When Zhong Yue opened his eyes again, the sound of drums sounded in his ears. He turned over and sat up, and found that his body was numb from the dry hard soil. He moved around and felt relieved.
He wiped his hands on his face and covered his eyes. Stand up and walk into the tent.
In the big tent, the swaying diners were also sorting themselves out one by one. Lord Xinling didn't know whether he hadn't slept or had woken up early. He sat at attention beside the tables and watched the diners get up.
The postmen in the side tent also came over, including Zheng Anping.
All the chaos in the tent ended quickly, and the strict atmosphere of the tent was soon restored: Lord Xinling sat in the center of the tent, and the warriors were arranged on both sides. When Mang Mao and Jin Bi entered the tent, they saw this scene.
When Lord Xinling saw Mang Mao and Jin Bi coming in, he stood up and walked out of the tent. Mang Mao and Jin Bi followed behind him, followed by a group of retainers and warriors. They walked out of the big tent, stood at the entrance of the tent, and watched each battalion line up in front of the camp. Later, Zhang Ye came over with a group of retainer warriors who were resting elsewhere.
Mang Mao and Jin Bi, together with Zhang Yu and other disciples, saluted Lord Xinling. After Lord Xinling returned the salute, they left the camp and headed to the rear camp.
When the drums died down and two horns were blown, Lord Xinling stood up and walked slowly out of the tent, followed by the retainers and postmen. It was still dark, but the countless torches held high in the army illuminated the sky brightly.
Outside the big tent, groups of soldiers lined up solemnly, and then left the camp in order. Lord Xinling said nothing, remained motionless, and watched all of this quietly, his eyes seeming to sparkle.
A team is made into a team, a team is made up of a team. After the five formations were formed, the battalion commander reported to the principal: "The formation of the middle battalion has been completed. Please give me your order!"
The school leader looked at Lord Xinling, who nodded slightly, and the school leader said: "The battalion's front line formation!"
The camp commander saluted and went back to tell the positions of each team. Four flag cars drove out of the camp gate and lined up at the four corners, followed by two soldiers with crossbows and arrows, lining up in front of the formation. Then came the other troops, who came out of the camp one by one and stood in their respective positions. Then there are the flag and drum cars of each team and the flag and drum cars of the battalion.
Not long after, two military envoys drove over one after another, reporting that the five battalions on the left and right had all formed up. Lord Xinling boarded the chariot, and Erhei, holding an ax and ax, stood on the right side of the chariot, followed by a flag and drum chariot, saying: "Patrol!" The two envoys galloped away, shouting as they galloped: "General, patrol! General patrols!"
Seeing the two envoys galloping away, Lord Xinling said to the driver Xia Hou: "Start!"
Xiahou shook the reins lightly, and the chariot started, accelerating slowly and then into a fast pace after leaving the camp gate.
The chariots passed in front of the soldiers' formation, and the soldiers responded by shouting and banging their weapon poles against the ground. The chariot then turned to the rear camp. Under the guidance of the leaders, the civilian soldiers also shouted loudly, hit the ground hard, and even stamped their feet. Although it is not as neat as the soldiers in the formation, the momentum is still greater.
Galloping around the tenth camp of the rear army, Lord Xinling always looked dignified and motionless like a sculpture, leaving only the sergeants with a steep figure and a fluttering robe.
When Lord Xinling returned to the front camp and came to the flag and drum carriage, everything was quiet again, but his heart was racing, as if a storm was about to come. Lord Xinling was quiet for a moment and then gently ordered: "Beat the drum!"
The school captain standing on the flag and drum car picked up the drum and pestle and beat the drum vigorously. A deafening drum beat sounded, and the flag and drum car drove towards the formation. Then, the flags in the camp were waved, and each team moved forward, with Lord Xinling's chariot trailing behind, followed by a small group of retainers, post soldiers and several military express vehicles.
Not long after, the sound of the rear military drum also sounded. Then there was the sound of footsteps and the "squeak" of chariots.
After leaving the camp, the drumming gradually died down, and only the patter of footsteps and the creak of chariots still circulated in the air.
Zheng Anping, who was following Lord Xinling's car, thought silently: "We are about to attack the city." He had been to the city in person and knew how short and weak the walls of that city were. He believed that with one climb, he could break into the city and kill all the people in the city. But he couldn't feel any relief in his heart. On the contrary, he seemed to feel a little sad for the fate of this city: this city actually did not offend any force, it was just on the main road, so it was destroyed; the people in the city did not know whether they were dead or not. Why die.
Suddenly, the sound of sheng and Xiao came from a distance. It was unclear at first, but soon the sound of marching penetrated and reached Zheng Anping's ears.
"It sounds like the sound of a funeral..." Zheng Anping thought doubtfully, "At this time of year, who wouldn't open their eyes to a funeral? It's so easy to die!"
Awed by military discipline, he did not dare to look back. He only glanced around with his peripheral vision. Everyone seemed to have doubts on their faces, but they continued to move forward without stopping.
Not long after, a soldier with a post came running over: "The city lord is coming to surrender!"
Lord Xinling waved his hand, and the small team composed of diners stopped, then walked out of the queue and lined up on the side of the road. Lord Xinling asked: "Where is the city lord? Who is the envoy?"
"The Prime Minister of the City is here to inform you that the Lord of the City has left the city ten miles away."
"Bring it here!"
Soon, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar limped behind the post soldier and hurriedly came. When he arrived in front of the military formation, he straightened his clothes slightly, raised a chicken in his hand, and said loudly with standard military etiquette: "The Lord of Xiaoyi has long admired General Liang of the great country, and has no reason to meet. Now I invite you to see me by the order of Lord Zhao."
At Lord Xinling's signal, Zhong Yue and Zhang Noi stepped forward. Zhang Ye said: "General Daliang said: I am not talented and it is an insult to Lord Zhao to invite you. Please give me your orders to Lord Zhao. I will listen respectfully!"
The middle-aged envoy said: "Zhao Junyan said that the lord of Xiaoyi was rebellious and went on an expedition against the great country. The crime cannot be punished. The lord of Xiaoyi knew the crime, tied his face with a jade in his hand, and waited by the side of the road to deal with the crime. He only obeyed the general's orders and did not dare to say anything."
Zhang He said: "The city lord secretly sent assassins to plot evil, what is his intention!"
The middle-aged envoy said: "Ji Jun of Xiaoyi offended the general, and the master of Xiaoyi did not teach him well. He has no excuse and is willing to redeem himself."
Zhong Yue said: "How did Mr. Zhao know about the Lord of Xiaoyi?"
The middle-aged envoy said: "This matter cannot be explained by outsiders. I have Zhao Jun's jade pendant to prove it." He took off a jade pendant from his belt. Zhang Ye took it and looked at it carefully with Zhong Yue. It was a set of warm and white jade pendants. There were more than ten pieces in total. They were definitely not owned by ordinary people.
Zhong Yue handed the jade pendant back to the envoy and said: "I dare not disobey King Zhao's order. However, if the army is launched, it cannot be stopped by human power. Please ask the city lord to evacuate all the good and bad people in the city and hoist the lowering flag on the city to avoid being massacred." Seeing that the envoy seemed to have something to say, he added: "We only have one hour to attack the city at sunrise. By then, everything will be destroyed, and it will be too late to regret!"
The middle-aged envoy said: "A city of good and bad people is like a thousand people, and they can't even pack a bag in an hour. I hope you will have some mercy!"
Zhong Yue said: "Life is still at stake. Don't take anything with you and get out of the city quickly!... The general is kind-hearted and will never refuse to save you. He will always leave you a way to survive."
The middle-aged envoy didn't take advantage of the conversation and limped away again.
