Song Zheng thought for a while, waved his hand and said: "We marched like this in Hezhou before, and the effect was not good. General Ma can lead the troops in front to clear the way, and I and Long Yiwei will follow behind."
Ma Jingchang hesitated for a moment and then said: "I will obey your orders."
He turned forward and passed on the orders one after another. The three thousand elite soldiers of Beitai City quickly changed from the rear to the front and changed their direction to go back to the way they came.
Ma Jingchang came back and said to Song Zheng: "Sir Song, this place is close to the battlefield. The Huaxu people are fierce and cunning, and they often send powerful monks to harass them. Therefore, this road is definitely not safe. Sir, you must be careful. If you encounter a war, don't panic.
Please follow the advice of the general, after all, the general has fought against the Huaxu people."
Song Zheng nodded and smiled, good at accepting advice: "Okay."
Ma Jingchang ordered the ranger scouts in front. Dozens of rangers marched for thirty miles. If they found out something happened, they would immediately report back with homophonic bone talismans. Song Zheng also saw that these rangers had special weapons tied to their buttocks.
The magic weapon, like two high-erected wires, is used to detect the void barrier. If a weakness in the void barrier is found, it will be reported immediately. The army will try to go around as much as possible to avoid falling into the void trap.
If you really can't get around it, you should send someone to check carefully in advance to ensure safety.
Beside Song Zheng, Zeng Qianhu and others nodded: He has indeed been on the battlefield, and is fully prepared, unlike Kong Baiyu.
However, as the team moved quickly, Song Zheng would send someone to say to him: "General Ma, my master tells you to advance slowly and move slowly. We have been ambushed twice in Hezhou, so you must be cautious."
Ma Jingchang was helpless and repeatedly ordered his subordinates to move slowly. He couldn't say anything, but his subordinates already had a lot of criticism.
"Is this coward scared out of his wits in Hezhou?"
The two battles in Hezhou had just happened, and the specific events had not been spread, otherwise they would not dare to gossip like this.
When they reached a fork in the road, just as Ma Jingchang was about to take the shortcut he came from, Song Zheng sent someone over again: "General Ma, my master has said that we should try our best to take the official road."
Ma Jingchang had no choice but to lead his troops onto the pipeline.
The team walked slowly for a hundred miles, and the sound of roaring water came from the mountains nearby. Ma Jingchang in front twitched his nose and waved his hand, and a soldier who was following him immediately left the team.
After a while, he came back with two large wine jars: "General, good wine!"
Ma Jingchang pretended to whip him: "How can you drink during the march?"
The soldier screamed in pain but still said with a playful smile: "General, the military regulations only say that you can't drink alcohol, but they don't say you can't buy alcohol. The mountain spring water here is good, the winery is next to the spring water, and the mountain grain millet grown by the mountain people themselves,
Making wine with spring water is a rare good thing.
Let’s buy it first and drink it when the war is over and we celebrate the victory.”
Ma Jingchang seemed to be moved. He glanced at Song Zheng behind him and said, "Then we should send it to Mr. Song first."
"Yes!" The soldiers came excitedly with two large jars of wine to offer treasures to Song Zheng. Song Zheng accepted them with a smile and said: "Shi Zhonghe, take someone with you to see how much there is and buy them together.
When we defeat the Huaxu enemy invaders, we will celebrate our victory with this mountain wine."
"Yes, sir." Shi Zhonghe went there with a few captains. After a while, they moved dozens of jars of fine wine from the wine shop by the spring waterfall. Song Zheng and Ma Jingchang each took half.
After this small incident, the army continued to advance. Ma Jingchang came over and told Song Zheng: "Sir, we will rest in the state capital tonight. Lord Zhou Mu has been waiting for us for a long time."
Song Zheng nodded. It was much safer to rest in the state capital. Even if Hua Xu's army came to attack, with the tall city walls and defensive formations of the capital, they could still resist the reinforcements waiting for them.
He smiled at Song Zheng and said: "The general is just a cup of food on weekdays. Everyone around him knows it, so on the way... you must keep the secret of the general and don't tell Mr. Zhou Mu."
Song Zheng smiled heartily: "It's easy to say. I just bought wine but didn't drink it. It didn't violate military regulations. How can I say so much?"
"Thank you, sir, for protecting me." Ma Jingchang seemed to be relieved.
Song Zheng was smiling all the way.
In the evening, the majestic "Li Hancheng" wall of Jizhou's capital city appeared in everyone's eyes. Chen Ziying, the state herdsman, was waiting thirty miles outside the city. He enthusiastically welcomed Song Zheng and settled them in a camp outside the city.
At such a tense moment, it was indeed inappropriate for a large army to enter the city, so Song Zheng obeyed the arrangement.
At Jie Feng's banquet, Ma Jingchang couldn't hold back after all. He secretly took a taste of the spring water wine and immediately let it go: "Good wine!"
Chen Ziying snorted coldly: "General Ma, the battle is ahead, enough is enough!"
Ma Jingchang nodded repeatedly, but then said to Song Zheng: "Have a try, my lord. It was such a coincidence that I didn't expect to encounter such a rare wine. After this battle is over, I will send someone back to buy more."
He strongly recommended Song Zheng to try it. Song Zheng smiled, poured a bowl and drank it himself, praising: "It is indeed a good wine."
With Chen Ziying watching, Ma Jingchang didn't dare to drink more. The banquet was sumptuous. Chen Ziying called Ru Shui from the Jiaofang Department to join in the fun. Song Zheng just pushed her away gently. Chen Ziying laughed, came up and asked with a look that any man would understand:
"Master Song, is it not to your liking?"
Song Zheng said calmly: "I just don't like this style."
Chen Ziying misunderstood, and suddenly said: "Oh, that's it." He leaned closer and said kindly: "Master Song turns out to be a member of the same profession. He has a theatrical troupe in his lower official residence, and the seven or eight young students are all very delicate.
Why don't you and I come together tonight..."
Song Zheng frowned, moved away about half a foot, and said seriously: "Master Chen has misunderstood, I am not good at that."
Zeng Qianhu felt itchy in his heart.
Song Zheng suddenly said: "But... Zeng Qianhu, you can go with Mr. Zhou Mu tonight."
Zeng Qianhu perked up for a moment, but he was a little hesitant: "Sir, this...isn't it good?"
"Go." Song Zheng said lightly, and Zeng Qianhu immediately accepted the order: "Yes!"
Chen Ziying unexpectedly looked at Zeng Qianhu. The two looked at each other and showed a tacit smile. It seemed that tonight, they were of the same mind.
Song Zheng waved his hand and said: "Let's stop here tonight." He warned Ma Jingchang: "General Ma, we have to leave early tomorrow. Don't drink too much good wine."
"The general will not dare." Ma Jingchang responded repeatedly. Who knows whether he can hold back.
The camp outside the city was divided into two, with Ma Jingchang's troops on one side and Long Yiwei on the other. Chen Ziying said goodbye to Song Zheng, asked Zeng Qianhu to get in the car, and drove toward the city with a smile.
After everyone dispersed, Shi Zhonghe accompanied Song Zheng. He raised his head and looked up at the night sky. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the sky was vast. Suddenly there was something in his hand, a gray-fog spar staff.
The crystal on the head of the staff was broken by him, but there were only cracks and not completely broken.
After he killed Hui Wu, he only seized this thing. When he was marching during the day, he checked it out and was shocked to find that it was also a fourth-level spiritual treasure.
If it weren't for the sharpness of the Divine Sword Drunken Dragon and the fact that it had been warmed by the Dragon Shadow Cup for so long, it might not have been able to break the crystal with one sword.
And he tried to inject spiritual energy into this spiritual treasure, and unexpectedly found that this treasure fell one level and is now only a third-level spiritual treasure, but the spar on the tail of the staff is intact, and the spar on the head of the staff can still be used. With the help of this treasure, for space
Tian Tiao's understanding has been greatly improved.
He inserted the staff into the ground, and the Void Divine Town rose. The spiritual light in the spar was faint and flickering, as if it was echoing the few sparse stars in the sky.
After a while, Song Zheng frowned, put away his staff, winked at Shi Zhonghe, and went back to his tent to rest.
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In front of Chen Ziying's mansion, the guards stopped, and the carriage just landed at the door. When Chen Ziying got out of the car, a healthy servant of the family came to greet him: "Master, you are back."
Chen Ziying nodded, asked Zeng Qianhu to get out of the car, and then asked: "Is the team ready?"
"How can they not obey your orders? Don't worry, everything is your favorite, sir."
Chen Ziying nodded: "I have guests coming today. I told them to serve them carefully."
"Don't worry, I promise not to lose the master's face."
Chen Ziying was proud and led Zeng Baihu to the back garden. When they arrived, the stage had been set up. There were several young students in Tsing Yi, babbling and trying their voices, and several martial arts students who had taken off their shirts.
, only wearing military trousers and white boots, pressing her legs aside to stretch her body.
As soon as Zeng Qianhu saw this strong and supple figure, he gave Chen Ziying a thumbs up: "Adults know how to play."
"Hahaha!" Chen Ziying laughed proudly. Two chairs were placed under the stage. He sat down with Zeng Qianhu. After a while, the gongs and drums sounded, and the show started.
A group of martial arts students writhe onto the stage, with weapons and spears flying wildly. Zeng Qianhu's eyes widened as he watched. Suddenly, the entire stage went dark and fell into a special void.
Those martial arts students and junior students swarmed up, holding magic weapons and ropes from all directions, their pockets shrouded in flashes of spiritual light, and they captured Zeng Qianhu like a pig.
There was even a magic weapon rope tied around his mouth, making him unable to speak.
Chen Ziying shouted: "Search me!"
Several male cultivators were disgusted by everyone and refused to come forward. Chen Ziying herself was disgusted and didn't want to do anything. Finally, a martial arts student covered in tendons came forward with a frown and said: "I'll do it!"
He groped around Zeng Qianhu's body carefully and took out all the important items such as waist badges and seals. Zeng Qianhu hummed and asked Chen Ziying with his eyes why he was like this.
Chen Ziying snorted coldly: "All kinds of battles, killing both men and women, were originally prepared for Song Zheng. I thought they were arranged in vain, but I didn't expect you, a fool, to come to the door yourself, huh!"
He took the waist card and the jade seal in his hand, and General Chuang went out to deliver the order: "When you get the seal waist card, inform Ma Jingchang immediately to give up the attack and prepare to outwit them."
The military camp where Song Zheng lived was located to the east of Han City. The west city gate quietly opened, and hundreds of strong cultivators rushed out silently. In the dense forest outside the city, thousands of powerful cultivators were ambushed. After meeting with the strong cultivators led by Chen Ziying,
The troops were divided into three groups and surrounded the camp to the east.
Chapter completed!