Both sides were jealous, Liu Heng still didn't fight with Zhou He, and after looking at it for a while, he left with Yougen.

Back at the camp, the two simply ate some corn cakes and minced meat, and each went back to his camp.

Yougen meditated with his eyes closed in the tent, and after two hours, dawn broke.

He walked out of the tent, where the soldiers were demolishing the barracks.

Carefully tear off the camp cloth, put away the knotted ropes on the camp cloth, and leave the useless sticks and logs standing next to each other around the barracks.

After the whole army had eaten, the whole team advanced.

"General. ”

The bald pony on its head grinned and swayed its skinny spine.

Moving the horse's buttocks, one of them opened his mouth and yawned.

Liu Heng rode the black dragon and turned his head to look at Yougen.

"What's the matter?"

"How about traveling a hundred miles today?"

"Hmm. ”

With his eyebrows frowning slightly, Liu Heng lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

"Well, then, we'll camp again tonight. ”

Behind the two of them, the Chi Chief and Shi Nao, who had no mounts, heard this, turned their heads and glanced at each other, then turned around and replied with fists: "Obey." ”

At the same time, in the Wenshort military camp three hundred and twenty miles away from Liu Hengjun, the soldiers were also dismantling the camp tents and tying ropes.

A purple robe was painted with dozens of bright yellow stripes like sunflowers, and the dark green armor shone through the cracks between the robes.

Wen Short, who was wearing dark green armor, silently stared at the stream not far away, with a grim expression.

"General. ”

There was a boulder behind Wen Kuo, and Li Yue stood next to the boulder.

"Speak. ”

"May I ask the general, when will our army pull out of camp?"

Hearing this, Wen Xiao raised his head slightly and let out a long breath.

"Is the hunting party back?"

Hearing this, Li Yue raised his head in surprise.

"It's back. ”

"Oh. ”

Wen Short smiled and nodded.

"Then let's eat first. ”

"Yes. ”

The men piled up gravel in the camp and put charcoal into the pile.

Smoke rose from the stone stoves, and the soldiers were holding porcelain bowls around the stone stoves, their movements and demeanors were very careful, there was no noise in the crowd, the soldiers were all wearing armor, and their weapons were placed not far from them.

It was only when it was time to eat that the soldiers began to talk to each other in low voices.

Picking up the bowl, he looked at the vegetable soup mixed with meat scraps in the bowl, and the noodle soup reflected on his face.

After staring at his own shadow for a moment, Wen opened his mouth and brought the rim of the bowl to his lips.

"Report!"

One man and one horse, broke into the open gate of the camp.

The loud announcement caused everyone's side eyes, and the cavalry on the horse shocked everyone.

The crimson cloak that had been draped over the horsemen's backs had long since been torn, and the remnants were like strips of cloth hanging from the waist of a beggar.

Large patches of blood stained the armor and robes, the hair on the head was covered with soil, and the sweaty face showed a strange paleness.

In his hands he held a milky white cypress token painted with a red stag, and the cavalry carried four flags on his back.

The flag has four colors: red, green, brown and brown.

The palm-sized banner cloth was dipped in dark red blood.

The cavalry rode to the tent of the camp, and the horses carried him into the tent.

Pulling up the reins, the war horse foaming at the mouth stood up a few days ago, and after a piercing cry from its mouth, it fell to the ground with the cavalry.

Stretching out his hand against the trembling children, Wen Short frowned, put down the porcelain bowl beside his mouth, and got up to go around the low table.

Quickly walking to the side of the war horse, Wen Short stretched out his hand to the cavalry on the plank.

Grabbing the shoulders of the cavalryman, Wen Short suddenly felt the heaviness in his hands.

The wrinkles between the eyebrows were even deeper, and the cavalryman's body was pulled hard, and the cavalryman sat up.

"Poof!"

The pale cavalryman opened his mouth, raised his head slightly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body immediately shrank.

Stretching out his hand to support the back of the cavalryman's neck, Wen Short squatted down, his face slightly surprised.

Li Yue rushed into the camp tent with his entourage, and with a frightened face, he first looked at the horses lying on the ground in the camp tent, still whispering softly, and then focused on Wen Short, who was holding the cavalry.

"General. ”

A few steps rushed to Daowen's side, and when he was about to ask.

The cavalryman, who was as angry as a gossamer, held the palm of Wen Short's outstretched hand with one hand and squeaked softly.

"What?"

Wen Short narrowed his eyes, and in the slits of his eyes, there was suspicion in the depths of his pupils.

"What happened?"

"Slaves. ”

The cavalry stretched out his neck, his face turned even paler, and the palm of his hand holding Wen Short's hand was also weak.

"Gather a crowd to make trouble, and the camp is in danger. ”

After saying that, the horseman's hand hung weakly.

Looking at the cavalry who stared at him and softened in his arms and remained motionless, Wen was slightly startled, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

After a moment of silence, Wen Short stretched out his hand to cover the cavalryman's abdomen, and lightly pressed the armor cloth on his abdomen, and the blood under it immediately oozed out.

In the place of bleeding, the blade of the forked and shattered blade was exposed.

Scattered tears appeared in his long and narrow eyes, and Wen Xiao carefully put the cavalryman's body on the ground, and reached out to close the cavalryman's angry eyes.

Standing up, Wen Short looked at the pale and immature face of the fallen cavalryman, opened his eyes slightly, and the tears in his eyes disappeared.

"General. ”

Behind him, Li Yue bowed slightly.

"Order the whole army, pull out the camp and return to the village!"

"Yes. ”

The army of Wen Short is only more than 60 miles away from its own village.

There are more than 5,000 slaves surrounding the village in Dingbian County.

The night when the slaves surrounded the village and cut off the canal.

When Liu Heng and Yougen went to explore the Anyang County station, the general of the wooden village guarding the Dingbian County station let go of the water gate and let more than 100 soldiers take twenty boats from the waterway to go out at night.

However, how can the general's understanding of the wooden village be higher than that of the slaves who participated in the construction of the wooden village.

After a fight, the soldiers who came out of the waterway were almost lost.

Seeing this, the partial general was forced to put down the drawbridge at the main gate of the wooden village, and led the soldiers to rush out of the village, relying on the damage of nearly 400 soldiers in eighty percent of the army, so that the five cavalry broke through.

All five of these cavalrymen were seriously wounded, and four more were killed in the galloping and bumpy journey.

After watching the cavalry break through, the general led the remaining troops and wanted to retreat to the wooden village, but he found that the suspension bridge across the waterway was full of slaves.

The soldiers guarding the drawbridge have been killed.

In desperation, the partial general led the remaining troops back to the village to fight, and finally although he captured the drawbridge, when he asked people to raise the drawbridge, there were less than 100 soldiers around him.

Yougen and Liu Heng are both cultivators, and Wen Short naturally does not dare to leave his army.

But the borrowed grain and grass are coming, and the village must not be lost, so he had to let Li Yuexian lead more than 400 cavalry all the way to the aid of the wooden village.

After a few hours, it was getting late and dusk was coming.

More than 400 cavalry walked outside the wooden village with billowing smoke and dust.

Most of the 5,000 slaves had only stones and sticks in their hands, but there was plenty of nails for them.

The slaves filled the surrounding ground with conical iron nails, and the young and the old and weak gathered together to confront the four hundred or so cavalry who had traveled long distances, exhausted and hastily arrayed.