When Zheng Anping arrived at the inn, the four-horse carriage was tied outside the gate.
Zheng Anping's heart tightened, as the big shot came to the small inn. He entered the courtyard of the inn and saw a tall, strong man sitting in the middle of the hall from a distance. He wore a robe and leather armor and a leather ben on his head. He was obviously a member of a scholar family. The post official sat next to him, his stature looking half smaller. There is a closed bamboo talisman placed on the table in the middle of the hall, which shows that all the people in this post station have been commandeered by this strong man. Whenever more than five troops are mobilized, they must comply with the festival talisman. This is a rule passed down since the time of Wu Qi.
Zheng Anping took out the festival talisman from his arms, ran up the steps at a trot according to the rules, and sang loudly: "Zheng Anping sent the post back to the palace~, give orders~!"
The post official raised his hand, Zheng Anping came in, knelt down in front of the post official's desk, and held up the festival. The post official took the festival, turned around, and gave it to the strong man.
The strong man glanced at Jie and raised his hand to signal the postman to put it away. He asked Zheng Anping in front of the banquet: "Honorary title?"
Zheng Anping turned slightly and replied, "Zheng Anping."
The strong man seemed stunned for a moment, then bowed at the table and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Zheng, I'm so rude! A certain Jin family is despicable."
Zheng Anping returned the greeting and said: "The remaining people in the country do not dare to be called generals!"
Jin Bi said: "Young Master went to Daliang to report before noon, and you are not going back until now?"
Zheng Anping replied: "When I left the city, the drums of the army were already ringing, so I returned to my home in Donghongli to tidy up the bundles. I delayed delivering the order. Please punish me, General!"
Jin Bi raised his hand and said: "If you go back to the post station to hand over the order first, and then return to the whole bunch, it will be a waste of time. The young master makes a decision immediately, which shows his sincerity. Please come in, young master."
Zheng Anping stood up, exited the hall, and stood among the postmen. I vaguely felt that the expressions of the postmen were strange.
Jin Bi said: "In a short while, Lord Xinling will go to the Great Wall to meet General Mangmao. You and other soldiers will be the vanguard."
Hearing this, Zheng Anping took a deep breath. Lord Xinling, this is a name even louder than King Wei.
Lord Mengchang of Qi State was famous for raising scholars. It is said that he had three thousand followers, who came from all over the country and each had their own unique skills. Such a powerful Lord Mengchang is both wealth and a threat to any king. He served as the Prime Minister of his native Qi State for a long time, but was eventually not accepted by the King of Qi. In his later years, he served as the Prime Minister of Wei State, and finally died in Wei State. After his death, the whereabouts of his three thousand disciples became a big problem: these were a group of heroes who wanted to massacre the city if they disagreed. They were talented and had a bad temper. King Wei made his second son Wuji, who was probably only ten years old at the time, the title of king and asked him to take in the retainers left by Lord Mengchang. However, a child actually handled this matter with ease, as if these lawless retainers had been recruited by him from the beginning. Same. Lord Xinling is only in his early twenties this year. He has been a nurse for some years and his reputation is growing.
Being able to see Lord Xinling is indeed a blessing in life; but I have to go to the Great Wall that night, and be a pioneer? Isn’t this the rhythm of death! Zheng Anping felt hot in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or fear.
The days are short in winter. It was still bright when Zheng Anping returned to the inn, but now it was dark. Zheng Anping stood there silently, calming his breath. The heat in his body, which had been slightly sweating just now, gradually subsided, and slowly, the chill began to rise. His stomach also began to growl.
At this time, the sound of carriages came from far outside the door. It seemed that there were no fewer than a hundred vehicles. This made everyone straighten up.
I don’t know since when, the strength of a country can be measured by the number of chariots. During the Spring and Autumn Period, a country was equipped with hundreds to hundreds of tanks. Now we always talk about the "Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period", as if there were only seven countries in the Warring States Period, but this is not the case. To be precise, during the Warring States Period, there were seven "Countries of Ten Thousand Chariots", that is to say, there were seven countries in China with a total number of more than 10,000 chariots. In addition to these seven kingdoms of ten thousand chariots, there are also some "countries of five thousand chariots" and "thousand chariots kingdoms". This really makes people feel like the sun and the moon are flying by: I think back when King Wu was conquering Zhou, he could only send 4,000 troops in the Battle of Muye. But today, the country of Five Thousand Vehicles is not a horn at all, and the big horns will destroy it if they want.
But when the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Chariots was rampant, chariots were no longer the main force of the army. The main force of the army was selected infantrymen like Zheng Anping. Although the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period were all countries with ten thousand chariots, none of them really equipped themselves with such a powerful chariot force as ten thousand chariots; on the contrary, they almost unanimously adopted the concept of "thousands of chariots, thousands of horses, and hundreds of thousands of armors". "Such a combined force deployment of multiple arms.
A country can only maintain a thousand chariots. This time, a hundred chariots appeared at once, which is amazing.
Jin Bi stood up, waved his body, and led the five people in the post to the door. When they lined up at the door, a dark motorcade appeared on the avenue. There is a flag on the chariot in the middle. It is dark and the pattern on it can no longer be seen clearly. As the train approached the inn, it gradually slowed down and finally stopped in front of the inn.
A trumpet sound came from a car, and the chariots drove towards the inn one after another from the road, as if spinning threads from a cocoon, arranged neatly and evenly. Not long after, they formed a semicircle in front of the inn. Zheng Anping clearly saw that in the center of the semicircle was the car with the flag. This was obviously the command car of the entire convoy. The faces of the people in the car were very blurry in the shadows, and their figures were upright. Standing on the car, they gave people a sense of stability like a mountain.
"Is this Lord Xinling?" Zheng Anping felt an unreal excitement in his heart.
Jin Bi strode towards the car, and the postman followed behind him at a loss. When he arrived at the carriage, Jin Bi said loudly: "Five soldiers from Ximen Post are here to welcome you!"
The postman followed behind, not daring to speak, but bowed.
Lord Xinling said calmly: "General Jin is working hard! Is there a post official next to you?"
This time the post official had to speak: "Post official Ma Xiaosan, don't you dare to ask me!"
"Ximen Post's army is in good order and its officials are well managed!"
The postman took courage and said, "As long as you listen to your orders, I will not be afraid of fire or water!"
Lord Xinling said: "The post soldiers are dispatched by General Jin." Then he turned to Jin Bi and said: "Here are the leaders?"
Jin Bi bowed and said: "No!"
Two trumpets were blown from the car, and people stood up and jumped off the car.
Jin Bi turned to the four postmen who were standing motionless at the door and said, "Go inside and move the fodder." Then he turned to the postman and said, "Light the fire!"
A person came from each car. Some followed the postman to the backyard to move fodder, and some followed the postman to move firewood in the kitchen. It seemed that the tasks had been assigned long ago and there was no confusion.
There was actually not a lot of fodder in the backyard, and it was almost empty. We took it to the front yard, put it in front of the horses, and let them eat it. The drivers were still taking out a bag of bean cakes and sprinkling them on the grass. Then he held the reins quietly and watched the horse eat grass.
Several fires have been lit in the middle of the venue, and all kinds of food and various pots and pans from the inn have been brought out. There was a small river to the west of the inn, so everyone fetched water from the river, put it on the fire, and started cooking.
