Two rows of anti-horse stakes at the foot of the mountain blocked the road, and hundreds of Han troops were stationed here to carefully check the passers-by.
Their main job is to prevent the Chu army's scouts from infiltrating, prevent the Chu army from finding their own food and grass supply points, and protect the security of the rear. When a large enemy force was discovered, he quickly retreated to warn the main force so that senior officials could grasp the Chu army's movements.
There are very few merchants still walking on the road at this time. They are basically merchants in Huaiyin who are eager to leave. At this time, there will be no merchants rushing into this unknown and dangerous land with goods.
The soldiers of the Han army faithfully performed their duties, neither accepting bribes to relax inspections nor deliberately making things difficult to extort money, just because they were the troops of Liu Bei, the king of Han.
No one knew that there were several pairs of eyes staring at them closely on the lush mountains.
"Have you finished drawing the map?"
These people were all wearing the clothes of the Han army, but they were actually a scout team of the Chu army. Except for a middle-aged uncle, the others were all young people in their early twenties. One of the young people heard the words and replied softly.
"Shi Chang, the painting has been finished. Shall we withdraw?"
"Evacuate! We are getting closer and closer to Guangling Port. The breakout battle should begin soon. This is probably the last exploration of this time."
The middle-aged uncle nodded and slowly retreated with his soldiers.
As they left, several of the young men under him said angrily.
"Finally we don't have to run away anymore. Our Jiangdong Army is victorious in every battle and is always invincible. When has it ever suffered such a loss?"
"It's all Liu Bei's fault, he's treacherous, and the king just fell into his trap. Hateful!"
"This battle will definitely let Xu Han know how powerful our Chu country is!"
"Okay, stop talking. We are still within the control of the Han army."
The middle-aged uncle was very vigilant and quickly interrupted their conversation. Everyone descended from the other side of the mountain and took the remote path back.
But what everyone never expected was that just a mile after walking down such a remote trail, they suddenly ran into a hundred-man Han army at the corner.
Both sides were stunned, and the Han army on the opposite side spoke first.
"The moon and stars are sparse."
broken! The password has been changed today!
The middle-aged uncle froze, and cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck.
"run!"
The middle-aged uncle turned around and took the lead and ran off the way he came. That road was roughly leading to Xiaopei. This would only get further and further away from the large army, but he had no other choice at this time.
Seeing the ten people on the opposite side turn around and run away without saying a word, the Han army officer immediately reacted and shouted.
"It's a Chu army spy! Chase him!"
The soldiers' eyes lit up, and they never thought that they would get credit for being sent to patrol such remote trails.
"Catch the Chu army spies!"
This immediately turned into a life and death game of chasing each other.
It's not that the middle-aged uncle has never thought of escaping to the mountains, but they are not familiar with the mountains and forests in this area. Once driven deep into the mountains, even if they finally escape the pursuers, they are likely to be completely lost in the mountains and die of thirst or starvation, or become food in the mouths of wild beasts.
However, the result soon changed for the worse, and Han troops appeared on the road ahead again. I'm afraid they had escaped to the mountain before they knew it. The Han army on the other side was alerted by the shouts of the pursuers and detoured to the front of them from an unknown path.
All is over!
Everyone stopped and formed a circle to guard against the enemy.
Seeing that the Chu army had become a turtle in an urn, the Han army was not in a hurry. The officer leading it gasped and laughed.
"Run! Why don't you run?"
The middle-aged uncle spat, secretly thinking it was bad luck.
"It seems that we are here today. Brothers, are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
The middle-aged uncle glanced sideways. Everyone said this, but a few people's hands were trembling slightly.
They are no longer new soldiers. They have gone through many battlefields and survived.
They all have the courage to fight and fight for the country.
But who is not afraid of death?
This fear of death was real, but he also believed that the belief in their conversation just now was also real.
"Okay! If you surrender now, how can you go back to see your parents, wife and children?"
"Brothers, die for the king!"
Soldiers are soldiers, and the battlefield is their stage. People can risk their lives for their loved ones, fight for their close friends, their parents, and things they cherish, but soldiers will go crazy for the true king in their hearts!
"Death for the king!"
The Chu army shouted these words and raised their swords. Their eyes became fierce and firm, as if they had gained enough courage from these words.
咴儿咴儿~~
This is the neighing of a war horse!
The two sides who had not yet had time to fight couldn't help but follow the sound.
The sound came from behind the Han army on the road in the direction of Xiaopei. In the dim and cloudy sky, the white patch on the hillside is so conspicuous.
咴儿咴儿~~
The white war horse kicked up its front legs, standing upright, and the white phantom stopped abruptly. The god of war in white armor looked down at the battlefield and asked.
"Are the Chu army brothers being surrounded?"
One person and one rider?
The Han army was confused, but the Chu army's scouts were overjoyed.
It's Baima Yicong!
"It's General Zhao!"
The young soldier blurted out with admiration in his eyes.
Seeing that someone recognized him in surprise, Zhao Yun nodded to confirm the friend and foe.
"drive!"
Tuk-tuk-tuk~~
The war horses came galloping, their white shirts dancing in the wind.
"Kill! Kill them!"
The non-commissioned officers of the Han army gave the order, and the soldiers no longer hesitated and waved their swords and guns.
Unfortunately, on this stage, they are not the protagonists.
Zhao Yun brandished his spear and plunged into the Han army, just like a hurricane plowing a road.
Everyone could only see white phantoms, flashing silver light, and splashes of blood.
In the blink of an eye, a team of a hundred people was pierced by one person, leaving only a dozen corpses lying on the ground.
Tuk-tuk-tuk~~
There were roars in the distance, and a white cavalry on the hillside came into everyone's sight.
The bone-chilling chill engulfed the Han army, and endless fear crept into their hearts.
Zhao Yun immediately stopped in front of the middle-aged uncle and spoke affectionately.
"I am Zhao Zilong, the leading general of Baima Yicong. What is your name for this brother?"
