In the north-central part of the Yan Kingdom, it is an endless plain, or a grassland, which is more suitable. There are no abundant products, no tall trees, and no even slightly larger animals, as if Pangu had forgotten this place after opening the world.

There is only endless grass and yellow clay. Once it rains, it's muddy.

This is the fiefdom of Wang Brother Xiao Yuan.

As the Marquis of Ji, he gave up the favorable living conditions of the capital, came to this realm that can be called a place where birds don't, and led the defenders of the Yan Kingdom and the various craftsmen he brought from the capital step by step, expanding the city, building roads, worshipping fairies, and cultivating pastures.

Finally, on this barren and desolate loess earth, a dotted city of all sizes was built, which was poured and tamped with lime, rice milk, and animal blood, and then passed through the smooth road repaired by the warlock, linking everywhere.

Together, a huge gossip array centered on Lonely Bamboo City was constructed.

Every few miles outside the formation was a beacon tower, each with a military attache and a varying number of soldiers. As soon as someone discovers the enemy, they will ignite bituminous coal made from wolf dung and other materials.

Bituminous coal of different compositions produces different colors of smoke.

Each city will be judged by the color of the smoke to be offensive or defensive.

However, since the establishment of these beacons, there has been no major invasion.

Some time ago, Beidi went south, and the army only broke through the large and small cities in the north, and had not yet entered this area that was privately called the endless deep pool by the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom.

In their imagination, if the enemy stepped here, it would be like stepping into an endless abyss, sinking into it and perishing.

Beidi made several small-scale sneak attacks, all of which lost troops here.

In addition, the iron cavalry in the south has returned to help, and the hundreds of thousands of people in this vicinity are relatively calm.

At the southernmost end of the plain lies a small city, which leans on a small dirt slope that cannot even be called a mountain, and is crossed by a small stream.

The low city walls can't even stop two adult men from jumping together, this is Tianji City, or it is more appropriate to call it Tianji Town.

There are no garrisons, no garrisons, not even a decent official establishment, and this is where the vendors who are not qualified to go to the big cities are to trade. There are the most complicated goods, from slaves to tobacco, from swords to salt, and the small traders and vendors here once proudly proclaimed: in Tianji City, only you can't think of it, and you can't buy it without you.

A few days ago, when those troops wearing Qin army uniforms passed by, the whole town was full of chickens and dogs, and rumors spread everywhere that Qin and Beidi were attacking Dayan.

For a while, people were panicked, but fortunately, the defenders of Guzhu City, a big city not far away, arrived in time, and finally avoided a man-made disaster.

Those quaint-faced elites of the Qin State rode on high-headed horses that were only productive in the north of the Qin State, and continued to march north step by step.

The teenage dolls in the procession were either proudly like little roosters with bright feathers, or they looked like dirt buns had entered the city, and some of them were quietly marching with the army.

It's like they're divided into three groups.

Most of the richly dressed buns had bulging money bags, and how could those small merchants and hawkers give up this opportunity to make a lot of money.

They all surrounded this group of dirt buns with the treasures of the housekeepers, maybe these Qin people are really dirt buns, but they are also dirt buns with silver. Who will have trouble with silver?

Among these miscellaneous items, these children of the martial arts hall really found some good things.

The silver of the white flowers was exchanged for the bark of the grass roots, and the cups and bowls were broken.

The Yanguo hawker on one side smiled from ear to ear, and the people in the Yanwutang on the other side showed their teeth happily, which was a win-win situation.

When the guards sent by Yan Guo saw this situation, some of his apprehensions were also relieved. These children who have not yet reached the crown have no scheming, and it will not be so difficult to get along with them.

You only need to beware of those elites of the Qin State, but you can save a lot of manpower.

Le Niu has always been a little unclear, there are private rumors in the army that Lord Jihou was killed by the assassins of the Qin State, and now Qin and Yan are actually going to join forces to fight against Beidi, is the matter of Jihou just settled?

The army was privately indignant. However, since Le Niu can mix with the defenders of a city, he is naturally not a character with muscles and no brains.

Maybe I don't understand what the Queen Mother means, but the kung fu on the surface naturally has to be done. Surveillance in private is even more indispensable.

After Le Niu stepped forward and exchanged names with the generals leading the Qin State, the cavalry team of the Yan State escorted the elite of the Qin State to Guzhu, the largest city here.

Most of the cavalry of the Yan Kingdom rode bantam horses that were good at long-distance running, and they usually looked tall and mighty, but at this moment, they were standing together with the tall horses of the Qin army, and they were suddenly half shorter.

Zheng Gongzi, who was riding a blue-eyed golden-eyed beast, instructed his subordinates to bring a spare horse and hand it to Le Niu, so as to avoid Le Niu's embarrassment.

Le Niu nodded, and felt a good impression of this noble son riding a spirit beast in his heart.

Zheng Gongzi smiled and signaled, then slowed down the pace of the spirit beast, and deliberately lagged behind the leading generals of the Qin State and Le Niu by half a horse.

"Zheng Er, where did Xu Ao go?" Zheng Gongzi looked left and right, and didn't find Xu Ao, who had been following him since he came out of Yanwutang, but he was a little worried, after all, this place had left Xianyang for thousands of miles, in the land of Yan Kingdom.

"Back to the son, Xu Ao's little son just went to the town with Xu Hu and the others, do you need to pass it on to the small one?" This Zheng Er is not worried about his son's life this time, so he specially added the manpower sent overnight, and he is an extremely stable person. The old man of about fifty or sixty years old, with a leaning body, hugged the horse's neck tightly, and was not as tall as the Yan State cavalry riding a bantam horse on the side.

Zheng Gongzi frowned slightly: "No need, let him go." ”

At this moment, Xu Ao was sitting in the only restaurant in the city with Xu Hu and others, listening to the shopkeeper here boasting about the most famous specialty of Tianji City, 'Bawang Grilled Chicken'.

Anyway, this army of more than 100,000 people in total will not be able to pass in a moment and a half, and a little taste of local specialties should not delay things.

Sun Xiansheng, the poorest and most tossed up, couldn't bear it anymore, and ordered a lot of so-called specialties, and the shopkeeper suddenly blossomed and said busily: "A few distinguished guests later, the small one will order the kitchen to use the best ingredients." Ladies and gentlemen, later, later. ”

Horses outside the city trampled on the mud, and the city sang and danced.

They finally approached the destination of their trip—