Lu Changya didn't move forward too much at this time. His past experiences told him more than once: sometimes being too pushy is not a good thing.
He watched this scene with cold eyes and saw Dou Zhu and several others gathering together to discuss how to set up an ambush at Ziwu Bridge.
Everyone has had the experience of fighting against Cheng Dalei, and the process was naturally not pleasant. It can even be said that the three words "Cheng Dalei" have left a deep shadow on everyone.
No one dares to look down upon the other, and no one dares to be careless.
Dou Zhutong cleared his throat: "The evil thief will pass through the Ziwu Bridge at any time. We need to make preparations in advance. If he passes through the Ziwu Bridge, it will be extremely difficult to retain him."
Zhu Gang nodded: "The evil thief has his entourage and two women. He can't move fast. Let's rush to Ziwu Bridge now. We should be able to set up an ambush before dawn tomorrow."
"It's better to do it sooner rather than later. If it's too late, things will change." Dou Zhutong took a deep breath and felt his heart beating extraordinarily strongly.
After all, the person he was dealing with this time was Cheng Dalei. How did he escape from Liangzhou in the first place, how did he cause everyone to betray his relatives, and what kind of life have he been living these years?
Every day is like a year, and what I want in my heart is to seek revenge from Cheng Dalei. Without the motivation of revenge, how can I survive until now?
Now that revenge is about to happen, how can Dou Zhutong not get excited?
Not only Dou Zhutong had this idea, everyone else recalled their past humiliation experience at Cheng Dalei. Everyone's eyes were excited and their expressions were excited.
"Bring the wine." Dou Zhutong shouted.
There was indeed wine in the ruined temple. This was what Mo Jiangnan had prepared. It was for the purpose of climbing high and calling out, and there would be a lot of answers. How could there be no wine when the time came?
But now there are many people who should respond, but it is not me who ascends and shouts.
The wine was brought up and distributed into large porcelain bowls. Dou Zhutong was the first to hold up the wine bowl and faced the crowd and said, "Today you and I are gathered here for the sake of one person. Let's drink together with me." Wine kills thieves in the same way, and revenge is now."
"Dry."
Four to five hundred men who gathered together by chance drank all the wine in front of them, and then smashed the wine bowls at the same time. Everyone was furious.
"Set off."
Dou Zhutong was the first to mount the horse, followed by Zhu Gang, the starving man, Wanma Hall Momo...then Li Qingshan and others. Everyone followed Dou Zhutong and set off together.
During the process, Li Qingshan glanced behind him. Why couldn't he see Brother Lu? He was willing to recommend him just now, and he was a trustworthy brother.
Then, he saw Lu Changya following the team at the back, and Li Qingshan waved at him: "Brother Lu, come up and walk with me."
Li Qingshan didn't want others to underestimate Lu Changya.
"Oh, it's okay. I'm fine here, fine."
Lu Changya followed the team at the back unhurriedly. Anyone who was interested would know at a glance that his position was the most convenient for escaping. As long as the situation changed, Lu Changya could guarantee to disappear in the shortest time.
I am attacking from a distance, do I need to be at the front?
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In front of the pass in the sunset, the desert is boundless.
The guard general of Xizhao Pass, Xiong Mao, stood on the city gate and had a panoramic view of the setting sun. There were several defenders around him, but they were all old, and it was not that General Xiong Mao noticed. Even if he was around, he should Sit when you should, lie down when you should.
This was not the first time this happened, and Xiong Mao didn't take it seriously. The empire was in chaos, and the upper echelons experienced several power changes, but the guard of Xizhao Pass was always Xiong Mao.
At his age, there is no hope of promotion. If nothing happens, he will die here and his coffin will be sent back to his hometown. At that time, the emperor of the empire will probably remember him as a veteran and move his official position up.
This is a life that can be seen at a glance.
It has to be said that Xiongmao is a competent general. He patrols the border every day, inquires about the movements of the Rong clan, and trains soldiers... But as a general guarding the border, this is all he can do.
He also eats free money, he is also greedy for money and lustful, and he also does some things unethically.
But it is indeed veterans like him who support the empire and prevent the building from collapsing.
But this veteran couldn't hold on any longer.
The grain and grass shipped by the imperial court were getting less and less, and they could not support a border gate with three thousand people. Xiongmao led his men to cultivate wasteland and grow grain, but when the year was bad, they also had to pretend to be bandits to rob big families.
Looking to the northwest, there is a vast desert. Do the big shots in Chang'an who are fighting back and forth know that the greatest enemy of the empire has never been within the empire, but the tiger, wolf, and Rong people on the northwest grasslands.
Xizhao Pass is the first gateway in the northwest, directly bordering the Rong people. The imperial court should have managed this place well, and had to protect it first, so that it could have the energy to clean up the empire's mess.
But who cares anymore? For an official position, they are making a fuss over an inch of territory, and they are using all their talents. But those smart people are unwilling to use some wisdom to think about this place.
The setting sun hung on his face, and he forced out a bleak smile.
Being able to be buried in the homeland is even considered an ideal. One day the Rong people will go south...
Suddenly the sound of war drums sounded in his ears, causing Xiongmao's heartbeat to beat. He opened his eyes wide and looked ahead, only to see a line of dust in the distance, followed by thousands of troops galloping.
"The Rong tribe is the Rong tribe."
Several idle defenders also stood up and said in panic: "The Rong tribe is coming."
"Why are you panicking?" Xiongmao shouted, his mood was extremely bad: "Everyone went up to the city wall and beat the bastard back. They wanted to come to Xizhao Pass to rob me, but they came to the wrong place."
Although he said this, Xiongmao knew that the Rong clan was so powerful that they were definitely not just grabbing a fortune and leaving.
The Rong people often invade, but rarely attack Xizhao Pass, because this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so it is a thankless task for them. But today, after dealing with a large army passing through Xizhao Pass, the purpose is obvious...
Because Xizhaoguan is the closest to Chang'an.
"General, some brothers have gone to grab food. We only have two thousand veterans now." A soldier said tremblingly.
Xiong Mao's heart skipped a beat, and he knew that Xizhao Pass could no longer be defended. The right time, place, and people were favorable, and if he didn't take advantage of them, he would be destined to die.
It seems that I can't return to my hometown.
Xiongmao grinned and suddenly pulled out his saber: "What are you afraid of? They are just a bunch of hungry ghosts. Light the beacon tower, and the others will follow me up the city wall. Xizhao Pass is our territory, so we can block these beasts back."
As soon as the Rong tribe approached the city wall, they launched a forceful attack, without giving Xiong Mao a chance to breathe. The battle lasted from dusk to late at night. Xizhao Pass, which was thought to be captured in an hour and a half, persisted for three hours.
After the city gate was breached, Xiongmao led the remaining troops to fight in the streets and burned down the granary without leaving a grain of food for the Rong people.
And he also died in the fire that broke out in the granary.