The army marched all the way west, and walked very fast, leaving Yangzhou in only two days, and then passing through Yuzhou and Ningzhou.

Halfway through, He Weiming received an urgent decree of 800 miles, and promoted him to the rank of squire of the military department, the general of Dingxi, and fully presided over the plan of Yang, Chongqing, Rong, and Ningzhou to resist the enemy.

Even this rabble has been given a well-known name, the Dingbo Army. The imperial court hoped that this army would calm the tide and reverse the crisis.

The original team of more than 10,000 people has expanded to more than 50,000 people in a few days with the addition of garrisons and township regiments from all over the country.

He Liming was known as an army of 100,000 to the outside world, and he played the banner of the Dingbo Army aimed at Ulan, commanding the army to advance all the way, without covering up his whereabouts at all, only beating gongs and drums.

This army, which was mainly organized by the government and wealthy merchants and landlords of the four states, had ample supplies along the way, even dry food such as meat, and the more they went west, the more weapons and armor they had, and the more sophisticated they became.

Arsenals everywhere have been opened, and this cannon fodder army is being frantically armed almost at any cost.

Because the situation is exactly as He Weiming said, these tens of thousands of people will be the only reinforcements that can be organized in the west within two months.

has been ravaged by the Ulan Iron Cavalry for a long time, and both officials and people in the three western states have a consensus, that is, if they do not resist, they will die, and even if they save their lives, they will be captured and returned to the grassland as slaves.

The Ulan people do not even spare pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, let alone people, in the Ulan steppe, slaves are a commodity, and they can be traded like cattle and sheep. And in the land of the Dacheng Dynasty, slavery has been abolished for nearly a thousand years.

At night, the army camped outside a small county town called Weiyuan, and tents covered with tung oil were erected in an endless stream.

The county magistrate personally brought the people in the city to come to reward, bury the pot and make rice, which was very lively.

"Brother Zhang. ”

Ji Ping was carrying two cowhide bags and two oil-paper bags in his hands, and he saw Yunsu sitting on a low hill from a distance and walked over.

In the past few days, this Ji Ping, who is from Wushan Sword Palace, has finally talked to Yunsu, who is not very gregarious, and asked for some kendo things from time to time.

Yun Su originally wanted to study Ji Ping and Ye Ning to see the connection between them and the fact that the ancient void tree behind the Immortal Cloud Platform had grown green shoots, so he also pushed the boat and gave some pointers.

Ji Ping's qualifications are not bad, not much different from Ye Ning, but he is cautious by nature, old and serious, and his actual age is twenty-five years old, which is still young among these people who go out with the army.

In this way, even if Yun Su didn't deliberately instruct, just answered some questions he encountered in his martial arts and sword cultivation, he let Ji Ping cultivate as a great advancement.

After eight days, the sword intent in his body actually faintly showed signs of complete enlightenment.

At that time, he will be able to compete with the fifth-level swordsmanship cultivation and be able to compete with the seventh-level masters of the rivers and lakes.

On the other hand, Ye Ning didn't know why he was very close to the one-armed swordsman, and he could get some guidance from time to time in the past few days, and the sword in his left hand was gradually improving.

"Brother Zhang, I just went to the city to buy a little roast knife and a few catties of sauced beef, just to have some drinks with you. ”

Alcohol is naturally forbidden in the barracks, but it is not so strict with these children of the rivers and lakes, and only requires that each person cannot drink more than two catties a day.

For some masters with deep internal skills, it is even easier to force wine with luck, and it has no effect.

"It's strong. ”

Yunsu tore off the cork, and a rich aroma of white wine came, and he poured it, almost fifty degrees. The beef is even more delicious, and the two of them each have a pack, eating and drinking at the same time.

After a while, the camp also opened for dinner, the cooking smoke curled, the white mist filled the mountains and forests, and the small town was in the twilight, which gave it a spring mood.

"The country is picturesque, and it would be better if the world was peaceful. The army will be able to reach the vicinity of Hantian City in two days, and I don't know what will be waiting for the Dingbo army ahead. ”

Ji Ping let out a long sigh and took a big sip of wine.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided. What should come will come. ”

Yunsu has been staring at He Liming's movements for the past few days, and when the 200,000 horses of Dai Tianlan, the general of Jinwu, arrived at Dayue City, they saw a burning ruin.

The ghost marshal Turdo ordered the city to be abandoned in advance, and set a fire to burn all the grain that was not much but could not be taken away, and the forage as high as a mountain.

A force of tens of thousands of Ulan iron cavalry attacked the Western Expeditionary Army overnight, and after a small defeat of the Western Expeditionary Army, in order not to be continuously harassed by the cavalry, they had to hide in the ruined Dayue City.

The messenger was cut off, and Dai Tianlan ordered He Weiming to speed up the march through the flying pigeon.

His plan was to reorganize the army in the ruins of Dayue City, kill horses and cook, take a short rest, and then wave his army back to Han Tiancheng, unite the Dingbo army, gather 300,000 troops, and besiege the 100,000 iron cavalry of Turdo in Han Tiancheng.

However, He Liming felt that things would not go so smoothly because he was extremely distrustful of the national teacher Zhiyang Zhenren, and sure enough, it didn't take long for the news that the prince of Wulan Kingdom personally conquered Dayue City, leading 80,000 tigers and wolves like iron horsemen to surround Dayue City.

The Ulan Iron Cavalry repeatedly attacked Dayue City, but did not break in, even at night, when the Dacheng Army had just fallen asleep, and the war drums shook the sky, the iron hooves were clanging, and the Ulan Iron Cavalry began to charge again.

As a result, the Dacheng army was short of food and grass, short of water and food, and was repeatedly harassed, Dai Tianlan tried to break through three times, the first time he relied on a strong bow and crossbow and chariot that were far superior to the Ulan people, and killed nearly 10,000 enemies, although he was finally forced back to Dayue City, it was also a great victory.

However, due to the fatigue of the soldiers, hunger, lack of water and excessive consumption of arrows, and lack of supplies, the second and third breakouts finally failed and were completely trapped in Otsuki Castle.

"General Dai Tianlan I is famous, and he is a military marquis, with 200,000 tigers and wolves under his command, who would have thought that a guard general Qin Boyi would bury all the good situations. ”

Yun Su listened to Ji Ping's emotion, and he didn't say anything, this mortal war, once it involves cultivators, there are too many unreasonable points.

The best move of Zhiyang Zhenren is that he has been lurking since a hundred years ago, and there was only one person in the world who knew his true face, and that was Zhang Yifan, and now with Yunsu and the little milk dog, there are only three of them.

In the eyes of the Wawu faction and the emperor, this Zhiyang Zhenren, who was born and raised in the Dacheng Dynasty, was extremely talented, and became the head of a generation with his strength, and then offered the elixir and became a national teacher.

There are cultivators in the Ulan Kingdom, and there are also cultivators in the Dacheng Dynasty.

Although I don't know what the strength of the Wulan Kingdom is, in Yunsu's opinion, the Mang Mountain Sword Sect is seven or eight thousand miles away and can still suppress the Beitang Kingdom and deter the Thousand Spirits Sect.

If the Ulan Kingdom sends a master in a grand manner, and wants to get involved in the court and subvert the army, he may be beheaded by a flying sword before he can make a move.

This can also explain why the real people of Zhiyang went to great lengths to sneak in, and then use the Wawu faction as a jumper to become the national teacher of the Dacheng Dynasty.

This is like being under the nose of the Yanshan Sword Sect, wearing an invisible treasure cloak and doing things, which seems to be very dangerous, but in fact it is the most dangerous place, but it is safe.

In the past few days, Yun Su saw that there was a sword light coming from the southeast, heading towards the border pass, and the strength was strong, one of them had at least a sword path cultivation in the Jindan period, and he should have smelled the conspiracy of Hantian City and came to investigate.

Under normal circumstances, these immortal sects will not interfere with the mortal world, let alone be easily used by the court, but if they smell the smell of the conspiracy of cultivators to disrupt the world, they will also come extremely quickly.

"Brother Zhang, you see that the fog in Weiyuan is so big, much more fog than in our Wushan. ”

Ji Ping was slightly drunk, rubbed his eyes, and felt that the army garrison that was still cooking smoke just now couldn't really see it very clearly, and there seemed to be a vast fog surging between the mountains and forests, gradually covering a radius of several miles.

The fog is no different from the fog that is common in the mountains on weekdays, it is non-toxic and tasteless, and it is extraordinarily rich.

The fog did not disperse, nor did it go towards the county town of Weiyuan, which was not far away, but undulated along the mountain, enclosing the garrison of the Dingbo army.

When most people saw it, they just thought it was a bit foggy, and they didn't care too much.

Yun Su smiled faintly, ate a piece of fat and thin sauce beef, and said: "This fog is like a fig leaf for some people, the fog is not big enough, how can those ghost tricks take the stage." ”

When Ji Ping heard this, he suddenly woke up, his original slight drunkenness was gone, and he used his internal strength to force out the last bit of wine, and he also understood.

The catastrophe of the Dingbo Army came quietly.