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The Zhang soldiers dispersed all the way, making Shangyong's plan to clear the world that was prepared to implement became a joke.

Forty or fifty miles away from Shangyong, there is a small square city.

There are trees fifty steps north of the city...

Uh, I've been talking on the stage.

This place was originally a military camp, but later it gradually expanded into a city. It was very small, with a main street leading from beginning to end.

A cavalry with blood and mud slowly entered the city, and then stopped at the small square at the end of the street. The cavalry dismounted one after another, some dismounted to loosen their ties, some shaking their legs and panting, while others sat down at the corner of the roadside wall, and some went to the well at the corner of the small square to fetch water. For a moment, the sound of people and horses became noisy in the square.

There were originally some Zhang soldiers in Fangcheng, but they were rushed by the rioters. With the garrisons in this place, they were likely to be timid and incompetent. When they saw that the momentum was wrong, they abandoned Fangcheng without saying a word and fled to Shangyong. They gave up the place without even being beaten.

Among these cavalrymen, Mao San was tremblingly untiing the sword tied on his hands. In order not to be unable to hold the handle of the knife due to sweat and blood in the battle, many people would choose to tie the sword directly to their hands, but it is easy to tie the strips of dry cloth. Now that it is stained with sweat and blood, it is difficult to untickle it.

I don’t know if it was because I felt weak after a long battle, or if the blood solidified and the cloth strip was sticky. Anyway, it took me a long time to pull it off. Mao San’s arm even shook slightly. After adjusting his breath for a while, he started to wipe the sword. After the battle, the sword cannot be stored immediately, and it must be cleaned. Just like the kitchen knife needs to be washed and wiped before it is put away after using it. The flesh and blood are corrosive...

Perhaps because Hou Wu was thicker, he looked a little better than Mao San. At this moment, he had already packed up his armor and weapons and was standing by the well in the small square, revealing his body, revealing his skin stained with various blood and stains. He bent over and didn't care that his little brother was shaking his crotch. He pulled up a bucket of water in a few seconds. He first took the bucket and drank a few sips, then raised the barrel high and poured it down from the beginning.

『Ha...it's so cool...

Hou Wu shouted twice.

Although the well water in winter is slightly warm, it cannot be said to be warm. When the body is excited, a white mist will rise.

There were also several other cavalrymen, like Hou Wu, who rushed to the well water, and were laughing at the edge of the wellhead with their bare butts, splashing onto other soldiers who were fetching water for the war horses to drink, causing a burst of laughter and scolding.

Then more cavalry joined in, "It's so cool..."

In the laughter, excitement, ostentatiousness and fatigue were mixed together.

Zhu Ling's cavalry tactics are so fast that even the cavalry in the army feels a little surprised and shocked.

There are many military tactics, "Therefore, it is as fast as the wind, its sprint is as slow as the forest, its invasion is as fire, and it is as motionless as the mountain, it is difficult to know as the yin, and its movement is as thunder as the shock." Some people who have read Sun Tzu's Art of War can generally know this, but it is not easy to make an army reach this level.

Because it was once the same series, the equipment of the Zhang soldiers was actually similar to that of ordinary soldiers of the Cavalry.

But morale and combat are no longer on the same level.

Zhu Ling had seen too many soldiers who were defeated due to low morale, such as the Yuan army before, and the Zhang army now, but he also saw the soldiers under the cavalry one after another. Even if they lost four or five, they were still fearless and bravely moved forward!

The only heroic soldiers in the world are the cavalry!

"Come, distribute the forage!"

Zhu Ling walked forward along the street, commanding his men while walking, and then saw the rough men taking a shower at the end of the street, and cursed, "That man! Just rush for a while, don't blow the cold wind for too long! What about drying clothes? Dry them quickly and put them on!"

"Hou Wu! Your butt is exposed!" Zhu Ling pointed at Hou Wu and said with a smile, "Your robe is torn!"

Hou Wu looked back and then touched it, and couldn't help but shout, "The thief stepped on the horse! Uh, he said the back ditch is so cold... Uh, he said, "You guys are laughing at each of you... "

Fighting on the battlefield, I don’t know when the sword and gun cut off Hou Wu’s spare robe and tear it out a big hole, just on the butt. Hou Wu didn’t pay attention and swayed it in a random manner. Then everyone else laughed until Zhu Ling said it...

Zhu Ling laughed, took off his cloak and threw it to Hou Wu, "I'll give it to you! I'll cover your butt!"

"Hahaha! Thank you for the reward!" Hou Wu laughed, took the cloak, then put it on his body, and showed off to Mao San on the side, "Look, the umpire is the most fond of it!"

Mao San also laughed, "The captain likes your butt!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Then there was a burst of laughter.

Amid the laughter, Zhu Ling headed towards the high platform in the city, then looked at some soldiers who were healing under the platform, and then ordered the military governor of the army and village, and finally walked slowly to the high platform in the city...

The three-colored flag was waving in the wind on the platform. Zhu Ling stood under the flag, looking at the cavalrymen who were stained with blood and mud on the street, who had retreated back to repair one after another, looked at the faces that were a little tired, but were still full of fighting spirit and high spirits, and showed a big smile and shouted loudly, "Come on, let me ask, are you doing well in killing?"

『Hahaha, it's cool! It's cool!』

"Not happy! I didn't kill enough!"

The cavalry near the street also laughed and responded with a tongue.

"This battle is not over yet. I wonder if you have any more than Yong?" Zhu Ling asked loudly again.

『Yes! Yes!』

This time the answers are abnormally unified.

This time, not only were the cavalry around, but also some cavalrymen who had a short rest in the distance, as well as soldiers healing under the platform, stood up one after another, waved their arms towards Zhu Ling, and raised their swords and guns. For a momentum, they were full of murderous aura and were as powerful as a rainbow!

"Then make a good night of work, set off tomorrow, and continue to march! There are even greater victories and more merits waiting for you to obtain!" Zhu Ling waved his arm and looked at the three-color flag above his head, "The great man has won thousands of victories! The cavalry has won thousands of victories!"

『Wonderful victory! Ten thousand victory!』

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Gulpa　　People's cognition changes with time, or the changes of the times. If you stand in the later eras and then laugh at how ridiculous and apologetic the behaviors made by people in those eras in the previous times are undoubtedly a ridiculous and lamentable thing in itself.

Birds fly in Sichuan and Sichuan.

When the Shangyong area was surging, the fighting spirit was also rising in Sichuan and Sichuan.

Shadows formed by clouds of all sizes flow on the ground, and then they walk together with those flags.

Although it is a basin in Sichuan and Shu, it is not flat. And unlike most of the mountains that run east-west on most Chinese lands, the terrain in Sichuan and Shu also has north-south folds. Therefore, on this piece of land, cavalry is not the dominant group of troops, but more are infantry.

The pillars of wolf smoke rose up, and the soldiers from both sides of the battle gathered and collided and crossed together, and then they dispersed like waves, leaving behind the remains of the corpse, and deserters rushed four times.

When the sickle of death falls, it will never give humans any warning first.

It whistled, and then devoured life in a blink of an eye.

The troops with Yan Yan as the front drive and Gan Ning as the back strategist were almost racing against time to recover the lost land in Brazil and Brazil.

At this point, whether it is the king of the lord Lei Dong, the Di person Qi Zhi, or the leader of the Ba people, Fan Zao, they all have the idea to bring the plundered materials back to the mountain as much as possible...

Otherwise, this trip would be meaningless?

For Fan Zao, a Ba man, he was relatively more abundant, so he was the most determined retreater. Even if he gave up some of the supplies, he would not hesitate to do so. However, it was different from the Di people, and they were reluctant to give up.

Fan Zao was about to leave, and the monk and the Di people pulled him and said he would play again... Bah, it was wrong, he would take off again, uh, drag it.

As long as you can hold back the three-color Han people for one more day, you will naturally be able to move one more copy back. This simple algorithm can be calculated even by an idiot, but the problem is...

Fan Zao stared at Lei Dong and Qi Zhi because he had just received a reward.

The letter came from a dead Ba people leader. Not long ago, the Ba people leader thought he was brave. After witnessing the collapse of the Jade and Di people, he mocked the escape Jade and Di people, and despised the foolishness, timidity and incompetence of the Jade and Di people. Then he said that he could ambush the Han generals behind him and then turn defeat into victory.

As a result, the ambush failed and was chased and killed by Gan Ning and his men for three miles, and chopped over to the ground...

Those who broke down and fled back brought the news, which naturally exaggerated the number of Han soldiers, and turned hundreds into thousands into thousands into thousands into thousands, and even made them confidently, so there must be so many!

"How can we stop the Han people with so many soldiers? Let's go back to the mountains as soon as possible! Otherwise, if you really wait for the Han people to surround you, you can't run away!" Fan Zao said bluntly, "I know you can't bear to leave, but you have to have life first if you want something! If you lose your life, you can't help it? Listen to me, go back to the mountains, and leave now!"

The king of the monk Lei Dong grabbed Fan Zao, "Brother Fan! Wait for another five days, no, three days will be fine! Three days! Wait for another three days! No matter what, leave for three days! Three days!"

"Yes, it will take three more days... This is actually a bit false. You and I know that the Han people did not have so many soldiers and horses. No matter how many tens of thousands of people, we can't scare ourselves..." The Di people king Qi Zhi on the side also said, "In just three days, we gather here, and there are so many people, how can we delay three days! Believe in ourselves!"

Believe in yourself...

I believe it, I don’t believe in myself, but I still believe in you?

Fan Zao couldn't help but throw away the hand of the vengeful king Lei Dong, but looked at Lei Dong and Qi Zhi's eyes that seemed to be swallowing people. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Then what do you two say, how can you delay these three days?"

Lei Dong and Qi Zhi looked at each other, then pointed to the same place on the simple map beside them, "Here..."

『Bloodstone Mountain?』

『…』 Fan Zao was silent for a moment, his eyes rolled, 『Then... Then let's try...』

"Okay!" Lei Dong and Qi Zhi both breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't know that Fan Zao was thinking in his heart, which was nothing like the two of them...

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An unknown mountain.

In the desolate valley where earth and stones were mixed, campfires were set up and bonfires were raised.

As the sun sets, Gan Ning and Yan Yanzheng sit together.

The soldiers not far away were preparing to camp and go to and from late to bed.

In the past few days, Yan Yan and Gan Ning cooperated with each other, and the cavalry and infantry worked together to disperse the monks and Di people in Brazil and Bazhong to various villages and towns, like driving away the flock of sheep, to the Daba Mountains.

In the final analysis, Gan Ning and Yan Yan lacked military strength. This deficiency is not about quantity but about quality. Simply put, it means that the number of core troops truly loyal to General Cavalry is insufficient.

This is very troublesome.

The words "loyalty" are some in words and some in actions, but before the critical moment, you often cannot tell who is which...

In the past few days, Yan Yan and Gan Ning have seen many people whose nostrils are above their heads. Now after meeting, they nodded and bowed, saying that they are loyal, loyal to the cavalry, loyal to Sichuan and Shu, and loyal to the Han Dynasty.

Therefore, Yan Yan and Gan Ning can accept the attentiveness of these people?

Fortunately, behind Yan Yan and Gan Ning, Xiang Lang is also as logistics supplies, maintaining as much as possible.

Since the Cavalry entered Sichuan, these gentry children from Sichuan, well, perhaps from the day the Han Dynasty was founded, the gentry children from Sichuan, might not have stood on the same front of the Han Dynasty wholeheartedly. Because it was very simple, after Liu Bang entered the pass, from the King of Hanzhong to the Black Emperor, the gentry children of Sichuan, did not gain benefits beyond other regions.

In the Western Han Dynasty, the Guanlong Group was in power, while in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Jizhou and Yuzhou were proud. The children of Sichuan and Shu gentry had always been either making up for the numbers or marginalized. Therefore, no matter how much loyalty these people were to the Han Dynasty or to the cavalry, it was naturally a difficult factor to clarify.
To be continued...