"Whoosh!"
A sharp arrow whizzed through the gap between the trees, and a barbarian fell down at the sound.
Before the archer could cheer, a very short sword shot through his throat.
"kill!"
The remaining four scouts ignored the mourning and turned around quickly. The four of them stood back to back and formed a circular formation.
"kill!"
The four scouts shouted in unison, and one of them pointed his sword into the sky, looking extremely fierce.
The barbarians walked rustling among the mountains and forests for a while, but in the end they did not surround them, but slowly retreated.
The scouts breathed a sigh of relief and silently dragged the dead body to a tree and marked it.
There was not enough time to bury him, so they could only close their companion's eyes and put him in a more comfortable position.
A scout said: "Die in this barren mountain, more than two thousand miles away from home, hey."
The leading scout licked his lips and grinned an ugly smile.
"Scouts are all dedicated to licking blood from the edge of a knife. I never thought about going back alive the day I came here. I just didn't expect that General Beifu would spend ten gold to buy our life. It's worth dying."
In this era, most of the so-called gold actually refers to copper, but for soldiers like them, ten gold is already an amount that is impossible to earn in more than ten lifetimes.
"The military advisor in white said that there are thousands of miles of fertile farmland in Jiaozhou, and the food can be cooked three times a year. If we fight there, we can be given the land."
"Earth!"
There was longing in the eyes of the leader. Their team was all from Nanyang County. There were hundreds of miles of fertile fields in Nanyang County, but there was no land for them anymore.
When they were young, Nanyang was one of the largest counties in the world. At that time, the land was in the hands of those families, but ordinary people still had the opportunity to live a difficult life and could always cook a bowl of porridge every day.
Later, Nanyang became a place where heroes competed for the throne. In a large county with millions of people, only hundreds of thousands of people were killed. It can be said that there are ten houses and nine empty houses.
Who would be willing to travel so far and sacrifice their life if they only had a mouthful of gruel to drink?
In troubled times, human lives are like dogs.
"I heard that General Zhang is from Yanmen, Bingzhou. I don't know where that is. He said it's eight thousand miles away from here."
Eight thousand miles.
How far is that?
Why did he come to this smoky place?
Several people looked towards the north.
There are so many green mountains that nothing can be seen.
"Don't think about it, just keep walking along the route."
The leader reminded everyone.
He took out a roll of parchment and looked at it for a while before he figured out the direction.
Six hundred scouts, each team of five people, each team has a piece of paper like this. In order to ensure that they, the illiterate people, can understand it, there are no words on the parchment, but patterns that are easy to understand.
These maps were drawn together with the best guides of the prefects of the four southern counties, and they are very accurate.
What's even more surprising is that each team was assigned a stone and a strange iron spoon.
Just find a flat place to put the stone, and then put the spoon on it. The tail of the spoon will point to the south, and it will definitely be correct.
With these two things, every team knows which way they should go, where to start and where to return.
The four-man scout team continued to move along the route assigned to them.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of horse hooves.
This is a dense forest, and those who can ride horses here are all masters of riding skills, and the speed of riding a horse is not faster than walking.
The leading scout waved his hand, and the four of them stopped and each found a big tree to take shelter.
A big black horse appeared in their sight, and sitting on it was a dark-skinned general, holding a spear in one hand and a bunch of things in the other.
The scouts looked intently and saw a chill behind them.
It turned out to be a bunch of bloody human heads, about seven or eight of them, strung together like pig heads.
One of them also wore a helmet on his head, which was obviously Cao Jun's style.
The leader looked back at the scouts, who were all arrogant and did not dare to express their anger. Apparently they all recognized that these people were exactly the people assigned to their patrol route.
It should be the first and second teams of Jihai.
All dead.
The leader was well-informed, and this black-faced general reminded him of a name.
Drinking to break bridges...
"drink!"
An explosion broke his train of thought, and the black-faced general suddenly looked over and opened his mouth to shout.
The leader held back and did not move, but the other three people each moved.
"not good!"
Before he could react, the black war horse had sprung out like an arrow.
The spear was raised and inserted into a tree with a "snap".
A scout who was hiding behind a tree was stabbed, blood pouring out of his chest.
With another "crack", the black-faced general seemed to have great strength and pulled the spear out of the tree.
He laughed loudly and said: "Zhang Yide from Yan is waiting here. Zhang Wenyuan, you sent these kittens and puppies to die, die!"
The leader's idea was confirmed and he quickly shouted: "Run!"
Before he could shout, the other two people who were still alive were already running away.
However, Zhang Fei's horse was in the jungle as if it were on the plains. He caught up with him in a few steps, raised his spear, and killed one person. Then he dropped his spear and stabbed one person to death.
When the leader looked back, Zhang Fei no longer had his spear, but his left hand was still holding the heads, with blood still dripping from them.
The leader quickened his pace, panting heavily, and ran out as fast as he could in his life.
He could feel that Zhang Fei was still chasing him, but the death of his companion slowed down Zhang Fei's pace.
He ran towards the densest part of the forest, because that was the least conducive place for horses to travel.
However, when he turned a hillside, he suddenly stopped.
A big man in green clothes, holding a long knife, is waiting here.
The big man in green squinted his eyes, looking at him as if he were looking at an ant.
Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang.
The scout leader's heart was pounding, and a bold idea appeared in his mind.
Their group and Dinghai's group found Liu Bei's base camp.
The military advisor in white said that anyone who finds Liu Bei's base camp will be rewarded with a hundred gold.
The scout leader didn't care about the hundred gold reward, he wanted to take the news back.
But he couldn't take the bounty, the pension, the news, or the unseen land back with him.
A spear penetrated his heart from behind.
At the last moment of his life, what he heard was Guan Yu sighing.
"Why bother?"
The general who killed his whole life said so.
…
In the military camp, the lights flickered.
"One group and two groups are Jihai, one group is Dinghai, and one group is Binghai..."
Zhuge Liang sketched on the map with a solemn expression. Every time he read a name, he would put a cross.
Each cross sign means that five outstanding scouts will never come back.
It was he who personally sent these people to die. He comforted himself in his heart. Ten gold for a head was an extremely important gift to these poor people who were licking blood from the knife edge.
But he has been studying since he was a child, so how could he really not care about human life.
The reason why he did this was because he promised not to deal with Liu Bei, but he always met Liu Bei.
If he doesn't do something, he will be ashamed of his lord Cao Wu.
Therefore, he used a method that went against his own ideals in exchange for quickly finding Liu Bei's traces.
He did it.
In the early morning, six hundred scouts went out, but in the evening, less than four hundred came back. More than two hundred people died in the most brutal scout war, and countless news was brought back.
Six hundred scouts, one hundred and twenty groups, and a team of two soldiers plowed the ground to find the mountainous area where Liu Bei was most likely to be hiding.
He found it.
He used a pen to complete the crossed out map.
Binghai and Jihai are false moves. The other party either intentionally or intentionally kills more people.
Only Ding Hai's group, the location of their team is the real bull's-eye.
Liu Bei's camp is right there!
"Somebody come!"
Zhuge Liang shouted.
The one-armed Zhang Xia opened the curtain and came in, calling Mr.
"Please inform the lord and prepare three thousand gold coins to reward the dead scouts."
Zhang Xia nodded and was about to leave.
Zhuge Liang slapped his forehead and said: "Ding Hai and his team will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins!"
"Here!"
Zhang Xia didn't even ask why for three thousand gold, a figure that was painful for a wealthy family. Cao Wu asked him to listen to Zhuge Liang, so he listened to Zhuge Liang.
He left the camp, got on his horse, and went north to report to Cao Wu.
Zhuge Liang stared outside where Zhang Xia had lifted the curtain. The starry sky was lonely and there was only the sound of patrolling soldiers walking around.
Zhuge Liang carefully rolled up the parchment full of paintings, got up and came to Lu Xun's camp.
Lu Xun didn't sleep either. He seemed to have been waiting for Zhuge Liang's answer.
Zhuge Liang handed the parchment to Lu Xun and whispered, "Then I'll leave it to you."
What answered him was Lu Xun's shining eyes.
"Thank you!"
"Thank you!"
