Fan Chou is still staying in Chencang, and most of the grain and grass they escorted before are also still in Chencang.
Wang Ding found that now that he came to Chencang, he seemed to have nothing to do and he needed to make a decision.
Tens of thousands of people poured into the small town of Chencang, and the streets that were once empty are now filled with people every day.
Thirty thousand civilians transported 100,000 stones of grain and grass from Chang'an to Chencang, but this was not the end point. Wang Ding did not let them return.
It will be up to them later to transport grain and grass to Wudu, Yangping Pass, and the final destination - Hanzhong.
Thirty thousand civilians will have to stay in Chencang for a few days.
On the second day after arriving in Chencang, Wang Ding took Xu Huang and a dozen personal guards and rode out of the city gate on war horses.
Xu Huang rode his Hualiu horse and said: "This road is the direction to Chencang Road."
Wang Ding rode a bay-red horse, and several people walked along Chencang Road.
"This road is really difficult to walk on. It's a bit difficult for grain trucks to pass."
But after running for more than ten miles, Wang Ding's brows never loosened.
I had heard about it before coming here, but now that I had seen it with my own eyes, Wang Ding felt confident.
He brought 30,000 civilians with him, which was an okay number and not excessive.
If you want to deliver grain and grass from Chencang to Wudu in time, you really need so many people.
Xu Huang said: "Lord, there seems to be a caravan in front of us."
Wang Ding also saw it and asked curiously: "It is such a difficult road to walk, but there is also a caravan passing through here?"
They walked for most of the day, but didn't see a single person.
"Go over and have a look." Wang Ding rode forward on his bay-red horse.
The road is narrow. When someone comes from the opposite direction, one of them has to lean against the roadside so that the other party can pass.
However, when the other party saw Wang Ding's side, all dressed in bright clothes and angry horses, some with big knives in their hands, some with big axes, and wearing armor, they seemed a little scared, so they pulled the horses and carriages to the side of the road and waited.
They passed first.
There are two carriages in the caravan, but they are both relatively small. They should be small carriages specially made to pass through Chencang Road. The carriages are covered with hay, and I don’t know what they are loaded with.
As the two sides approached, Wang Ding also grabbed the bay-red horse and said, "Whose caravan are you from? Where are you going?"
The leader of the caravan is a little old man with a gray beard. He is small in stature, but his eyes are bright, his body is thin, and he looks very nimble, without the sluggishness of an ordinary old man.
The little old man said: "Back to the army, the old man is from Brazil County. He wanted to go to Chang'an. He originally wanted to take the Xiegu Road, but the trestle there was burned down, so the old man had to take a detour and pass through Chencang Road.
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Wang Dingdao: "That's it."
He then asked: "What kind of goods are loaded on your carriage?"
The little old man said: "Back to Jun Ye, it's camellia collected from Mount Emei. If Jun Ye wants it, the old man is willing to give Jun Ye a few bags."
Wang Ding shook his head and said: "Let's go."
He is not greedy for this little tea.
Wang Ding doesn't know much about tea either. He drinks tea just to refresh himself.
The little old man quickly moved out of the way. He stood close to the carriage, with a smile on his face and a slight bend. The other people in the caravan also clung to the roadside, as if they were afraid of bumping into Wang Ding.<
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Wang Ding rode past the old man on a bay-red horse.
The road is narrow, and even if the two carriages of the other party are leaning against the roadside, the remaining part is only enough for one war horse to pass.
Wang Ding didn't want to collide with the opponent's carriage. He pulled the reins and the bay-red horse walked slowly past.
Xu Huang followed him, and the other guards followed in turn.
More than a dozen war horses, lined up in a row, stretched out more than ten feet.
However, just when Wang Ding was about to pass completely, a surprising change occurred.
The caravan guards who were relying on the carriage suddenly pulled out simple knives from the hay on the carriage and slashed at Wang Ding and the others.
Xu Huang was following behind Wang Ding. When he saw someone, he drew his sword and struck at Wang Ding.
He reacted quickly, raised the stone ax in his hand, and knocked away the simple knife that was attacking Wang Ding.
At the same time, his left hand released the reins, caught the Pu Dao that was attacking him, then twisted it, snatched the Pu Dao away, and threw it away.
Pu Dao flew forward and hit the assassin who slashed at Wang Ding.
Wang Ding also broke into a cold sweat.
Although he has been practicing martial arts, he has never trained specifically for this kind of close-range sneak attack.
If Xu Huang hadn't followed him, he might have been able to escape the fatal blow just now, but he probably wouldn't have been able to save his hand.
Wang Ding let out a heavy breath, and the bay-red horse ran forward. After rushing out for more than ten feet, he pulled the reins and controlled the bay-red horse to turn around.
Xu Huang had also rushed over, but the reaction of the dozen or so guards behind him was not that fast, and the road was narrow and there was no way to avoid it. Several of them were successfully attacked by the enemy at the first opportunity and died under the knife. Wang Ding said coldly: "Kill them."
Without asking, Wang Ding can guess who sent these people.
Either Zhang Lu or Liu Yan from Yizhou.
He had just killed Liu Yan's two sons. The other party was afraid that he wanted to eat him alive, so he sent out a few assassins. It was normal.
It's also Wang Ding's own fault for being too careless.
If he was really careful, the opponent would have little chance of making a sneak attack. At most, it would be a head-on battle. Those guards would not have to die miserably on the spot.
There were still six guards left, and they all rushed over.
However, in addition to the one who was killed by Xu Huang with a simple knife, there were fifteen other people on the other side.
When the little old man saw that Wang Ding had not been killed, he did not try to escape.
The two carriages have been pulled to the middle of the road, blocking Wang Ding's way back.
There are fifteen people left, holding simple knives in their hands, with a fierce look in their eyes.
Even the old man stood in front of everyone with a simple knife in his hand and quick movements.
"Dismount." Xu Huang said.
Wang Ding had six other guards, all of whom jumped off their horses.
The trail in front of us is not suitable for cavalry.
The road ahead is still blocked by two carriages, and the horses cannot charge forward.
Xu Huang stood in front of Wang Ding, and six other guards were scattered on both sides of Wang Ding, protecting Wang Ding in the middle.
Just now, these assassins failed to succeed in the first time, and Wang Ding was relieved.
Even though these dozen assassins are all dead warriors who have been trained for many years.
Even though the terrain at this moment is not conducive to fighting immediately.
But standing in front of him was Xu Huang, and that alone was enough.
The other party used a carriage to block the road, and they couldn't tell who would be more powerful.
With the stone-piercing ax in Xu Huang's hand, no one can rush in front of Wang Ding.
"Kill."
The old man opposite had already put away the smile on his face at this moment, his face was full of killing intent, and his waist was no longer bent.
Fifteen killers saw Xu Huang and the others dismounting and took the initiative to kill them.
They moved quickly and held the sword in both hands.
Xu Huang said: "Lu Hao, protect the lord."
Xu Huang dragged the stone ax and walked towards him. He didn't want these people to get too close to Wang Ding.