Yanjin Ferry.

In the once again established camp, Yuan Jun Sima Zhuling, who was guarding Yanjin, opened his eyes from his sleep. Looking at the still dark outside, he couldn't help but sigh. He wanted to sleep for a while, but he was tossing and turning.

He couldn't sleep either, so he simply turned over and sat up, put on his coat, and came outside the tent.

It was cold and dewy in spring, and the torch burned with difficulty in the humid air. There was no heat or brightness, but it barely swayed without being extinguished, as if guarding the lives of Yanjin himself and the soldiers.

Guarding Yanjin is a hard job.

Imagine that there are several ferries in an area that is hundreds of miles long, and you can cross the river, but how can you guard a camp with only 800 people?

If it weren't for the spring floods that had risen and the river flow became more rapid, Qu Chang wouldn't even know where to guard!

So, if the Xixi Cavalry really wants to cross the river from here, can 800 people hold it?

Even if it can be defended, how long can it be defended?

So in this case, why did you and the eight hundred people under your command come here?

Army Commander Ma Zhuling was silent.

Logically speaking, a military commander must command at least 1,200 people to be considered a normal number, but eight hundred people cannot be considered wrong. After all, a military commander seems to be only one step away from being a captain, but he seems to be

Very far away.

"Sima..." The guard who was lying together in the tent noticed the movement, turned over and sat up, and followed Zhu Ling to the outside of the tent, "Can't sleep again?"

"Hmm..." Sima responded in a low voice.

The guard was silent for a moment. Although he didn't know how to comfort him, he still tried his best to say: "Sima... it has been so long... I must not want Sima to be like this..."

Sima Zhuling twitched the corners of his mouth, showed a forced smile, and said, "I'm not thinking about my family..."

The guard was silent, obviously not believing it.

Zhu Ling also shook his head helplessly and said casually: "...I was thinking about the people who conquered the west..."

The guard looked at Zhu Ling and said softly: "Sima, you mean... they will come back?"

Zhu Ling just explained casually, but after the guard asked again, his heart was inexplicably touched. "Maybe... who knows..."

"Come back... I'm afraid we can't defend it... The general also asked us to follow General Chunyu. Isn't this..." The guards are also members of the Zhu family, and the people of the Zhu family have little regard for Yuan Shao.

There are some complaints, and everyone is aware of this matter, even Zhu Ling.

"Don't say such things!" Zhu Ling looked up at the sky and seemed to see the eyes of his family in the sky.

The Zhu family was originally a medium-sized family in Qinghe, but since that day, the Zhu family has been abolished...

In Zhu Ling's memory, he still had the blood-stained city head and the bloody crenellations of the city wall that day, like a blood-stained tooth in a big mouth between heaven and earth, swallowing up the people close to and including the Zhu family.

Hundreds of lives!

In that year, Ji Yong from Qinghe betrayed Yuan Shao in the city and surrendered to Gongsun Zan. Gongsun Zan sent soldiers to the city to help Ji Yong defend the city. Yuan Shao ordered Zhu Ling to attack, but Zhu Ling's family members were all in the city, so Gongsun Zan's generals sent Zhu Ling to the city.

His whole family, including his mother and younger brother, were tied to the city to blackmail Zhu Ling into surrendering.

Zhu Ling refused.

Because Chunyu Qiong led the army and followed behind...

As a result, the blood of the Zhu family stained the city head red, and the heads fell like ripe persimmons at the bottom of the city, splattering red spots on the green and black city wall.

Zhu Ling captured the city with great force, captured Ji Yong alive, and killed Gongsun Zan's generals, but the lives of the Zhu family could not be saved.

Originally, Zhu Ling thought that he had upheld his loyalty and had a clear conscience, but every night, he would dream of his mother's white hair being dyed red, dreaming of his brother's head flying down in the air, dreaming of his wife,

His children...

So Zhu Ling, who was originally cheerful, gradually became taciturn and melancholic. As a result, he was considered to be dissatisfied with Yuan Shao and complained a lot. In addition, the Zhu family was disabled, and the original business in Qinghe City was gradually occupied by others.

Zhu Ling was furious and led the troops privately, but committed the serious crime of deploying troops privately. He was demoted from the position of school captain to army commander.

This is nothing, he was even demoted to a place like Yanjin.

What's this?

what is this?

In the dull night, the eyes are black, but a blood-red heart is beating.

The sky is getting brighter.

The camp gradually became alive. Soldiers crawled out of the simple tents one by one. Due to the limited conditions, their hair was disheveled. In fact, they looked no different from the refugees. They pulled up their pants and went to the side of the camp for convenience.

, a group of people laughing and drinking yellow urine can be regarded as a kind of joy in suffering.

"Sima..." The team leader in charge of the camp's baggage came over, handed over a piece of wood, and said softly: "...there is not much food and grass in the camp...the food that was supposed to arrive yesterday...has not been seen either.

No trace..."

"Perhaps it was delayed for some reason..." Zhu Ling looked at the number on the wooden slip and said after a moment of silence, "Today, I will take some brothers to the river to see if I can catch some fish and shrimps... Deal with them more or less.

…”

"Wei." The troops from the rear camp surrendered and responded.

Fishing for fish and shrimp can only be an emergency measure, but it cannot last long. We can't let all the soldiers change jobs and become fishermen and go to the river to fish and catch shrimp every day, right?

The guard brought a jar of hot water that had just boiled, poured out a bowl, and handed it to Zhu Ling.

Zhu Ling took it and saw the water waves in the bowl rippling around in circles. He subconsciously held it with both hands, but still saw the water rippling. He suddenly woke up and as soon as he let go of his hands, he ran towards the sentry tower.

The water bowl fell to the ground, splashing water and breaking into three pieces.

In the morning mist, a group of figures appeared faintly in the north.

"Close the camp gate! March to the west! The men and horses of the March to the west are here again!" Zhu Ling slapped the soldiers on guard duty who were still in a daze to wake up, and shouted, "Sound the gong to warn! Hurry!"

The soldiers on duty who suddenly woke up hurriedly rang the golden gong. The harsh sound echoed over the camp. All the soldiers dropped what they were holding in panic, grabbed their weapons, stood on the wall of the camp, and threw

Crossing the crenel, I looked in shock at the slowly approaching Zhengxi Cavalry.

The milky white mist was like several long thin silk ribbons, floating up, down, left and right on the Zhengxi Cavalry. Suddenly, a three-color flag emerged from the mist, its long tail fins flying in the wind.

It undulates up and down, like the tail wing of a bluebird, full of spirituality.

Then there were about ten cavalrymen, forming a neat queue, moving forward slowly. The cavalrymen on horseback rose and fell with the rhythm of the horses, and the armor on their bodies also made a rhythmic sound.

It's like adding a light harmony to the dull sound of horse hooves.

"Damn it!" Zhu Ling hammered the guardrail of the sentry tower hard.

The Zhengxi Cavalry suddenly headed north and then south, which really troubled Zhu Ling for a long time. It was like a knife on his neck, trying to cut but not cutting, trying to pull back but not. He originally thought that the Zhengxi Cavalry was heading north.

He left and never came back. As a result, within a few days, he saw the cavalry from Zhengxi again.

"Why?!" Zhu Ling couldn't understand. There were obviously other ferries here in Yanjin, but why did the Zhengxi troops have to come here!

Although other ferries may be more difficult to cross.

Zhu Ling didn't understand, and Chen Hao wasn't very clear about this either.

"Because there are Yuan soldiers stationed here..." Taishi Ci pointed slightly with his halberd and explained, "This is a river bend, the water flow is slow, and there are pontoons... In addition, the other two ferries, although

There are no soldiers guarding it, but since you know the two places where you can cross the river, don't these Yuan troops not know it?"

Chen Hao said: "So is there an ambush on both sides?"

"I don't know if there is an ambush. After all, we haven't gone anywhere..." Taishi Ci grinned, "But I know it's easier to deal with it if it's on the surface! Someone! Bring this head to the camp.

, let them take a good look!”

The three Zhengxi cavalrymen loudly agreed, took Chunyu Qiong's head, then clapped their horses and galloped towards the camp.

"Chunyu is dead! Here is his head!" Three Zhengxi cavalrymen raised Chunyu Qiong's head high in front of the camp gate and shouted loudly.

Many soldiers recognized Chunyu Qiong, so after carefully identifying him, there was an uproar in the camp!

Zhu Ling could hardly believe her eyes!

Chun Yuqiong can be said to be the benchmark of the older generation among Yuan Shao's army. Although he is not as brave as Yan Liangwen Chou, he is not a cat or a dog. He is a person who is respectfully addressed as General Chun Yu when he meets him. Now,

But it became a symbol of showing off force in the hands of the soldiers who conquered the West...

what on earth is it?

Doesn't Chunyu Qiong have twenty or thirty thousand men under his command?

Various thoughts rushed through Zhu Ling's mind, causing him to stand on top of the sentry tower and had to hold on to the guardrail tightly to prevent himself from becoming unstable.

Zhu Ling was like this, and Yuan Jun in the camp was even more frightened. After the initial uproar, it gradually became quiet, and everyone stared blankly at the soldiers who conquered the west, with only boundless fear left in their hearts.

Taishi Ci waved his hand and saw that the effect was achieved, so he ordered Chen Hao and his soldiers to march past the camp and begin to cross the pontoon bridge across the river. He led a group of troops and still stared at Yuan Jun's camp with vigilance.

The purpose of taking Chunyu Qiong's head was to frighten Yuan Jun.

Now it seems that the effect is indeed good.

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine that the head of an army general often became a major reason for destroying the spirit of an army even in later generations, let alone a system like the Han Dynasty that relied heavily on the command of military lieutenant generals.

The Yanjin camp was originally designed to protect the pontoon, but now the camp doors are tightly closed and they dare not take any action, because almost all Yuan Jun in the camp knows that their numbers cannot be compared with Chunyu Qiong. However,

Chunyu Qiongdu was beheaded by the Zhengxi cavalry. Even if they risked their lives to stop him, could they still stop him?
To be continued...