I still think that the cavalry actually...

What was Cao Cao sighing between Jingran and Jingran?

Guo Jia was silent.

The closer Guo Jia is to Guanzhong, the more clear the things he experienced in Guanzhong before seem to become.

I only now know the things I once thought I had forgotten, but I can't forget them at all.

Memories are tangled with the past, and choices are strife with emotions.

The complicated sounds during the day seemed to be buzzing in the darkness.

The big man is sick.

The emperor is undoubtedly the sick man, but who is the doctor and who can rejuvenate his skills?

Is the head important or the arm important?

What if I asked the arm with the same sentence?

What will the arm say?

For the sake of the great man, he willingly contributed everything? What if he asked the second time? The third time? The fourth time?

Will the arms cry? Will they still have the same answer and the same result?

Guo Jia lowered his eyelids. The past is like smoke and fog, like a beauty on the water that can never be seen clearly. It is also like a ferocious beast hidden deep in the cave, attracting him and making him frightened. The deeper the ones I learned, learned, and touched in Guanzhong, the more it is rolling and trembling. I dare not think about it, and I can't forget it!

"Faithfulness..."

Cao Cao said something.

Guo Jia said calmly: "Lord, there is good news..."

"But there is news from Jingxiang?" Cao Cao asked with a slight squinted eyes.

At such a moment, it seemed that the sentimental Cao Cao who had shown before had disappeared silently in the dark, and what was left was the ruthless Cao Cao and his cold words.

"The lord is not bad as expected. Jing Xiang came to report and Jiangdong marched." Guo Jia nodded and replied.

"Good!" Cao Cao stroked his palm and said, "Jiangdong marched, Jingxiang will be alive..."

『Therefore…』 Guo Jia paused for a moment, 『As for the strategy?』

Cao Cao exhaled a long breath and nodded, "Go and arrange it!"

Guo Jia bowed his hand and then stepped down from the platform.

Cao Cao was still standing on the platform, holding his hands behind his back, facing the wind.

The robe is fluttering and the flags are stretched.

A gentle sigh, as if there were nothing…

...

...

Wukou Xing.

Yan Rou and Xiahou Dun have been dealing with each other for several days.

There are wins and losses.

At the beginning, Yan Rou won a lot, but as Yan Rou's troops began to lose, Xiahou Dun gradually gained the advantage.

People will be tired and injured.

Unlike in the game, even if you are a blood-skinned person, you can output all your combat power 100%.

In the subsequent counterattack of Xiahou Dun, some of Yan Rou's men stayed behind to block Yan Rou's escape, and there was no news again...

The morning mist floats little by little on the top of the mountain, the air is fresh, and occasionally there are the sound of insects and birds singing.

The originally gray-black gauze curtain was torn apart little by little, revealing the colorful colors between the heaven and the earth.

Yan Rou regretted it a little.

I regretted being impulsive.

After all, it is different from the grassland and desert.

Although Yan Rou and his troops took advantage of the familiar convenience of the terrain, relying on the familiar convenience of the terrain, the soldiers who attacked Xiahou Dun bit off a few pieces of flesh and blood from Xiahou Dun, Xiahou Dun was like a zombie covered in rotten flesh. He didn't care whether Yan Rou cut off his flesh or his fingers and arms, and he was still stiff, and he persevered in smelling Yan Rou's smell, and followed his footprints, approaching step by step.

There are fewer and fewer free marching places.

Yan Rou felt like she was trapped in a basin for raising a Gu.

In the basin, he and Xiahou Dun were fighting each other.

The surrounding mountains are the walls of this basin.

Yan Rou felt that there seemed to be larger and more basins besides her basin.

Blood is flowing, life is passing away.

Bite each other, swallow each other until the last worm survives...

Yan Rou bit a grass stem in her mouth, sat cross-legged on a dry high place, staring quietly towards the north.

He wanted to go back to the desert, and his desire to take revenge gradually subsided under the scrubbing of blood, but his desire for the northern desert and the desire to jump out of this pot gradually rose.

His horse was beside him, digging the ground one after another, as if he wanted to dig out some grassroots from the ground.

There were also some soldiers with good eyesight on the surrounding ridges, looking towards the Xiahou Army to the east.

In the valley, Yan Rou's subordinates were already dismounting and resting, but no one dared to remove the armor, and even the saddle was completely removed. They could only loosen the straps so that the war horse could feel a little more comfortable.

These days, Yan Rou has been fighting, and there is a smell of blood that seems to be unable to fade away from anything.

"Master, there is not much dry food left."

Yan Rou said from the side.

"Well, I understand," Yan Rou nodded and said, "It's okay, we're going to leave... let's all be divided!"

The guard responded, and then walked towards the other soldiers.

The idle sound of soldiers in the distance floated over with the mountain mist.

"...I've got ten heads when I came out this time, right?"

"I don't know how to calculate this, I'm still a little confused..."

"If you ask you to count the heads, you can count the wrong ones. Who is confused if you are not confused?"

"That's it! Two heads plus two heads, you know that they are four heads, but two plus two equals a few. Even if you can't come, I'll be laughing to death..."

"Really, if you don't work, just count on your fingers..."

『Hahaha, but this guy said that his fingers are not human heads!』

"I'm right! The fingers are not human heads! How can the fingers be human heads?"

"Yes, yes, you are the master, you are right..."

"Hahaha……"

Most of Yan Rou's subordinates were from the desert, but some were from the Han area. But now they were all mixed up with Mashao, killed the enemy together, snuggled together in the shelter of wind to keep warm with each other, and faced life and death together. Now they can't tell who is the Han and who is the Hu people. They now have the same name, the Cavalry Army.

Some people die and some are injured, but few complain or complain.

The Hu people do take life and death lightly, but it does not mean that the Hu people are not afraid of life and death.

When did the change happen?

Yan Rou doesn't remember it.

But he remembered the dead soldiers...

It’s not that Yan Rou has a good memory, but that there will be military judges in the army who will remember it.

When you go out, you will register a minor official when you return, and when you return, you will also record a minor official and you will remember the documents.

Yan Rou can't remember it, but someone will remember it for Yan Rou if you have any documentation.

Remember their names, remember their families, remember their last wishes, remember the blood they once shed on this land.

Remember they were a person, not a nameless insect.

So Yan Rou was also laughing, and hehe, the boredom and worry that had been caused in her heart for no reason seemed to have dissipated with the morning mist and the soldiers' idle talk.

If he died one day, perhaps there would be a small place in the heroic mourning hall in Pingyang. Later, some people would come to pay a stick of incense, and some would point his name to tell his life...

That's enough.

Go back tomorrow, and then please transfer back to the desert!

It seems that it hasn't been there for a long time...

『Beep!beep!』

Along the ridge, a bronze whistle suddenly came!
To be continued...