When Zhong Yue opened his eyes again, the sound of drums sounded in his ears. He rolled over and sat up, and found that his body had been numbed by the dry and hard soil, and he moved before he recovered.

He wiped his hands on his face and over his eyes. Stand up and walk into the tent.

Inside the big tent, the crooked doormen are also tidying up themselves one by one. Xin Lingjun didn't know if he hadn't slept or woke up early, so he sat beside a few cases and watched the guests get up.

The post guards in the side tent also came, and there was even Zheng Anping.

All the chaos in the tent quickly ended, and soon the atmosphere of the big tent was restored: Shinling-kun sat in the center of the tent, and the samurai were divided into two compartments. When Mang Mao and Jin Wei entered the tent, they saw such a scene.

When Xinling Jun saw Mang Mao and Jin Contempt coming in, he also stood up and walked out of the tent, followed by Mang Mao and Jin Contiguous, followed by a group of doorman warriors. And they went out of the tent, and set up at the mouth of the tent, and watched as the battalions lined up before the battalion. Then, Zhang Yu came over with a group of doorman warriors who were resting elsewhere.

Mang Mao and Jin Cong, together with Zhang Yu and other guests, saluted Xinlingjun, and after Xinlingjun returned the salute, they left the camp and went to the back camp.

When the drums died down and the two horns sounded, Xinling Jun stood up and walked out of the big tent slowly, followed by the doorman and the post guard. The sky was still dark, but the countless torches in the army were held high, but they were also bright.

Outside the big tent, a group of soldiers lined up solemnly, and then went out of the camp in order. Xin Lingjun didn't say a word, didn't move, and watched all this quietly, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

Together, they are teamed. After the formation of the fifth line, the battalion director reported to the school Xin: "The middle battalion has completed the formation, please order!" ”

The school leader looked at Xin Lingjun, Xin Lingjun nodded slightly, and the school leader said: "The phalanx in front of the camp!" ”

The battalion commander saluted, went back and ordered the positions of each team, four flag cars drove out of the camp gate, lined up at the four corners, followed by two companions, Zhang crossbow and arrows, lined up in front of the formation. This was followed by the other troops, one by one, who left the camp one by one, and each stood in his position. Then there are the drum cars of each team and the drum cars of the battalion division.

Not long after, two military envoys came at a gallop and reported that the five battalions on the left and right had been arrayed. Xinlingjun boarded the chariot, Erhei held an axe, stood on the right side of the car, followed by the chariot, and said: "Patrol the formation!" The two envoys galloped away, shouting as they galloped: "General patrol! General Patrol! ”

Seeing the two military envoys galloping away, Xinling Jun said to the driver Xiahou: "Qi! ”

Xia Hou shook the reins, the chariot started, accelerated slowly, and turned into a fast pace after leaving the camp gate.

The chariot galloped in front of the soldiers, and the soldiers responded with "shouts" and weapon poles hitting the ground. The chariot then turned to the rear camp, and the militias, guided by their leaders, also shouted loudly, slammed into the ground, and even stomped their feet. Although it is not as neat as the soldiers, the momentum is still excessive.

Galloping around the 10th Battalion of the Houjun Army, Xin Lingjun always had a dignified face and remained motionless like a sculpture, leaving only a steep figure and a fluttering robe for the sergeants.

When Xinlingjun galloped back to the front camp and came to the side of the bulging car, everything was quiet again, but his heart was rushing, as if a storm was coming. Xin Lingjun was silent for a moment, and then gently ordered: "Beat the drum!" ”

The captain standing on the drum car picked up the drum pestle and beat the drum vigorously. A deafening drum beat sounded, and the wagons galloped forward. Then, the banners of the camp waved, and the teams marched forward, with Xinlingjun's chariot dragging last, followed by a small group of doormen, post guards, and several military envoys.

It didn't take long for the rear snare drums to sound in turn. Then there was the sound of footsteps and the "creaking" of chariots.

After leaving the camp, the drums died down, and only the sound of footsteps and the creaking of chariots still resounded in the air.

Zheng Anping, who followed Xinlingjun's car, thought silently: "It's time to attack the city." "He had been to the edge of the city himself, and he knew how low and unsturdy its walls were. He believed that if he climbed the city once, he would be able to break into the city and kill all the people in the city. But he didn't feel a little relaxed in his heart, but seemed to feel a little sad for the fate of this city: this city didn't actually offend any forces, but it was just on the way, so it was broken; People in the city don't know why they want to die.

Suddenly, the sound of sheng flute wafted from afar. At first, it was not clear, but soon the sound of marching penetrated and reached Zheng Anping's ears.

"It seems to be the sound of a funeral...... Zheng Anping thought suspiciously, "At this time, who doesn't open their eyes to the funeral?" It's good to die! ”

Intimidated by military discipline, he didn't dare to look back, he only swept around with his residual vision, it seemed that everyone also had doubts on their faces, but his footsteps did not stop, and he still drove forward.

Not long after, a soldier running over with a post festival came: "The city lord is bound to surrender!" ”

With a wave of his hand, the team of doormen stopped, then walked out of the queue and lined up on the side of the road. Xinlingjun asked, "Where is the city lord?" Who's making it? ”

"The city is the envoy, and the city lord has been out of the city for ten miles."

"Bring it here!"

Soon, a middle-aged man dressed as a soldier limped after the post soldier and hurried over. When he arrived in front of the military formation, he straightened his clothes slightly, raised a chicken in his hand, and said loudly in a standard salute: "The lord of Xiaoyi has long admired General Liang of the Great Country, and there is no reason to see him. Today, I would like to see you with Zhao Jun's order. ”

At the signal of Xinling Jun, Zhong Yue and Zhang Yu stepped forward. Zhang Yu said: "General Liang said: A certain person is not talented, and he insults Zhao Jun. Please Zhao Junming, listen to you! ”

The middle-aged envoy said: "Zhao Junyan, the lord of Xiaoyi is rebellious, and the labor country is on an expedition, and the crime cannot be punished." The lord of Xiaoyi confessed his guilt, his face was bound, and he waited for the side of the sinful road, but the general's order was dealt with, and he did not dare to say anything. ”

Zhang Yu said: "The city lord secretly sent assassins and plotted against him, what is his intention!" ”

The middle-aged envoy said: "Xiaoyi Jijun offended the general, and the master of Xiaoyi has no way to teach and cannot shirk, and he is willing to redeem him." ”

Zhong Yue said: "How did Zhao Jun know about the Lord of Xiaoyi? ”

The middle-aged envoy said: "This matter is not enough for outsiders. There is Zhao Junyu to support it. "Untie a jade pendant from the belt. Zhang Yu took it and looked at it carefully with Zhong Yue, it was a group of warm and white jade pendants, there were always more than ten pieces, and they were by no means owned by ordinary people.

Zhong Yue returned the jade pendant to the envoy and said, "King Zhao's order, I dare not disobey it." But the army is launched, and it is not possible to stop it from manpower. Please ask the lord of the city to withdraw all the good and lowly people in the city, and raise the flag on the city to avoid being slaughtered. Seeing that the messenger seemed to have something to say, he added: "There is only one hour before the sun rises to conquer the city." When the time comes, the jade will be burned, and it will be too late to regret! ”

The middle-aged envoy said: "A city is as good as a thousand mouths, and you can't even beat it in an hour." Hope forgiveness! ”

Zhong Yue said: "It's still fate. Don't bring anything with you and get out of town! …… The general is benevolent and will never die without help. I will leave you a way to live. ”

Seeing that the middle-aged envoy was not speculative, he limped away again.