It was about two o'clock in the morning.

The sun broke through the morning clouds, but because of the dense mountains and forests, the area it could illuminate was not very large. There was a stream gurgling down from the mountains on one side, and the silver ripples reflected the sunlight, making people look at it for a long time.

It's a bit blurry and dazzling.

A group of people walked among the fresh woods. The leader wielded a machete to split the vines that were spreading wildly. Others used long wooden sticks to beat the grass half a person deep on both sides, driving away those who might be in the grass.

Ambush of snakes and insects.

A flower snake was obviously frightened and swam away in a hurry from where it was originally staying.

Mr. Zhang saw it at a glance, and then the spear in his hand was like an eagle, swooping down, instantly piercing the flower snake, lifting it up in the air, and then said with a grin.

"This tastes good! It's like chicken, crispy!"

I don’t know why, Zhang Fei felt that saying this sentence was particularly touching, and it was easier for the soldiers to understand. After all, most of these soldiers may have eaten chickens and ducks, but cattle and sheep were not recruited by these people.

All the poor people who came here had enough to eat.

The soldier stepped forward, pulled out his knife, and chopped off the snake's head with one blow. Then he tore off the twisted and twisted snake body on Zhang Fei's spear and stuffed it into a bamboo basket.

The sun danced in the light and shadow in the forest, like a naughty elf, tilting its head to watch the two-legged beast moving forward.

Zhang Fei stuck his spear on the ground, took out the map from his arms, and stared at it for a long time with a frown. Then he looked up at the speckled sun in the shadow of the trees, and then turned to stare at the moss on the tree trunks.

After looking at it for a moment, he pointed his hand and said, "Go in this direction!"

Traveling in the mountains and forests, time seemed to be swallowed up by various plants and animals. It passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, I saw the sun yawning and staggering away to the west...

"General! We found water!"

The soldiers at the front came to report, which immediately made everyone excited.

"I'm just telling you, the direction is right!" Zhang Fei laughed, then looked at the sky, "Give me the order to go down and camp near the stream! In addition, collect some dry firewood and find something to eat along the way!"

Snakes, lizards, bugs.

Flowers, mushrooms, wild vegetables.

Whatever is available is what it is, stewed in a pot!

Naturally, a large army cannot conceal its whereabouts, so what about a small army?

Jiaozhi Shixie and others, including Meng Yan and others from Nanzhong, all thought that Liu Bei would send troops in the autumn, but in fact, Zhang Fei had already set off early, leading his men to move forward and train troops at the same time.

Entering the mountain is like entering the gate of hell.

This is for those people who were high above the court, and then were demoted and exiled to Lingnan. But here, there have been people of Zhi people, people of Di people, etc. for generations. For these "Southern Barbarians"

To put it simply, the Gate of Hell is nothing more than a mountain.

The strengths of these people are climbing over mountains and ravines, running through ravines and hillsides. It is not difficult for them. They can move freely on the rugged and narrow mountain roads. To say they can run like flying is a bit exaggerated, but to say they can walk easily

That's still possible, and it doesn't seem to be much different from taking an ordinary road.

In comparison, Zhang Fei and his direct soldiers were not very adaptable. If it were not for the previous experience in Dingze, Zhang Fei and his own soldiers knew some mountain and forest skills, and they would not be able to keep up at all.

The pace of these skinny men was so weak. Even so, after walking on the mountain road for many days, Zhang Fei still had some back pain and a burning pain in the soles of his feet. He knew without looking that he must have blisters.

Water is the guarantee of life and the limitation of marching. Fortunately, if it is a small army, a stream will be enough. If it is a large army, it will not be able to move at all if it does not follow the river.

After clearing a clearing by the creek, Zhang Fei's soldiers set up camp under the command of Zhang Fei. The Han people were naturally familiar with these matters, and they didn't need Zhang Fei to worry too much.

He also ordered to go down and let the Han people take the guard together, regardless of high or low, so the people didn't have much opinion. In addition, Zhang Fei's soldiers were all very brave. In the southern barbarian land, the sound of loud fists was natural.

It's bigger, so basically no one will ask any questions.

The people dragged some unknown wild branches and leaves and put them on the bonfire to roast. Then they saw thick smoke rising, crackling in the woods beside the stream, and a lot of them fell like rain.

The insect then escaped from the smoke...

Zhang Fei knew that those were damn blood-sucking insects. They usually squirmed and lay on the trees, and then when the animals passed by, they would land on them and devour their flesh and blood, and most importantly, they would not feel any pain.

It's fine during the day, but at night these blood-sucking bugs are simply rampant.

Zhang Fei and others suffered such a loss before when they were in Dingzhe. They did not know the way of the mountains and forests, so they slept under the trees at will, and then overnight, soldiers were sucked dry of their blood and died.

Stone slabs like these by the creek are relatively safe places. Of course, you also need to prevent predators from coming to drink water at night. However, there are soldiers on duty. These animals generally don't dare to move rashly when they see the bonfire.

Zhang Fei licked his lips. Sometimes he really wished that a tiger or leopard would jump out and then he could have a full meal...

After the bonfire was raised, many insects and ants crawled out of the soil beside the bonfire. Although these insects and ants are not fatal, their bites are very uncomfortable, so they need to be baked first.

After that, the campfire is moved outside to form a larger circle, so that the soldiers in the circle can have a better resting environment.

Zhang Fei originally knew nothing about these matters.

After all, if you ask Zhang Fei what is the quickest way to stab someone or the most convenient way to kill a pig, Zhang Fei must be an expert. However, to the mountains and forests, Zhang Fei's martial prowess is like a child playing with a big gun and cannot match it at all.

Ding Ze...

If it hadn't been for the Battle of Dingze, Zhang Fei would never have imagined that he would fight in the mountains and forests and learn the ways of the mountains and forests.

Zhang Fei sat leaning against a cliff, roasting the dagger he carried with him on the fire, and prepared to pick out the blisters on his feet.

Zhang Fei is already very used to soaking in water.

When I was in Zhuo County, the farthest I traveled was only ten miles and eight villages. I even often rode horses and carriages, so the soles of my feet were naturally tender. After traveling around with Liu Bei for several years, I often got blisters.

Flames danced on the tip of the knife.

Zhang Fei's eyes were also a little wandering...

Back then, the three brothers were sitting around the campfire. I helped you pick out the blisters on your feet, and you helped me pick them out. The three of them competed to see who had more blisters on their feet, and then laughed together.

Were you happier then?

Or are you happier now?

Zhang Fei didn't quite understand.

The hot tip of the knife pierced the skin, and the blisters disappeared, but the stinging pain remained.

Finding direction in the mountains and forests and how to survive are not Zhang Fei's strengths, but for Liu Bei, Zhang Fei studies harder than anyone else, because Zhang Fei knows that this kind of thing is not suitable for Liu Bei to do, and his second brother doesn't bother to do it.

Do it, so he can only do it.

Brothers, there is no need to divide this or that, or even talk about it.

Just like now, even when he was in the mountains with a small number of his men, Zhang Fei still felt at ease because he knew that no matter how far he went, Liu Bei would definitely be not far behind.

Never give up.

Zhang Fei raised his feet and brought the soles of his feet closer to the bonfire. The flames burned the soles of his feet, and the feet covered with black mud were smoked by the heat. Suddenly, the unique smell of big men and the hodgepodge cooked on the bonfire rose.

Mixed together in one place.

Comfortable.

Black mud is used to protect the exposed skin, just like the wild boar in the mountains.

Ah, why haven’t you seen a wild boar these days?

That fat pig's knuckle...

The gate of hell is not far away, but Zhang Fei has no fear in his heart.

It is said that this map was provided by those poisonous people who came to Dahan, so since those bald heads can walk over it, I, Lao Zhang, can naturally walk over it too!

This time, let the eldest brother and the second brother see what I, Lao Zhang, can do!

Zhang Fei burst into laughter.

For a long time, Zhang Fei himself knew that apart from his martial arts skills, he didn't have much else to offer. Unlike his second brother, he could still provide some advice to his elder brother.

But this time, it's different. After the gate of hell is over, Jiaozhi is just around the corner. Zhang Fei doesn't really understand what kind of place Jiaozhi is, but since his elder brother Liu Bei thinks it's not bad, it means it's not bad.

And what kind of country is the poisonous country south of Cochin?

The poisoned person said there was some kind of god or general, and then he waved his hand and there was a vast brilliance. What kind of flower did he sit on and the ground would bloom when he walked on it?

Zhang Fei sneered. Isn't this similar to Zhang Jiao? The Yellow Turban Warriors back then were also boasted so much. Didn't I, Lao Zhang, shoot them one by one?

Are you still blooming step by step, blooming, and fighting with people with petals?

This is interesting...

It doesn't sound like much.

Among the current big men, I am afraid that only those under the hussar can be considered relatively strong...

The bonfire crackled loudly.

Zhang Fei suddenly thought of something and pulled his feet back. His brows furrowed.

Well, hussar...

When the Hussar General sent people to teach these forest skills, was it intentional or unintentional?

This seems to be a problem.

……(д)……

"Go away!"
To be continued...