The night sky is exposed with stars, and the quiet city wall is faintly in the blue color. The cicada pupa breaks out of the soil, slowly climbs up the tree stalk, breaks into the cicada bit by bit, stretches out its wings, the night has faded, the bright sunshine shines, and the shade sways clearly on the road in the distance. While it makes the first sound in this world, the flags float in the wind.

Yunzhong is a border county. Since King Wuling of Zhao established the county here, most of the local people have been brave and brave. When the Hulu invaded the south, they will strive to defend their homes. Only when they are powerless will they hide in the surrounding cities to participate in the defense of the city.

The surrounding villages saw more than 7,000 soldiers passing by. They bravely walked to the village entrance and watched the banner with the words Han and Gongsun written on it. Yunzhong hung in the north for a long time. Since Emperor Ling's death, few troops have passed by here. In the marching team, scouts were ordinary comings and goings. On the horse's back, Zhang Yang, who was forced to participate in the conquest, looked at the city wall that had already appeared at the end of his vision, and was a little excited. He had not returned to his hometown for many years.

"After taking Yunzhong County, Uncle Zhi may be able to confirm the position of prefect." After the half-month march, Qianzhao was already quite familiar with the other party. He rode a horse and walked side by side with his eyes, looking at the outline over there, with a smile on his face: "Huaxiong, Gao Sheng has taken Dingran, Gongsun Yue and Zou Dan's soldiers took Dai County without bloodshed, and the only thing left is Yunzhong, and he has to work harder."

Zhang Yang looked at the smile on his face next to him in silence. After a while the horse hooves were moving, he finally said: "Let the general... If you believe in Uncle Guo Zhi, please let me go to the city. If you can persuade the prefect of the city to surrender, the blood of the soldiers will not have to infringe on the earth in vain."

His words paused, squeezed the reins tightly, and his eyes moved to the other side of the city again. Then he smiled and his voice lowered: "Governor Gongsun's decisive methods and never forgives others easily. I guess this is the reason why he did not kill me."

Perhaps when Zhang Yang said these words, Qian Zhao had some guesses in his mind. When he said it thoroughly, he would no longer continue to talk. If the prefect of Yunzhong County really did not know how to live or die, it would not be difficult to attack a city that had been disrepaired by more than 7,000 people under his command.

"Well, since Uncle Zhi already has a stomachache in his heart, he won't talk too much." He took a deep breath and looked at the bright sky light. The cicadas were squeaking... "But it's useless to just say it, and you have to put on a threatening posture of being at the city."

Immediately, Tongzhao raised his hand: "I ordered the Hou camp to go to the camp thirty miles away from Yunzhong, and the cavalry followed me to escort the prefect Zhang into the city." Then, he turned his gaze, "Time is tight, how about I go to the city first to test it?"

"Okay, I'll enter the city first." Zhang Yang bowed his hand, whipped it, and shouted loudly: "Go"

The war horse galloped.

Around the surroundings, the 1,500 Black Mountain Cavalry led and found, and they began to speed up. Everyone waved the soldiers and shouted loudly. The team formed a long dragon and rushed out, running faster and faster. The ground trembled and roared and rolled up smoke and dust, making a threatening gesture towards the Yunzhong City ahead. Soon after, the cavalry was found on the city wall. The messenger rushed down the city with the news and ran towards the government office. Half an hour later, officials and generals rushed up the city wall. In the morning skylight, cavalry figures rushed over, listing their formations, and the infantry brigades from afar, flags flew, constantly replenishing in and spreading.

Soon, a cavalry went out alone to speed under the city wall and shouted upwards: "I am Zhang Yang, Uncle Zhang Zhi, and I want to see the prefect of Yunzhong."

"Uncle Zhang Zhi...isn't he Shangdang... Why did he bring his troops back?"

"Do you want to seize the city?"

"...Don't guess randomly. Zhang Yang has always been loyal and righteous, and will not come for no reason. Since he rode alone to meet him, you might as well let him enter the city and hear what he was going to say." Someone suggested.

With a slight whisper, he finally opened a gap in the city gate and put Zhang Yang, who was riding alone, in... Qianzhao looked at the figure entering the city, waved his hand and sent warning instructions one after another, and the formation was thunderous.

Essence wolf smoke.

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Our vision extends westward, which is the magnificent and magnificent Yinshan. The beasts are running in the forest, suddenly stepping on the empty foot and falling leaves fall into the trap. A hunter in the distance chases from behind excitedly, and smiles at the prey captured in the hole. When he wipes sweat, the wind blows in from the forest, and there is a faint sound. He leans over, spreads the grass and looks at the mountain opposite, his pupils shrink, and something reflects the sunlight and shines into his eyes.

Among the narrow mountain roads, there are long snakes circling in the mountains. Short eagle flags are hung with nameplates, neatly held high in the hand of the moving flag bearer. The number of nameplates on them is slightly different. It basically represents the title or number of each team. Countless steps are swaying across the ground, winding along the road south, pointing directly to Wuyuan City at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, to the south.

The eagle flew over the mountain stream, and the black shadows brushed through the rows of scales and spear-carved cavalry wearing masks behind the mountain road. Further backwards, a figure riding a brown-yellow war horse raised his hand to cover the sunlight. He looked at the black shadow flying by the sky and put down his hands. His skin was whiter and rough, his beard was cleanly scraped off, his eyes were deep and high nose, his upper body only had short arms and chest plaques, and his white robe was covered with his body. His figure looked quite burly and wide.

A messenger ran up ahead, stretched his right hand and saluted his palm down, probably conveying the news ahead. Soon, the general on the horse's back nodded and asked him to leave, hooked his fingers, opened his dry lips lightly, and ordered in a language that belonged only to them: "The village of the Easterners was found in front of him, and he might get supplies there, and send someone to try to communicate."

The trumpeter blew the horns.

"Where did the army come from...the army..." The hunter was so scared that he shrank, and then ran back with Luffy, who had been sent to the scout station in nearby Wuyuan.

Shortly after he left, a team of about eight Romans had already left Yinshan and headed to a village at the foot of the mountain. At this time, noon passed, most of the villagers were busy in the fields, and some people did not notice that the foreign soldiers entered the village. Another part saw something wrong, ran back from the fields and shouted at the other party, chasing them.

The soldiers who entered the village looked at the buildings in the village, which was probably a bit strange. Then they went to a private house and knocked them. After a while, the white-haired old man came out with a wooden stick tremblingly, looking at the burlap clothes, exposing his thighs, wearing a pair of leather sandals, squinted his turbid eyes, lifting the wooden stick and trying to hit him: "Get out of the village... foreigners are not welcome here."

The soldier took a step back, let the wooden sticks he had beaten, and laughed and muttered to his companions beside him, pointing to the opposite side, and gestured to compare height. Then the other seven people laughed, but they had no intention of taking action.

The old man couldn't understand what they were saying, but he could probably hear the mockery from the other party's laughter. His wrinkled face climbed up with anger. The wooden stick slammed on the ground and shouted hoarsely at them: "Get out of the brown slave, think about the Xianbei people invading the south back then, I killed several people in my hand. If I stayed, I will beat you to death..."

The laughing Roman soldiers were stunned for a moment, but when they saw the old man's excited appearance, they laughed for a while, shook their heads and turned around and left, and went to another house. Some women in the village were feeding a few poultry when they suddenly saw eight strange figures coming over. They were so scared that they quickly fled into the house with the children playing next to them and closed the door.

The Roman soldiers frowned, one of them pointed at a few poultry pecking on the ground not far away. They marched for a long distance. When there was not enough food, they had not yet eaten the meat for half a month. At this time, everyone swallowed, looked at each other, and then rushed up, flapping the chickens' wings and running around.

Behind them, the old man came over with a wooden stick in peace. When he saw the eight aliens chasing him, he quickly stepped over, waved the wooden stick and smashed it on one of them, and beat the other person with his head in his arms and staggered forward a few steps.

"These are the lifeblood of the old Li family. You dogs are taking our lives! I'm fighting with you." The stubborn old man shouted and waved his stick. The rest of the people over there rushed over to push away the old man on the east. In the chaos, the white-haired figure slammed against the wall, and his forehead was bleeding, so he crawled on the ground and stopped moving.

In the room next to him, a woman threw through the gap in the window and saw this scene. She screamed in horror: "Murder! Foreigners are coming."

Several neighbors nearby also poked their heads out and then retracted. Someone rushed out with wooden sticks from their homes and shouted loudly. Nearly half of the villages were alarmed, and dozens of people ran out of their houses and rushed towards the dead.

Amid the screams, the eight Roman soldiers saw that something was wrong, and quickly ran out of the village. However, they had seen the men who had entered the village in the fields before. More than ten people were intertwined. When they heard a voice in the village calling "killing", they fucked the hoe angrily, and the sickle hit the other party.

The eight people drew out their short swords to form a formation, and then... Seventy or eighty figures rushed over in a swarm, smashing and smashing them all over. After a while, the resisting body screamed a few times. After falling down, two people broke through and ran out.
Chapter completed!