Two hundred and fifty-six chapters of the royal family
"Hey, what's the noise?"
At the gate of Lingxue Temple, a monk on night duty turned to look at the east wall. He seemed to have heard a sound coming from that side just now.
Don't dare to be careless. There are distinguished guests in the temple tonight. If some thieves really get into the temple and touch the nobles, the reputation of Lingxue Temple will be ruined.
Of the four on-duty monks, two stayed at their original positions, two carried lanterns, and the whistle sticks in the hands of the four were lifted. The two carrying lanterns quickly ran towards the east courtyard wall.
But when the two men ran to the place with lanterns in hand, Zhu Biao's figure had disappeared and flew twenty or thirty feet away.
It's early morning again. The shouts of boatmen can be heard on the Luoming River. As soon as it gets light, they will start preparing, carrying goods and meals. When it gets dark, they will set off in time.
The situation is the same here in Zhu Biao. All the soldiers and horses must be transported across the river before sunset today, and the deadline will be at dusk tomorrow.
If he doesn't show up after that, he will be punished with a slap in the face, or he will lose his official position and resign. Zhu Biao is not willing to choose either of these two endings.
"Young Master" The sky was getting brighter, and Zhou Yunfei also rushed to the riverside at midnight.
When the army left camp yesterday, Yao Jie and Song Yingzhu could no longer stay in the palace. Zhu Biao prepared a carriage, and they separated from the army halfway and entered a small manor on the outskirts of the royal capital.
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Zhu Biao spent a total of 70,000 taels of silver to get the small village with only 300 acres of land. Including the up and down management, he also spent a handful of taels.
This was originally a hiding place that Zhu Biao found for Zhu Hong and his gang of private soldiers, but later Zhu Hong's tribe had a better place to go, so it has been empty. Except for the change of a village head, the previous village head was the owner of the house.
A domestic slave, now that the master’s family has bought a field, his family has followed the master’s family back, and everything in the small manor has not changed. When Yao Jie came out, she didn’t know that Zhu Biao had already divorced her in front of Zhu Liu.
But now she doesn't need Zhu Biao to tell her what's going on. If she can't get rid of Song Yingzhu, she won't be free.
With Zhou Yunfei helping to take care of it, Zhu Hong sent another group of soldiers and they quickly settled down. Zhou Yunfei hurried back this morning.
Shan Yuping met, Yao Jie, and Song Yingzhu were settled, and Zhu Biao was relieved. After lunch, he took a boat across the Luoming River, and the army followed behind until the last load of rollers was carried off the ship.
, the sun in the west is already bright red.
"General, do you still want to set up camp?" Zhu Chaozong asked Zhu Biao hesitantly. After spending more than half a month with him, he felt that Zhu Biao was a very well-behaved person.
But the current problem is that there is really no need for their cavalry army to set up camp. Not only because the territory is still within the absolute control of the Han army, but also because the main branch of the army is cavalry, and the current march time is still very tight.
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Zhu Biao banged the horsewhip in his hand and shook his head gently. "No need, there is no need to defend this place, as long as manned guards are arranged at night." Although according to the report from Shaofeng, there was a place three or four miles away ahead.
There is an excellent place to go to camp, and it is very easy to go to camp. But now Zhu Biao sees that his department really does not need to rigidly implement the rule of "you must go to camp if you stay overnight".
You know, although everything in the Bodaoling camp requires "obeying the rules", Zhu Biao never laid down a wooden fence when he led three thousand horses westward into Luozhou.
In the several major battles that Zhu Biao experienced in Yandong, the Han army was a mixture of infantry and cavalry. Naturally, it was necessary to close the door and defend the home base. Entering Luozhou, that is, the battle of Huaiyuan, Zhu Biao relied on Huaiyuan County.
As for the battle, it was naturally the strongest camp. The subsequent battle at the mouth of the Beipan River was also a mixture of foot and cavalry, and because there was a chariot formation in hand, everything was very different from the current situation.
Zhu Biao's current situation is the same as when he marched westward to Luozhou. At that time, in Taichang County, the situation was only a little distance from the front line. He dared not go to camp at night, let alone the Luoming River bank.
, within the absolute control of the Han army, it is really strange that he would go down to camp.
The night was deep, and Zhu Biao was in the single marching tent, holding the book of war in his hand and continuing to study it. A while ago, he had spent all his time on internal strength, and the book of war was delayed again.
On the outside of the camp, four hundred of the most elite cavalry were intertwined to form a net, covering every inch of land within a radius of five miles. They all followed Zhu Biao from Lianping to Yuming.
of elite veterans.
At the same time, in the center of the camp, all three hundred of Zhu Biao's soldiers were waiting.
"Ka..." A dysprosium arrow shot through the clouds.
The oil lamp in the tent was still lighting up, but Zhu Biaoren had already slumped down on the mat. He didn't have to practice Qigong every night. He had been working hard for more than ten days, so he had to relax and relax these days.
But when the sharp sound of dysprosium arrows reached his ears, he opened his eyes instantly. He shook hands with long swords. He was not wearing any armor. He was only wearing a white robe. He got on his horse and picked up the whole body hanging on the victory hook.
With iron-pointed steel spears and loud roars, the three hundred horsemen galloped away in unison.
"Boy, keep your eyes open and don't look at who our young master is?"
"Which bandit are you? You have two big eyes. I will dig them out for you today to see if they are made of marbles..."
"Bullshit marbles are considered shit marbles if they are stretched to death..."
A group of thirty or forty elite knights protected a fat young man in noble clothes in the middle. The silk of the snow satin was shiny and smooth under the moonlight.
On the outside of Jingqi, more than twenty police sentries arranged by Zhu Biao were all knocked to the ground, and many people were already vomiting blood. And the two big men at the forefront of the opponent, dark green brocade robes were in the moonlight.
He looked like a black man, grabbing the leading soldier in the police post like a doll, insulting and mocking him wantonly.
The soldier they carried in their hands was already dying and could not speak.
Domineering, contemptuous, and contemptuous, the group of visitors vividly displayed their arrogance and condescension.
Zhu Biao would not put more than 20 people in one place. These 20 people were sentry riders from five teams. They all came on horseback after hearing the arrows, so they were all attacked by Yang Yang.
We were outnumbered, and since we came in separate groups, we were naturally defeated by the other side neatly.
Of course, there is another reason - they don't dare to be cruel. Most of the people on the other side are also wearing Han armor, and it is the fine armor that only the Imperial Army can equip.
Even though the Northern Han Dynasty has been fighting for ten years, the status of the Forbidden Army continues to be higher than that of the other armies. This is something that the frontier troops are very unhappy about. They have worked hard and achieved great results in the ten years of war. How many people shed blood on the battlefield to conquer the mountains and rivers.
It has been maintained to this day. But...the tragedy is that this is a fact that even the frontier troops at the top and bottom deeply acquiesce to.
"Seventeen, eighteen, tell everyone on the side to get out of my way. I have to cross the river tonight, sir." The young master in the crowd didn't even look at the twenty people lying on the ground or the number of people surrounding him.
More sentry riders didn't pay any attention to it.
With his status, let alone beating more than 20 soldiers, even if there is another zero at the end, the beating will be in vain. Who is getting in his way!
The fat man was rushing back to the capital overnight, and the direction he was passing was passing through the Zhu Biao camp, and he plunged into the sentry cavalry network in the north.
The fat man didn't pay any attention to the kind words and advice coming from here. The one who signed up for the army was only a small middle-ranking general. How could he make the grand prince of the country detour? It was this little middle-ranking general who should give way!
The sound of horse hooves like a storm swept over. Although there were only a few people and only three hundred horses, Zhu Biao's army was all iron-blooded and elite, and naturally they had a fierce murderous aura.
Now being led by Zhu Biao who was taking the lead, a momentum of galloping freely emerged naturally.
Zhu Biao's commander-in-chief has a full value of stolen property, which gives him a keen sense of war (war) that can see everything on the battlefield, and also gives him the sense of direction to guide the military's morale and fighting spirit.
The two strong men in brocade clothes, seventeen and eighteen, with indifferent expressions on their faces, instantly retreated. The soldiers in their hands were thrown under their horses, and their four eyes were fixed on the direction in which the cavalry was coming. That wave of inexorable galloping.
The momentum was like a mountain, weighing heavily on their hearts.
Killing intent surged crazily in Zhu Biao's heart. The more than twenty injured soldiers who fell to the ground made his chest burst with anger. By mistake, he also recognized that most of the people behind him were wearing Forbidden Army armor.
The momentum of this charge made him want to shout that he would kill them all without mercy!
"Don't dismount yet..."
The fierce murderous aura all over his body was mixed with the fierce aura of Fei Qi's arrival, as well as the anger in Zhu Biao's chest, and he screamed at the people in front of him with his internal energy surging.
Amidst the fierce murderous aura, Seventeen and Eighteen were the first to bear the brunt. They felt that they were a lonely boat in the rough sea, surrounded by huge waves, and they might be swept into the sea by a wave at any time.
The group of forbidden troops behind the two of them were even worse. Although they were also elite warriors, they had too many flaws compared to the martial arts men like Zhu Biao.
Behind the Crown Prince, a middle-aged swordsman dressed in civilian clothes changed his expression, and rode his horse to stop in front of the Crown Prince. He released his internal energy, and the murderous aura that came from Zhu Biao was like water hitting a boulder, and it split into two.
It separated from the left and right sides of the swordsman.
"You are the commander-in-chief of this army, right? Don't make a mistake. Behind me is the prince of Ming Dynasty, the nephew of the current King of Han."
"I don't care if you are the crown prince or the nephew of the King of Han. I only want to give you a chance for the sake of our brothers in the imperial army who sacrificed their lives for the country on the battlefield.
Leave all the people who took action just now, and then get rid of the rest!"
Pointing his spear forward, Zhu Ming's face was like cast iron and his words were like nails, leaving no room for accommodation.
?The Chinese New Year is fatal, the white wine will burn your throat!!~!
