It was midnight, the bonfire was already ashes, and the darkness in the distance was like the wind.

The sergeants on the night vigil on the city walls had changed shifts, and every once in a while, someone was carrying torches, and even though they had slept during the day, they were still unable to keep up their spirits.

The barbarians' tent in the distance was very quiet.

The dark and heavy gate of Daliang City slowly opened a crack, and then quickly closed, as if nothing had happened, making people unpredictable.

Dugu Qiu went out of the city, and with his cultivation, it was easy to break through the not very tight encirclement behind him by taking advantage of the night.

The other party couldn't block him at all.

He walked very fast, Huashan exerted his light skills to the extreme, and in just one night, he came to the nearest military town.

There are barbarians patrolling the town, but most of them are sleeping.

Pulling out the iron knife at his waist, and then withdrawing it, there were two more corpses on the ground, a pool of red blood.

grabbed a BMW, and rushed out of the town quickly, there was the sound of horses' hooves, feathers, arrows, and even scolding behind him, he had a strong body, and he didn't care very much.

After running for a while, there are not many people behind him who can keep up, and they are all extremely good at kung fu immediately.

In the middle of the night, there was an endless wasteland in front and behind, and no one spoke, except for the rumbling of horses' hooves echoing in the night.

The young man in black suddenly reined in the horse, the horse neighed, and then stopped, and the young man went and returned, holding the iron knife in his hand, and lay on the horse's back.

In the night, there was a few sonorous sounds of swords colliding, and a few sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground, which was to return to peace.

In Daliang City, the black-faced general looked as cold as frost, looked at the three trembling soldiers kneeling on the ground in front of him, snorted coldly, and said, "Drag it out and cut it off." ”

His voice was cold and low, without a trace of hesitation, but in the middle of the night, he did not sleep, but climbed to the top of the city again.

Unlike last time, this time it's Nancheng.

"General. ”

"The general is here. ”

His arrival alarmed many soldiers in the city, and there was little sleep in this section, and everyone was together, around a cauldron, and a wild fire was burning under the pot.

"What do you eat in the middle of the night?"

Yang Qing finally had a smile on his face, and asked softly, with banter and a hint of memory in his eyes.

I think back then, when he was still a small soldier, he often stole food on the city wall with his comrades, and at that time, a group of people were not good.

Now they are all mixed well, some are generals in the east, some are in the west as a commander, even if there are few who are not mixed well, the brothers also take care of each other.

Of course, there are also people who are dead.

The group of people in front of them didn't know if anyone would be able to get out of this ominous city alive.

With this in mind, he took two steps forward and sat down on the ground, when someone around him immediately gave way to him.

"Back to the general, we stewed some cabbage and potatoes. ”

"Don't stand, how to eat while standing, be careful of being shot in the head with a bow and arrow by a brute. ”

Hearing this, the people around him burst into laughter, and they all sat down around the pot, and they were not worried about the barbarian's bow and arrow, even the condor archers could not hit the target so far away in such a dark night.

Yang Qing poked his head out and sniffed, looked into the pot by the light of the fire, frowned and said, "There is really no meat at all, I don't care if I eat it." ”

"General, I still have some bacon here. As he spoke, a sergeant came out of the back, holding two black sausages in his hands, and handed them over with a smile.

"Ergouzi, you actually hide meat, do you want to eat alone!"

"Bastard, if I don't hide it, feed you little bastards!"

"Go back and wait for the general to leave, and see how I clean you up. ”

"Come on, who's afraid of whom!"

Yang Qing ignored their quarrel, snatched the sausage from the sergeant's hand, and pulled out the dagger at his waist, the five-inch cold blade shining silver in the moonlight.

Boom, the knife flashed, and the sausage became a small section into the pot, and after a while, the fragrance came out of the pot, and I don't know who turned out a broken bowl.

A bowl full of potatoes and meat.

Yang Qing was not polite, stretched out his hand to take it, signaled everyone to be free, and then took two steps to the side with a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, while looking at the boundless night, while eating the food in his hand.

The men were not so particular about it, they took off their helmets, put them upside down on the ground, sprinkled them with live coarse noodles, and roasted them on the fire.

After a while, another person scooped out a lot of soup and water from the pot, poured it into his helmet, and ate it with chopsticks.

Extremely skillful, apparently often doing so.

All this also made him extremely nostalgic.

On these days, it is very hot during the day, and it is so cold that it will freeze people to death at night, and it is indeed a lot warmer to have a mouthful of hot soup to drink.

Yang Qing stared at the deep night in the south, couldn't smell the smell of blood, nor could he smell the smell of the barbarians' sheep's flesh, he snorted twice in satisfaction, and then turned around and went down the city wall.

He plans to sleep well, such a cold day is suitable for staying in the bed and hugging Mei Jiaoniang, if he can, he won't even want to get up tomorrow morning.

But things don't always go as planned.

Yang Qing thought like this, walking very slowly, leaving his back to this empty world, as if he had been poisoned by the deepest poison.

It's like a tiger.

......

The third year of the Apocalypse, September 3rd.

At this time last year, Chang'an City had just finished the annual frost chrysanthemum reward, and was still immersed in the lively afterglow, but I didn't know what it would be like this year.

I don't think it will be as lively as last year.

Li Wenshuo raised his head, and the ink flag swept above his head with the wind on the mountain, like a pure black wave.

Under the pale sky, Liyang's 10,000-strong army formed five phalanxes, slowly moving on the wilderness, the howling wind roared in his ears, and he couldn't hear the words at all.

Wang Li was immediately on a hill on the side, looking at the terrain near and far, and the person holding the flag behind him was Xie Wenyuan.

Li Wenshuo took off the heavy sword on his back, gently pressed it on the horse, pressed the hilt of the sword with his palm, and rode the horse to the front of the team.

Originally, he was only responsible for mediating two thousand righteous soldiers in the rivers and lakes, escorting grain and grass, and had no other duties, but in Xi Yan's eyes, the people who went with him on the expedition were his subordinates, so Li Wenshuo was now responsible for exploring the way and acting as a scout.

Fortunately, as long as he senses and probes out, within the first few miles, everything is under control, although it is a little tiring, but it is not too difficult.

As the herald waved the order flag, the left and right armies slowed down, like a crane stealing elixir all day long, closing their wings, and the huge and orderly military formation slowly converged into a long belt. The mixed ranks of light pawns and crossbowmen advanced from the middle army and occupied the front line, and the army was about to pass through the valley ahead.

This is the branch of the Guiyin Mountain, the reckless and green mountains surround the valley in this area, Liyang's army has been advancing in the valley for seven or eight days, except for Wang Li himself, no one knows the route of tomorrow.

But no one doubted it, because there was a rare lack of a guide in the team, and no one knew the road except Wang Li.

Li Wenshuo asked Xie Siyuan in private, and although the other party was a little hesitant, he still told him that he could reach the real battlefield tomorrow.

At the same time, the other party also told himself not to take it lightly, although this army came all the way from the hinterland of the Central Plains, which had not yet been touched by the grassland, no one dared to guarantee that the enemy did not discover this team.

Li Wenshuo rode his horse and walked a mile in front of the formation, with the army behind him, the grain cart behind him, and the Jianghu righteous camp behind him.

When his thoughts spread, he didn't take it back, and although he didn't find anything, his heart was tense.

This feeling became stronger and stronger, but there was still nothing in my mind: "Something is wrong." ”

Hearing this, the two sophisticated scouts accompanying him immediately turned over and dismounted, and put their ears to the hard rock, feeling the inexplicable vibration.

"There's a march ahead!"

"The distance is less than three miles, and the minimum number of people is more than 2,000. ”

The two of them looked horrified, and said one after the other.