At this time, the army will move forward between thirty and fifty miles a day, and still have to leave some spare energy to prepare for battle or camp.

Fortunately, Qin Feiyu is an old lieutenant, and he has five hundred Yun Zhongwei supervising him, so he is in order along the way.

In March, the east of Baizhi is also at the junction of the three fiefs of Baizhi, Quyi and Quxu, and four armies came. Duan Yu's side was Wu Cheng's army, carrying the landscape-patterned flag. Zhu Yuanjun in the south brought 1,500 people and the red-bottomed Vermilion Bird flag. Qu Yijun in the north came, with two thousand people, with a square formation, showing the Jiuqu flag, and finally half of the host Baizhi army, with only one thousand people, light and simple.

The army was separated by a distance and after setting up camp, the four Fengjuns met.

"I am so honored to be invited today!"

Bai Zhi conferred the name of the king Xing Ao, wearing a formal dress, wearing a jade ring on his waist, a national face, with a hard edge and a horny aura on his body, and obviously he was not a fool.

He looked at Duan Yu and stepped forward to welcome him: "Qu Xujun? I am so young and promising! Let me introduce this person, this person is Qu Yijun, this person is Zhu Yuanjun!"

Duan Yu also treated the same meticulous manner and saw it one by one.

Qu Yijun is a smiling fat man with fair skin and needs help when walking.

In this era, fatness is a proof of wealth.
Chapter completed!