Zhang He held his breath and wanted to retreat from the two thieves first, and then go down to Pucheng, and then return to Yecheng - he was bent on making meritorious contributions.

With such ambition, it is no wonder that he is valued by the frustrated prison army.

…… Since he is valued by frustration, he is hated by others, and he has no complaints, right?

There was a plate of washed plums on the desk, with a bright red color and sweet and sour aroma, and there was a small basket on the desk.

Occasionally, a drop of water rolls down from the top of the plum, making it feel even fresher.

Lu Hangyu turned out of the back tent, wiped his hair, and sat down in front of the desk, glanced at the sand table, and then at the fruit.

Xiao Er and Xiao Wu were directing their soldiers to pour out the dirty water, and the two of them had to clean the tent again by the way.

But these things have nothing to do with her, she decided to take a plum to eat first, and work while eating.

They are now stationed at the foot of a hillside on the side of a dirt road ten miles south of Puyang City, with a small lake next to it, and by the way, there is also a courtyard of the scholar clan, which has also been requisitioned by them.

So in addition to wheat rice and pickles, the soldiers could also go up to the mountains to hunt, or go down to the lake to catch fish, which looked quite comfortable.

But Zhang Chao didn't think that he had asked Lu Hangyu a question: Why didn't he just retreat into the city?

Although Zhang Miao was hung up with a rope, it didn't mean that the city gates couldn't be opened—every gate was blocked before the siege began, and it would take a lot of manpower and material resources to move them open—as long as they showed their desire to enter the city, Zang Hong would definitely welcome them into the city and station.

"The city walls are strong, and they cannot be taken by force, but they can be relied on by our army," Zhang Chao said, "Isn't it safer than being stationed outside the city?" ”

"If we were to fight on our own turf, Meng Gaogong would say it well," she said, "but it's different now." ”

Dongjun is not Qingxu.

When she fought in Xuzhou, every farmer in the field, every merchant on the roadside, and every scholar in the city worked hard to convey to her everything they knew.

They heard the suspicious sound of horses' hooves, saw some stranger with a bad face, or fished something upstream in a river downstream.

These details will be reported to the barracks, and they will become her eyes and ears.

Now it's the other way around.

Erzhang can't go anywhere he goes, and tell everyone that they are here to rescue Zang Hong, so for the vast majority of people in Dongjun, they are still outsiders, and they need to stay away vigilantly.

If they enter the city again, this time it may be Zhang He's soldiers and horses who block the city gate, and at that time they will be cut off from internal and external news, and what should they do with the heavy grain and grass?

"We are stationed outside the city, and we can rely on each other on the city, and Wenyuan's cavalry can also take care of Fan Cheng at any time," she said, "Although it is in the sky during the day, we are marching at night, so we must be vigilant." ”

The plums are a little sour.

She nibbled on one, a little disgusted, and put the gnawed pits aside, ready to continue to look intently at her sand table, thinking about whether to drink a little more water.

…… It's honey, no wonder!

Xiao Wu came over lightly and picked up the pit.

"Would the general like to pickle the plums?"

"It's okay," she said, waving her hand, "you're pretty busy, so I don't have to ask you to work overtime." ”

"Compared to the general, the villain is not busy at all," the beautiful young man flashed his big eyes and looked at her with a blank eye, "I just hate to share my worries for the general." ”

"You're already worrying, you've done a lot of work," she said unconsciously, "Of course it's less than my master's book, but he's tired, but he's more promising, and I'll send you ...... later."

"The villain has heard of Tian Yuanjun's good name," the beautiful boy was a little aggrieved, "but the villain wants to follow the general to learn the art of war and learn to fight." ”

…… She stopped looking at the sand table and looked up and down at this seventeen or eighteen-year-old beautiful boy.

"Why do you want to learn to fight?"

The beautiful boy blushed.

"General, the villain is rude, the villain just thinks that the general is not a person with a beautiful appearance, but he is strategic, and his demeanor when leading the troops into battle is ......"

She continued to listen to him, but the beautiful boy's voice became quieter and quieter.

"But it's very admirable......"

"I understand," Lu Hangyu said with a smile, "Don't teach, you go and pickle all the plums, don't be too sweet, don't be sour, be sweet in sour, go quickly." ”

This is the picture that Zhang Liao saw when he entered the account.

A beautiful young man like a jade tree cultivating bamboo, holding a basket of plums, rushed out of the Chinese military tent with a face full of ashes.

…… Almost hit him.

I don't know how, Zhang Wenyuan had a conjecture in his heart.

"Although he is from a lower background, he is still a young man with clear eyebrows," he walked in and sat down on a Hu bed, "Young and young and young Ai, human nature, why is the general so ruthless?" ”

She glanced up at him, "I'm not a young man." ”

Zhang Liao deliberately stiffened his face, "Why isn't the general?" There are so many people in Qingxu and Xu who admire the general! ”

Her face is upright but bland, barely beautiful, but it is indeed not beautiful, but Zhang Liao feels that this is just right.

There are all kinds of women who are a little more beautiful, a little uglier, a little younger and a little older than her, but those are meaningless.

When he looked at her like this, Lu Xuanyu waved his hand.

"They don't value me as a person," she said, "they just value my soldiers." ”

"That little Langjun, is it the same?"

Lu Hangyu thought for a moment and smiled.

"He's different from those families," she said, "but it's the same in the end." ”

A domestic servant who kills pigs in Luoyang City is something that no one will look at more, whether male or female.

But when she established a reputation for winning a hundred battles and had a team of soldiers and territories that should not be underestimated, she automatically added a beautiful veil called "famous general" to her ordinary face, and those so-called "posture" and "bearing" were nothing more than that.

When she thought like this, Zhang Liao sat next to her, smiling silently, like a standard Bingzhou dog.

So she suddenly came to her senses from this little mess.

"It was Wen Yuan who interrupted just now," she was a little annoyed, "I'm looking for you to get down to business!" ”

Zhang Liao's expression became solemn, "What's the matter?" ”

"We sent a letter to Zang Ba ten days ago," she said, "but I don't feel at ease. ”

Compared to the situation that Lu Hangyu was in, the soldiers of Cangtingjin seemed to be happier.

Although there are no lakes and mountains nearby, there is the Yellow River, which can also catch fish, and it is still quite fatty Yellow River carp.

Not only is there the Yellow River, but there is also a small city, and many people in the city have come out to do business with them.

Not only do business, but these two days are the Mulan Festival, many people in the city will go out of the city, pick herbs, bathe in medicinal soup, even if it is not so ritualistic, at least go down to the river to play in the water.

This year's drought has led to a lower water level in the Yellow River than in previous years, so there are more people going down the river and more people in the market outside the camp.

The soldier on the turret craned his neck and looked at it until he found the girl he had a crush on in the bazaar.

She tied a new handkerchief on her head today, dyed goose yellow, with a newly picked orchid on her sideburns, and looked very elegant.

She had come to help at the stall, and she was about to leave after a while, so the soldier on the arrow tower was even more reluctant to look away.

He is from Yanzhou, in fact, his hometown is not far from here! It's just that his family is poor, if he can make some meritorious contributions and save some money when he comes out to fight this time, will he be able to ......

As the soldier pondered his preoccupation with his preoccupations, the girl suddenly raised her head.

His heart skipped a beat.

But the beautiful girl did not look at him, but into the distance.

As she turned her head, more and more of the people below also turned their heads and looked in the same direction, but after all, they were not as high as him on the ground, nor as far as him......

The soldier still had such a happy and relaxed thought in his heart, and subconsciously turned his head to see what rare scenery they were seeing.

When he turned his head and looked carefully, the flag at the end of the dirt road was getting closer and closer, and the word "Xun" on it was getting clearer and clearer.

His pupils contracted suddenly!

…… Jiao Dou! Where is Jiao Dou! There is an enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!

"Enemy Attack ——!"

Chapter 360

That is Yuan Shao's army, as long as you look at the direction, you can know that it is not a stranger to the people in recent years.

So at first they just looked around with a probe.

After all, this foreign army can be stationed here, and let them do some small business every day to supplement their families, so what's the problem with the soldiers and horses of their own lord?

Of course, of course, there were too many Jizhou troops, so the quality of the soldiers was also uneven, some were willing to do business with them, and some were much more arrogant - but the people of Dongjun did not treat them as outsiders.

The soldiers on the arrow tower hurriedly knocked on the scorched bucket, waking up the people who were immersed in the bathing and festive atmosphere!

"There's going to be a war!" They shouted, "Run! Run! ”

The soldiers are running! It's time to run here!

But there is still unsold wine on the stall, and there is still steaming stewed dog meat in the pot! And those wormwoods! Bamboo mat! Sandals!

These are extremely important things to the poor!

So some people spread their legs and ran away, while others were still there scrambling to pack their things.

But this Jizhou army did not have the patience to wait for all these common people to withdraw, or in their eyes, these Qiantou who traded with thieves were originally sinners who did not regret death.

Some soldiers hurriedly wanted to go to Guanyuanmen, but this camp built by Lu Hangyu was a suspension bridge, and if you want to pull it up, you need a group of soldiers to work together.

At this time, there was a herald in the Jizhou army who gave orders.

The soldiers in the front row were still running, but the archers in the back row stopped.

They bent their bows and raised their arrows in the direction of the sky, as if to shoot the sun that was approaching the middle of the sky.

When the arrow rises, it seems to be running towards the bright and dazzling sky.

But when it fell, it found itself heading for hell – or maybe it was.

The strength of the archers' arms was always uneven, and some of them were extremely powerful, and the cloud-piercing arrow rushed into the camp after chasing the wind and the moon, and plunged into the back of a young soldier, and made a meritorious service;

Some, however, had not so much strength, and his arrow flew over the heads of his comrades, over the hard dirt road, and toward the wasteland that spread out beneath the city, where there were many merchants, whose goods they carried or carried held back their steps;