Chongyi's summer this year is even weirder than in previous years.
Either there will be continuous heavy rains and swamps everywhere, or it will be exposed to the sun for days, just like now.
The sky is clear with no clouds, and is as clear as water. Flowers are interspersed along the official roads and wild paths, embellishing the sea-green mountains and fields with beauty.
Song Erlang led a group of nearly two hundred people from Zheng Bei's army, bypassing a small mountain and heading north.
He was not familiar with the terrain here, and he did not trust these Zhaoyun soldiers, so he sent his own scouts to explore the road. After reporting back, he briefly sketched it in his marching log.
After walking for a while, I stopped and drew again. Although the speed was slow, I already had a general understanding of the topography and mountains in this area.
The sun was shining fiercely, making it difficult to paint on horseback. Song Erlang's entire back was arched as he drew with his brush.
The soldiers were also sitting on their horses, sweating profusely, but no one raised their hands to wipe the sweat.
There is a large lake next to it. You can stop to rest and wash your face with some water, but Song Erlang did not give any orders.
There can be no laxity, not only in terms of guarding against the environment, but also in the will and fighting spirit of everyone.
This area is really too big. The plains in front are fine, but as you go deeper into the mountains, there are all dangerous mountains and deep valleys.
After writing a few more notes in the marching journal, another scout came back: "General, a thief has been found ahead!"
Song Erlang's eyes brightened for a moment, and he raised his head: "How many people are there, what are they doing, where are they, and what is the terrain like?"
"More than a hundred people are resting and eating food. Three miles northwest, the terrain is long and narrow and can be attacked by fire."
The meaning of fire attack is not really to encourage Song Erlang to attack with fire, but to intuitively describe the terrain, which means that the surrounding area is narrow, there is little or no water, and once a fire breaks out, there is no way out.
On the battlefield, you race against time, and concise words are forged by countless battles, large and small.
It is very easy to judge whether to fight or not.
Song Erlang put away his pen and paper and said in a deep voice: "Let's go and have a look!"
I'm not in a hurry to take action, because this strange thing is like a ghost.
In a few days, there will be an army coming up from the south. This is what Qin Sanlang's father specially arranged for him.
The number of the army is not known yet, but it will not be his pitiful 500 people.
Because there are troops stationed on Panyun Road and it has been raining heavily in the mountains, I want to know why these horse thieves have been active recently.
The various horse thieves gangs are not on good terms with each other. I heard that there was a firefight in Shiqiao County not long ago.
So, how could there be a hundred lone people resting there? It’s such an easy-to-find terrain at first glance.
I don’t know if it was a design to lure them or other horse thieves.
Xia Zhaoyi carried his baggage and drove for a long time. Following the horseshoes, he finally saw the ownerless horse in front of him.
The horse grazed slowly by the water, apparently forgetting the pain in its buttocks.
Xia Zhaoyi stopped and looked at its pert buttocks, suddenly regretting that she had dealt so hard.
Horses are spiritual, but I don’t know if they recognize their master or hold grudges.
However, this horse is not a good horse, so its spirituality should be weak.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't know much about horses, so she could only comfort herself with this thought.
And it seems that this horse has a quite gentle temperament.
After thinking about it, she walked forward. When she was almost close, she picked a handful of grass and stretched her little hands high to feed it to its mouth.
The horse turned his head away in disgust.
Well.
Xia Zhaoyi walked over and raised the handful of grass again: "My hands are short and I can't hold it for long. You come and eat it."
How could the horse understand her?
Xia Zhaoyi looked at its hooves and estimated the probability of being kicked away, as well as the positioning needed to avoid it in time.
Then she carefully reached out her hand and stroked the horse's neck.
The horse felt nothing and continued to eat its grass and drink its water.
"You see, we are destined to be together. Although I followed your footsteps, I am actually going my own way. I was going this way." Xia Zhaoyi touched it again.
His little hands were cold, and it was a little itchy when he rubbed them against the horse. The horse looked back.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled at it.
Unexpectedly, the horse still refused to pay, turned around, and walked slowly to the other side.
"You..." Xia Zhaoyi was depressed.
However, she was not frustrated and continued to follow without mercy.
One man and one horse kept grinding along. After walking for half a mile, Xia Zhaoyi's expression suddenly tightened and he looked up to the west.
There are birds flying in the forest. Although there are not many, they are flying in patches, from far to near.
somebody is coming.
She patted the horse's neck with some regret, turned around and headed towards the jungle on the other side.
The horse, no longer bothered by anyone, looked back in confusion, then followed up quietly.
Xia Zhaoyi turned to look at it, smiled suddenly, and reached out to hold its reins: "Let's go!"
Across the small lake, Song Erlang and his men had just arrived. When they looked up, they saw the back of a girl holding a horse in front of the forest.
"Ah Li?" Song Erlang whispered.
It's really her.
The clothes on his body were changed, and he became more energetic. His hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands were hanging under the bun.
Why is this little girl here?
Thinking of the descriptions of Aunt Feng and Yu Ma, especially the words from Qian Qianqian's mouth, Song Erlang became more and more curious.
Many people also saw it.
The scout next to him was surprised: "Girl?"
Song Erlang looked at the two soldiers behind him: "You two go to follow her. It's best to call her back. What is it like for a little girl to wander outside?"
"Wandering..." said a soldier.
Is it appropriate to describe a girl?
Song Erlang had pulled the reins of his horse and said to the scout: "Go on, let's go."
"yes!"
Xia Zhaoyi had already noticed something moving behind him, so he quickly hid in and tied his horse under the tree.
She climbed up a tall tree on the other side and hid at the top.
Through the layers of green leaves, she stared at the horse below, her ears raised high.
Soon, I heard the sound of horse hooves coming from below me.
It seems that someone has really discovered it.
She frowned slightly and looked at the horse with some regret.
"Be careful, there may be an ambush." A male voice said.
"Um."
The two soldiers held their spears tightly and walked toward the inside with their horses under their crotches. Their faces were serious and they were serious.
Xia Zhaoyi changed her angle and hid herself more secretly.
"Only horses," the male voice from before said.
The soldier got off his horse and reached out to untie the horse's reins.
Seeing the armor he was wearing and the spear he was holding, Xia Zhaoyi was stunned. Something in his chest seemed to boil instantly, surging violently, surging into his limbs and bones, igniting a soup of hot blood.
She tried hard to suppress her emotions and didn't show any emotions.
It wasn't until she saw the war horse following the soldier that she could finally confirm it.
Dawan horses are horses that even horse thieves cannot snatch.
