Before getting the exact news, Zhang Han would not just believe that Sima Xin or Dong Yi had surrendered.

Even if he really surrendered, he still needed to confirm it.

And if he had not surrendered, according to the time calculation, Sima Xin would have passed Jingxian by now, not far from Xingyang, right?

Therefore, the people who went to contact Sima Xin did not return to Gong County and go south, but went directly south. If there were no problems, they should be able to meet them in less than a day.

However, due to time issues, Zhang Han could not wait for the news today no matter what.

The next day, early morning.

Dozens of thousands of troops left the military camp openly and rushed in all directions.

Although there are thousands of people in each branch, people are terrified.

On the way, the soldiers looked around like ghosts entering the village, looking a little nervous.

"Old Suntou, do you think they will come?"

"That's right, Old Suntou, you know a lot, tell me, I'm so panicked!"

"Me too, my legs have been weak since I left the camp..."

A group of people set their sights on Lao Suntou, who was slightly older but the most capable.

In his early years, Lao Suntou was a counselor to a certain county magistrate, and he was well-informed. Later, when the county magistrate died of old age, Lao Suntou returned to his hometown to take care of himself.

It may sound unbelievable for a man in his forties to go home to take care of his old age, but in this era there are many.

A few years ago, the imperial court called for labor, and Lao Suntou was also in the queue.

How can a scholar-strategist do such menial work?

So he went to the county magistrate to argue with him, but when he didn't see anyone, he was tricked and sent directly to Lishan to repair the tomb on the grounds of resisting recruitment.

Otherwise, if this person were gold, he would shine wherever he goes.

After Lao Suntou arrived at Lishan, through his own operations, although he could not restore his identity and could not become an official, he became a second-in-command. He no longer had to do manual labor and assisted the officials who guarded them to lead this group of people.

It’s done.

Some time ago, they were so panicked by the guerrilla generals that they couldn't sleep at night and didn't even dare to close their eyes.

Later, the army tightened its defense and the situation became slightly better, but the guerrillas still harassed them frequently.

They once sent people out to pursue him, but the pursuers refused to fight back.

Those who came back said they were ambushed and tricked when they went out.

As a result, this guy was cut after running back. When everyone saw it, was it okay?

He finally came back after escaping death, but his head died without a sip of water?

Therefore, the people who were sent out to pursue them later surrendered directly even if they did not die. They would be beheaded anyway when they came back, so why bother.

"It should be fine!" Old Suntou said calmly.

"Old Suntou, can you still tell luck?"

"Tell me, how did you know nothing was wrong?"

The discussion among a group of people made Baijiang feel a little itchy. He couldn't help but urge: "If you know, tell me the reason. Don't make everyone feel uneasy."

"Hundred generals, it's actually very simple. There shouldn't be many people on the opposite side for a sneak attack. Today, the camp has sent over 10,000 troops, divided into dozens of different directions. There are thousands of people in each direction. There is still a possibility of being attacked. Just

Let's see which one of these dozens of thousands of people is unlucky..." Old Suntou said with a smile.

Such a simple truth still needs me to analyze it so thoroughly for you?

One by one, they don’t know what they need their brains for.

"Well, it makes sense. Their main force should be in the city, and there are only a few outside. It will be useless if one or two hundred people come. The most likely way is to gather four to five hundred people to attack a thousand people. Let's see who is the unlucky one.

Bad luck!" Bai Jiang nodded and said.

The next trip confirmed Lao Suntou's speculation. It was calm and peaceful, as if they were living on a planet with no human beings except them.

Not only did he not encounter any enemy troops sneaking up on him, he didn't even encounter any ordinary people.

After finally encountering a small village with dozens of households, the Thousand People Team quickly sent a few people over to investigate.

As a result, several soldiers who were so frightened that they were about to wet their pants turned around and expressed with tears on their faces that they did not want to go, until Qianren personally pulled the crossbow.

After roughly walking around the village, several soldiers who were about to pee their pants suddenly recovered from their prostates and ran back excitedly, shouting loudly that there was no one there.

Why are you having so much fun shouting with thousands of people?

But everyone didn't believe in this evil or that there was no one in the village, so they directly attacked with the whole army, and a very real Japs came into the village.

Just need to dig three feet into the ground...

"There's really no one?"

"There is no one, the bed is very dusty, no one has lived there for at least a month..."

Someone who didn't believe in evil went in and took a look, and found that it was indeed the case.

Of course, the beds these days are not the beds of later generations, and they are not even made of wood.

It is a solid bed that is similar in shape to a kang, but has not been hollowed out inside. It is not high, most are below the knees, and some are even lower.

It is made of soil, with some straw added for reinforcement. Over time, some places will become shiny, and some places will lose pieces of soil.

You don’t have to think about bedding or anything else, that’s something only rich people can do.

Ordinary people have just such a bed, with a thick layer of thatch spread on top, and then the thicker thatch is woven into a thick mat, and covered with a quilt.

If it's too cold in winter, add another one. If it gets colder, burn wood for heating.

Take off your clothes to sleep?

That is also what the rich do. Ordinary people never take off their clothes when sleeping. They feel cold and do nothing.

More than 90% of ordinary people have this set of equipment. For those who are a little richer, they sew it with linen and stuff it with straw, and the heating effect is slightly better.

Therefore, if your home has a few linen quilts, girls from all over the country will be looking forward to coming to your home to propose marriage.

After visiting several villages in succession, I found that the situation was still the same, as if this place was a relic left by ancient humans.

Thousands of people traveled for a day and gained nothing. Seeing the time getting later and later, no one dared to delay outside, so they all went home dejectedly.

At the same time, Zhang Liang, the military advisor in Aocang, also received the news.

Chen Ping is mainly responsible for Xingyang, while Zhang Liang is responsible for Aocang and other peripheral matters. This is determined based on the battlefield environment.

"It's interesting. It seems that the young master's prediction has come true. The Qin army, which is about to run out of food, has begun to become worse than a beast!" Zhang Liang smiled helplessly.

When Wang Buxu asked him and Chen Ping to work together to move out all the people fifty miles around Xingyang, he and Chen Ping strongly opposed it.

The people are not to be accommodated as you said. Let them stay in their own homes, and you can leave them alone with food, clothing, and housing.

But if you ask them to move out, not only do you have good food and housing, you must at least ensure that they have enough to eat and not starve to death.

Even though he had millions of stones, food and grass in his hands, he couldn't bear to spend so much.

But in the end, they couldn't defeat Wang Buxin, so they could only carry out the order reluctantly.

However, facts now tell them that this move is very effective, and at least it can speed up Zhang Han's army's defeat.

After helplessly laughing at himself, Zhang Liang felt that he should do something. Dozens of thousands-man troops were not something that guerrilla generals could deal with, nor could they send out the main force. At this time, Zhang Liang remembered Wang Buxu's words and concentrated his efforts.

Do big things.

"You mean, the people from Gong County stopped ten miles west of Xingyang Camp?" Zhang Liang asked.

"Yes, morale is very low, but there are people watching to prevent them from running around."
Chapter completed!