that the two elders had spoken, the lieutenant shouted: "Sacrifice the flag!" ”

Two more old men came up and brought out a chicken coop, and inside was a big rooster. The Great Elder grabbed the desperately struggling, skillfully twisted its neck, and slashed with his hand, and the blood of the chicken gushed out. The elder shook his hand violently, and the blood of the chicken splattered onto the banner, dotting scarlet.

The Great Elder immediately shouted: "Please! ”

The two young sons turned around and untied the carriage from the stake in front of the door and led them to the front of the square. It is said that it is a drum, but in fact there is no drum on the empty car, and there is a bow hanging on the left side of the car and a long stick on the right side.

With great difficulty, the Great Elder pulled out the banner and handed it to the lieutenant, who took it, inserted it into the cart, and fastened it with a strapping with the help of a son.

The lieutenant picked up a broken crockpot from the car, knocked on it, and said to everyone, "This is the sound of drums in the battle, understand?" ”

The crowd promised, "Understood! ”

"When you hear the drums, you have to move forward, one step at a time, one step at a time, one beat at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time

The crowd promised, "Understood! ”

The lieutenant took out a copper guy from the car again, and it was too old to see what it was originally. He knocked on it and said, "This is the bell in the battle, understand?" ”

The crowd promised, "Understood! ”

"When you hear the bell, you have to step back, don't turn around, go backwards, and ...... like that. Take a step back, knock slowly, knock slowly, knock fast, retreat fast, understand? The captain said while demonstrating.

The crowd promised, "Understood! ”

The lieutenant said, "Do it again!" ”

He struck the crockpot, and the crowd began to move forward; As the tapping quickened, the crowd quickened their pace; Finally, the lieutenant struck with two sticks in turn, and the crowd began to run. Seeing that everyone was about to come out of the field, the lieutenant knocked on the broken copper, and everyone stopped, and retreated with the sound. When they retreated to their original positions, the captain stopped, and the crowd stopped. It seems that everyone is still very familiar with this set, and there are no obstacles.

The lieutenant reorganized his team and changed his orders. The people followed his command, moving forward and backward, walking fast and slowly.

While practicing, the drums of each door began to beat loudly again. The faces of the people who were practicing instantly became serious.

The lieutenant also waved his hand: "Put the guy on the ox cart, the whole team!" ”

Everyone put all kinds of sticks in their hands on an empty ox cart and lined up again in line. The lieutenant and his two sons climbed into the carriage and stood in the carriage. The eldest son had brought the reins and whip and was ready to catch the chariot, while the second son was holding on to a stick twice as long as he was. The trombone sounded, the eldest son shook the reins of the horse, and the carriage drove out slowly. The people who went out to fight in the middle of the car also walked slowly after the car. Zheng Anping walked last. Behind him were two ox carts loaded with grain, grass and weapons.

Not far from Donghongli is Ximen Avenue, which is a place where Hongo is concentrated. The lieutenant stopped his team on the side of the road and asked everyone to sit down and rest. One after another, other teams gathered at the roadside; In a short time, the people of the ten miles of Hongxiang were assembled.

Not long after, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from the direction of the city gate, and the village chiefs returned from the city. There were ten townships in thirty miles outside the west gate, and when the first drum sounded, the township chief took a carriage into the city to receive instructions. After the drum sounded in the three ways, they returned to their hometowns after receiving the task according to the rules, and led the troops to set off according to the tasks they had received.

When the township chief came to the gathering place of the villagers, ignoring the inquiring eyes of others, he shouted first: "The soldiers will return to the team immediately!" ”

Zheng Anping could only say goodbye to the chief and ran to the post station. On the way, he saw that the villagers along the way began to form a team one after another, and it seemed that they were going west.

"Won't you go into town?" Zheng Anping was puzzled. He remembered that the last time the Qin army attacked Daliang, the king of Liang had withdrawn all the strong men and soldiers into the city.

"The king is going to fight a decisive battle outside the city?!" Zheng Anping thought of this, and his heart tightened again.

"When the new monarch ascends the throne, he naturally wants to stand up for power." Zheng Anping felt that he had found a reason, "but ......" Obviously, as a soldier fighting on the front line, the prospects are not very good. Fighting a war is fatal, and fighting a field war is even more fatal, that is simply gambling with your life.

Suddenly, a troika came speeding down the avenue. Zheng Anping ran a little panting, his eyes swept slightly, and the carriage flashed past him.

"There's a big guy out of town. It looks like it's going to be a big fight! Zheng Anping thought ominously.