"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow whistled through a gap in the trees, and a barbarian fell in response.

Before the archer could cheer, a small sword shot through his throat.

"Kill!"

The remaining four scouts didn't care about mourning, they quickly turned around, and the four of them formed a circle back to back.

"Kill!"

The four scouts shouted in unison, and one of them even pointed his long knife at the sky, looking extremely fierce.

The barbarians staggered through the mountains and forests for a while, and finally did not surround them, but slowly retreated.

The scouts breathed a sigh of relief and silently dragged the dead body under a tree to mark it.

There wasn't enough time to bury them, so they could only close their companion's eyes and put him in a more comfortable position.

A scout said, "Die in this barren mountain, more than 2,000 miles from home, hey." ”

The lead scout licked his lips and grinned ugly.

"The scouts are all desperate to lick the blood from the knife edge, and they never thought about going back alive this day. It's just that I didn't expect that General Beifu would spend ten gold to buy our lives, and it was worth dying. ”

In this era, the so-called gold actually mostly refers to copper, but for those of them who are soldiers, ten gold is already a figure that is impossible to earn in more than ten lifetimes.

"The white-clothed military advisor said that there are thousands of miles of fertile land in Jiaozhou, and the grain can be cooked three times a year, and if we fight over, we can share the land."

"Hell!"

There was longing in the eyes of the leader man, their team was all from Nanyang County, and Nanyang County was fertile for hundreds of miles, but there was no land for them.

When they were children, Nanyang was a big county in the world, and at that time, the land was in the hands of those families, but ordinary people still had the opportunity to live hard, and they could always cook a bowl of porridge every day.

Later, Nanyang became a place where heroes competed for deer, a large county with millions of people, and only a hundred thousand people were killed.

If there is a mouthful of gruel to drink, who wants to run so far and die.

In troubled times, human life is like a dog.

"I heard that General Zhang is from Yanmen, Bingzhou, I don't know where it is, I said it's eight thousand miles away from here."

Eight thousand miles.

How far is that, exactly?

And why did he come to this land of smoke?

A few looked north.

The green hills are heavy, and you can't see anything.

"Don't think about it, keep following the route."

The leader reminds everyone.

He pulled out a roll of parchment and looked at it for a while before he could make out the direction.

Six hundred scouts, each of five in a team, each team had a piece of paper like this, and in order to make sure that the illiterate of them could read it, there was no text on the parchment, and it was all very easy to understand.

These maps were drawn by the best guides under the Taishou of the Southern Four Counties, and they were very accurate.

What's even more strange is that each squad is given a stone and a strange iron spoon.

Just find a flat spot and put a stone on it, and then put the spoon on it, and the tail of the spoon will point south, and you can't go wrong.

With these two things, each squad knows which path they should take, where they started, and where they returned.

The four-man scout team continued along the route assigned to them.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of horses' hooves.

This is a dense forest, and those who can ride horses here are all masters of horsemanship, and the speed of riding horses is not faster than walking.

The leading scout waved his hand, and the four of them stopped, each finding a big tree to hide.

A large black horse appeared in their field of vision, and immediately sat a dark-skinned general, holding a spear in one hand and a string of things in the other.

The scouts looked at each other, and there was a chill behind them.

It was a string of human heads, bloody, about seven or eight of them, strung together like pigs' heads.

One of them also wore a helmet on his head, which was obviously Cao Jun's standard.

The leader looked back at the scouts, and everyone was so angry that they all recognized that these were the same people who had been assigned to their patrol route in the first place.

It should have been the first and second teams.

All dead.

The leader was well-informed, and the black-faced general had reminded him of a name.

Drink the ...... of the bridge

"Drink!"

A bang broke his train of thought, and the black-faced general suddenly looked over and opened his mouth to drink.

The leader held back, but the other three spontaneously.

"Not good!"

Before he could react, the black war horse was already rushing out like an arrow.

The spear was raised, and it was plunged into a tree with a "poof".

A scout hiding behind a tree was thrust in, blood pouring out of his chest.

With another "poof", the black-faced general seemed to have a thousand catties of great strength, and directly pulled the spear out of the tree.

He laughed and said, "Yanren Zhang Yide is waiting here, Zhang Wenyuan, you send these kittens and puppies to send them to death, send them to death!" ”

The leader's idea was confirmed, and he hurriedly shouted: "Run!" ”

Before he could shout, the other two who were still alive were already running.

However, Zhang Fei's horse was like flat ground in the jungle, and he caught up with it in a few steps, speared one person, threw the spear, and stabbed one person to death.

When the leader looked back again, Zhang Fei didn't have a spear, but he was still holding those heads in his left hand, and blood was still dripping from them.

The leader quickened his pace, gasping for breath, and ran out as fast as he could in his life.

He could feel that Zhang Fei was still chasing him, but the death of his companion slowed Zhang Fei's pace.

He ran to the densest part of the forest, for it was the most unfavorable place for horses.

However, when he turned a hillside, he suddenly stopped.

A big man in green, holding a long knife, was waiting here.

The big man in green squinted his eyes, looking at him as if he was looking at an ant.

Guan Yu Guan Yunchang.

The scout leader's heart thumped, and a bold idea came to his mind.

Their group, Ding Hai's group, found Liu Bei's base camp.

The white-clothed military advisor said that those who find Liu Bei's base camp will be rewarded with 100 gold.

The leader of the scouts didn't care about the reward of 100 gold, and he wanted to bring the news back.

But whether it was a bounty, a pension, a message, or a land he hadn't seen before, he couldn't bring it back.

A spear pierced his heart from behind.

At the last moment of his life, he heard Guan Yu's sigh.

"Why bother?"

So said the general, who had killed all his life.

……

In the barracks, the lights flickered.

"Jihai group, group 2, Dinghai group, Binghai group......"

Zhuge Liang drew on the map with a solemn expression, and every time he read a name, he would make a cross.

Every cross means that five good scouts will never come back.

It was he who personally sent these people to die, and he comforted himself in his heart that ten gold for a single head was an extremely important gift for these hard-working people who licked blood from the knife edge.

But he has been studying since he was a child, how can he really not care about human life.

The reason why he did this was because he promised not to deal with Liu Bei, but he always met Liu Bei.

If he doesn't do something, he will be ashamed of the lord.

Therefore, he used a way that went against his own ideas in exchange for quickly finding Liu Bei's traces.

He did it.

In the early morning, six hundred scouts went out, and in the evening, less than four hundred returned, more than two hundred died in the most brutal scout war, and countless news were brought back.

Six hundred scouts, one hundred and twenty groups, and the number of two Jiazi's teams, ploughed like a plough to find the mountainous area where Liu Bei was most likely to hide.

He found it.

He used his pen to complete the crossed-out map.

Binghai and Jihai are false tricks, and they are people who are intentionally or deliberately killed by the other party.

Only Ding Hai's group, where their squad is located, is the real bull's-eye.

Liu Bei's camp is right there!

"Someone!"

Zhuge Liang shouted.

The one-armed Zhang Xia came in with the curtain and shouted sir.

"Please inform the lord and prepare three thousand gold for the dead scout."

Zhang Xia nodded and was about to leave.

Zhuge Liang slapped his head and said: "Ding Hai is a group, and all the staff will be rewarded with 100 gold!" ”

"Whoa!"

Three thousand gold, a number that hurts the flesh of the wealthy family, Zhang Xia didn't even ask why, Cao Wu asked him to listen to Zhuge Liang, he listened to Zhuge Liang.

He left the camp, turned over his horse, and went north to find Cao Wu to report.

Zhuge Liang stared at the outside of the curtain tent lifted by Zhang Xia, the starry sky was lonely, only the sound of patrol soldiers walking.

Zhuge Liang carefully rolled up the parchment full of things, got up and came to Lu Xun's camp.

Lu Xun didn't sleep either, he seemed to have been waiting for Zhuge Liang's answer.

Zhuge Liang handed the parchment to Lu Xun and said in a low voice: "Then I'll leave it to you." ”

What answered him was Lu Xun's shining eyes.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you!"