Baizhan Mountain.
This mountain range is very long, stretching horizontally for more than a hundred miles, which is why it curves so far on a normal road.
However, the mountain is not steep and there are no cliffs. Although it is densely forested, it is possible to walk on foot.
Since he wanted to shorten the distance as much as possible, Wang He naturally found a place with the lowest mountain and the most suitable place for marching.
At present, more than 4,000 Qin troops are at the foot of the mountain.
After putting away the map, Wang He raised his eyes and looked at the mountains, "Just pass through here."
"The mountains here are indeed the lowest and easiest to march, but it looks like it's filled with mist." A captain said instinctively.
"It's just some mountain fog, it doesn't matter." Wang He didn't pay much attention, and waved his hand after saying: "Let's go!"
Following his order, more than 4,000 Qin soldiers began to enter Baizhang Mountain.
At the beginning, the march was very smooth near the foot of the mountain. Although there were some branches and thorns, the sword could quickly open up a path.
After a while, everyone passed through a mist area, and the woods in front became more and more lush.
"Why do I feel that this fog is a bit strange?" Wang He paused for a moment.
"Yes, General, we have only been walking for a long time, but I feel exhausted." A captain looked a little unhappy.
They are all soldiers and generals. Normally, it is impossible for this situation to happen after they have only walked a short distance.
Wang He noticed something was wrong. He looked around and saw that the soldiers were all like this. His heart tightened and he said, "No, there may be something wrong with the fog."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of weapons falling to the ground, and then, the soldiers of the Qin army began to fall to the ground one after another.
"General..." The same was true for the commander beside him. He wanted to say something, but his body stumbled and he fell down.
ah? Wang He's face changed drastically. In fact, he was the same. He could hardly hold on any longer, but he still tried his best to shout: "Don't even sleep! Cheer up..."
But under the miasma and natural poisonous fog, everyone was eroded by the fog. The world was spinning for a while, and he also passed out.
He didn't know how long it took, but he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a wooden room similar to a village building.
In the room, there was also a girl tinkering with herbs in a stone medicine jar.
With an instinctive groan of pain, Wang He forced himself to sit up from the bed.
Seeing that he woke up, the girl also stopped what she was doing, stood up and said, "Are you awake?"
She looks very delicate, wearing a nice hat, earrings, skirt, and an ethnic minority dress.
Under the smile, the girl's eyebrows were like crescent moons.
Wang He's mind was still a little groggy. Thinking of the past, his heart tightened, "My brothers, where are my brothers?"
This was his first reaction. The girl comforted him: "Don't worry, they are all fine."
Hearing this, Wang He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully looked at the surrounding environment, and finally set his sights on the girl: "Girl, where is this?"
"This is the Yi tribe."
Before the girl could reply, a male voice came from outside the door, and then, a young man stepped in, dressed in the same ethnic minority style, with a delicate scimitar hanging from his waist.
"Brother." When she saw the young man, the girl's face lit up and she came close to her.
"Yes." The young man first nodded towards the girl, then looked at Wang He and said, "If my sister hadn't gone into the mountains to collect herbs today and found you, you would have been sleeping all the time."
"Ah?" Wang He was frightened for a while and couldn't help but said: "That Baizhang Mountain..."
"To enter Baizhang Mountain, you have to hold special grass blades in your mouth. Otherwise, the miasma and poisonous mist inside will make people comatose." The young man explained.
It turns out that this is the case. Wang He suddenly realized that he also hurriedly saluted: "If there is no help from the Yi clan this time, we will be in danger. If you don't say thank you for the great kindness, you will be rewarded in the future."
The Yi people are an ethnic group distributed in the Xirong area, but they are closer to the Central Plains culture than the Di Qiang, so there is no problem in language communication.
There are not many of their tribesmen, including men, women, old and young, with a total number of about thirty to forty thousand. They are gentle in nature and never participate in any fights.
To put it bluntly, they are a tribe that loves life and tends to be kind.
Seeing Wang He salute you, the young man said indifferently: "Don't say anything about repaying me. If it weren't for my sister's kindness and soft heart, I would not bother to pay attention unless I mobilized my tribe to save you."
"Haha, no matter what, I will remember the grace of saving my life." Wang He laughed dryly and couldn't help but glance at the girl. His mental state seemed to be much better.
After saying that, he was still a little worried and said: "By the way, my brothers..."
"The situation is similar to yours, so don't worry too much." The young man interrupted him and changed the topic: "If that's right, you are all Qin soldiers, right?"
When it comes to this, Wang He is a little wary. After all, this is the territory of Xirong, and now his own soldiers are all lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
But then I thought about it, if the Yi people want to cause trouble, why bother to go through so much trouble to rescue themselves.
Thinking of this, he nodded: "Yes."
The young man said: "Your fight with the King of Xirong has nothing to do with the Yi tribe. What happened at Baizhang Mountain was also out of the instinct to save people. The Yi tribe does not need any repayment. We only hope that the Qin State will not harm our people. You should cultivate yourself well." Yes, just leave here quickly."
Wang He was about to say something, but the young man turned around and left.
"Brother." The girl called out and prepared to follow her brother, but behind her, Wang He groaned in pain as he tried to push himself up.
The girl had no choice but to turn back and support him by the bedside: "Don't worry, this kind of poisonous mist will take two or three days to regain strength."
"Yes, but in two or three days..." Wang He was worried about the military situation, but could not say anything to the girl. In the end, he could only force a smile and said sincerely: "Thank you very much, girl."
"You're welcome." The girl was very lively: "You can rest in peace and recuperate first. In fact, I also hope that you can defeat the King of Xirong. Those guys from Bairong will rob us of the cattle and sheep we have worked hard to graze every year. We I had no other choice, so I hid in the Baizhang Mountain area."
"Don't worry, young lady, I will never forget the kindness of the Yi clan and will report it to my king truthfully." Wang He said.
"Prince Qin? I heard that he is a tyrant." The girl said, and smiled again: "Okay, you can rest peacefully, I will get you some food."
Fighting in a foreign land, Wang He acted rashly without understanding the geographical environment, and almost lost the lives of more than 4,000 soldiers in vain. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to be saved by the Yi tribe.
Two days later, Su Yi's troops.
"Commander Su, there was suddenly no news from General Wang He and he disappeared." A Snow Clan spy said.
"What? Disappeared?"
Su Yi frowned, but now that the war was ahead, he couldn't care so much, "Where is the Xirong Army now?"
"It's less than thirty miles away from my camp."
"Okay, everything goes according to plan!"
