Zhang Fan entered the tent, and the girl greeted him when she saw this, and asked, "The general is back?" Zhang Fan looked around the big tent and saw that the tent had been cleaned up, and there was still a steaming meal on the wooden table in the middle, so he smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so coincidental and pack things up so quickly." But we'll have to go out in a moment, and the ground won't have to be cleaned. The girl whispered, "The slave has nothing to do, just to clean it by the way." ”

Zhang Fan smiled silently when he heard this, then came to the table and sat down, glanced at the soup and vegetables on the table, and then turned to the girl and said, "Come and sit down and eat together." The girl said timidly, "No, General." The slave and maid have already eaten. Zhang Fan knew that it was impossible for her to finish eating in such a short time, so she must be afraid of herself, and said, "Come here, this is an order." The girl said in fear: "General......" Zhang Fan smiled: "Come here, you accompany me to eat." The girl glanced at Zhang Fan, saw him smile, and slowly came to the table and sat down. Zhang Fan handed over the bowl and chopsticks in front of him and said, "Let's eat, it's dark in a while, we're about to set off, and next time we may not have dinner until dawn." ”

Seeing this, the girl was puzzled: "General, there are still dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen." The slave and the maid went and fetched it themselves. So saying, he ran quickly. Zhang Fan smiled silently when he saw this.

After a while, the girl came back with a bowl of rice, sat down at the table and ate silently. Zhang Fan smiled: "Let's eat vegetables." The girl nodded. Then the two of them began to eat.

After the meal, Zhang Fan drank tea, looked at the girl sitting beside him, and asked lightly, "What's your name?" The girl shook her head. Zhang Fan said again: "What about the nickname?" The girl said in a low voice: "Girl." Zhang Fan smiled when he heard this.

Zhang Fan glanced at the girl. Seeing that she is estimated to be younger than herself, twelve or thirteen years old, wearing gray clothes. Born delicate and fair-skinned, she was a very beautiful little girl, and smiled: "You will be called Qingluo in the future." The girl said coquettishly, "Thank you, General." Zhang Fan continued: "Qingluo, your grandfather is not missing. He was too old to go on an expedition with the army, so he stayed. The girl sobbed softly.

Zhang Fan said lightly: "Otherwise, you will also stay and be with your grandfather." Qingluo shook her head. Zhang Fan smiled: "I can call the shots in this matter." You don't have to worry. Qingluo still shook her head. Zhang Fan asked, "What's wrong?" Qingluo said in a low voice: "Grandpa said that the general is a good person, and Qingluo wants to stay and take care of the general." Zhang Fan smiled: "You can still stay, I can arrange a quiet errand for you." The girl sobbed again. Zhang Fan asked, "Aren't you worried about grandpa?" Qingluo said, "Worried." Zhang Fan said strangely: "Then why don't you stay?" Qingluo said: "I want to follow the general into battle to kill the enemy." Zhang Fan smiled. said: "Okay, since you want to follow me, then I'll say hello to someone and let your grandfather do some idle errands." Qingluo nodded when she heard this.

Zhang Fan looked outside the tent. said: "Someone." After a while, Liu San came in. asked: "What are the general's orders?" Zhang Fan asked: "The previous things have been done?" Liu San said: "The general can rest assured, the soldiers have not fought for many years, the soldiers and armor are sufficient, and the affairs of the army have also been arranged." Zhang Fan continued: "You go and ask someone to let Qingluo's grandfather do some idle errands, if someone doesn't allow it, you say that I ordered it." But don't make it known to everyone, try to keep a low profile. Liu San said: "Don't worry, general." Zhang Fan waved at him when he heard this. Immediately Liu San left.

Then Zhang Fan and Qingluo chatted in the tent, and time passed little by little. In the blink of an eye, it was dark.

The horn of the "......" army was sounded. Zhang Fan and Qingluo had already led the soldiers to the front of the three armies. Gao Yu glanced at the army and shouted, "The army is out!" Everyone raised their flags and stood solemnly. Seeing this, Gao Yu walked into the handsome car, and then the troops left in turn. Zhang Fan was already riding a yellow horse, and at the same time, Qingluo also changed into a green shirt and sat in Zhang Fan's arms.

At this time, the people of Los Angeles were already full of wine and food, or sitting in front of the fire chatting about family life, or leaning against the corner of the wall and drowsy, or taking stock of the day's harvest, all of which seemed comfortable, contented and serene. At this time, on the official road leading to Liangzhou in the west of Los Angeles, a long black shadow was moving quickly along the winding and undulating avenue, taking advantage of the not very bright moonlight. Zhang Fan led the crowd forward, and along the way, he could only hear the breathing of people and horses, the "clang" sound of stepping on the ground, and the "clang" sound of the collision of golden armor. The whole team is like a rapidly crawling worm, moving forward and forward.

The Qi soldiers and soldiers are all martial artists with a certain degree of cultivation, even if the miscellaneous battalion led by Zhang Fan is mostly some Bone Refining Realm martial artists, it is obvious that the troops sent by the Shengwei Emperor this time have been carefully selected. The army marched in the dark, avoiding outsiders. Gao Yu marched rapidly, wanting to reach Shuoyue City quickly overnight. The sword of the Shengwei Emperor is not old, and he wants to defeat the army of Rong in one fell swoop.

Zhang Fan walked all the way, and a biting cold wind blew in his face, although it was nothing to him, but Qingluo was too small, and his little face was cold. He took out a fur coat from his horse, covered her, and said, "Qingluo, you are small, so sleep in the coat." Qingluo's heart was very sweet, and she asked in a low voice: "General, what about you?" Zhang Fan smiled: "I have cultivated to a high level, and I have long been afraid of cold and heat, what are you afraid of." Qingluo said in a low voice: "So that's the case, grandpa used to say so." Zhang Fan asked her to change into a comfortable position, lean on her arms, and lie down to sleep.

After a while, Qingluo asked: "General, the horse is walking so quickly, will the slave and maid fall?" Zhang Fan smiled: "No, my yellow horse was given by the princess, a high-grade horse from the Crescent Plain, fast and stable, not under the black wind of my previous horse." Qingluo replied softly, "Oh." As he spoke, he leaned closely into Zhang Fan's arms, silently looking at the dark and hazy silhouettes of the distant mountains and the gray sky that was slowly approaching.

The army still marched forward, and one by one the foot soldiers were as fast as flying, no more than half a minute slower than the yellow horse. Although the miscellaneous army led by Zhang Fan was not as good as the scouts on strong horses, it was only slightly slower than the vanguard battalion. Zhang Fan had been ordered to assist the army in battle and treat the wounded, and had nothing else. Obviously, Gao Yu doesn't look down on Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan has never led soldiers to fight, but he has a body of cultivation and good medical skills. Real wars, especially battles in which large numbers of armies go head-to-head, the casualties are very heavy. No matter how high a martial artist's cultivation is, he can kill nearly a thousand soldiers in a row at most. For a battle where hundreds of thousands of people are fighting at every turn, Zhang Fan can play a very little role. Maybe he can be a brave vanguard, but what's the use? Maybe he can assassinate the commander, but the two countries are at war, and the commander is not so easy to kill, even if he kills the commander desperately, but the soldiers are not injured, it still does not help. Maybe he can spy on intelligence, but after all, a person's ability is limited, the war situation is changing rapidly, and no matter how good a spy is, he can't understand or influence the war situation.

The national war is a competition of commanders and commanders, a battle of warriors and soldiers, and a collision of financial and material resources between countries. Gao Yu has always only regarded Zhang Fan as a good doctor, treating injured and important members of the army at critical moments. The 1,000 miscellaneous troops he led only showed that he was a general and controlled an army, which was different from ordinary soldiers.

Zhang Fan knows a lot, but he can't control the situation of the battle, but since he controls a thousand soldiers, he will definitely be able to sharpen them into a sharp knife and stab the enemy at a critical moment and affect the battle situation.

Zhang Fan led his soldiers to march, they seemed to be a lone wolf, after several hours of marching, the vanguard riding a big horse in front of him had long been far away, but the army behind had not caught up.

"Da-da!" approached with the sound of horses' hooves. Liu San rode a bad horse from nowhere to get close to Zhang Fan, and reported: "General, we are almost in Luoyue Town, it is said that there are horse thieves entrenched here all year round, you see ......" Zhang Fan smiled: "Don't worry. Even if a horse thief comes, it will be for us. Liu San said: "That subordinate has gone down." ”

"General, are there really horse thieves in Falling Moon Town?" Qingluo suddenly asked when she woke up. Zhang Fan smiled: "Yes, but that was in the past." Qingluo nodded, yawned, and whispered, "It's been a long night." Zhang Fan smiled: "The longer the night, the better." Qingluo asked: "General, everyone is sleeping at night, the night is long, if people are hungry and don't know how to get up to eat?" Zhang Fan smiled: "That's better, you can save food." Qingluo shook her head and muttered, "No, they will wake up automatically." Zhang Fan smiled: "Sleep, I'll call you when it's dawn." Hearing this, Qingluo lay down in Zhang Fan's arms and fell asleep.

After a while, Liu San rode his horse again. Zhang Fan asked, "What's wrong?" Liu San said: "General, some of our soldiers can't run anymore and need to rest." Zhang Fan sighed and said, "Hey, the miscellaneous army is too poor in the end." Liu San said: "General, those soldiers who can't walk are all old and weak, and their cultivation is low. Zhang Fan said with a smile: "Of course I know that a martial artist with advanced cultivation will definitely not run out of internal breath after only running hundreds of miles. Liu San nodded. Zhang Fan continued: "After the Falling Moon Town, those old and weak soldiers will let them stay, and I have already arranged for someone to replace them. Liu San's face was full of doubts, and asked: "General...... Zhang Fan said lightly: "Don't worry, it's the soldiers of the imperial court, they will be waiting for us there in the morning." Liu San nodded when he heard this, and then rode down.

After a while, Zhang Fan and his entourage came to the door of the "Broken Intestine Inn", and hundreds of people were waiting quietly in front of them. Seeing this, Zhang Fan said lightly: "Let's join the list." Everyone in front of him: "Yes, General!" Liu San came forward and asked, "General, how are those old and weak soldiers settled?" Zhang Fan looked at a man in front of him when he heard this, and said lightly: "King Niu, come here." King Niu approached and said, "General!" Zhang Fan said lightly: "The soldiers replaced by our army will be arranged by you to live." You should always keep in touch with your eldest brother and actively prepare military rations to supply the needs of the army. King Niu hesitated a little, and then said: "Don't worry, general, your subordinates will complete the task." Zhang Fan waved his hand and said to him, "Go ahead." Then the king of the bull left. Zhang Fan then said to Liu San: "Tell those old and weak soldiers to follow King Niu to rest and prepare military rations for our army." Liu San said: "Yes, general." With that, he left.

At this time, there were more than 300 archers in the miscellaneous army led by Zhang Fan, of course, their origins needless to say. In a moment the army continued on its way, noticeably faster than before. (To be continued......)