From Pengcheng to Jiujiang, it will take three days in a hurry.

This sentence was told to him by Lu Bu.

Therefore, according to Lin Mo's estimated time, it would take Cao Cao about five days to go south to the Anfeng front line, and it would take three days to reach Jiujiang by himself. If he spent another day to reach the Anfeng front line, he could arrive one day earlier than Cao Cao's army.

But the fact is that the old father-in-law seemed to be too impatient and ignored an issue. The three days he calculated were the time it took to get from Pengcheng to Shouchun, the Jiujiang Administrative Office, not the time it took to reach the border of Jiujiang adjacent to Anfeng.
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Moreover, by the time we arrived in Shouchun, we had to take a day off.

The rapid march is a great test for the physical strength and endurance of the sergeants, not to mention the war horses.

When rushing to travel three hundred miles, the sergeant needs to change horses at different stations every day to be able to run continuously.

The thousand cavalrymen brought by Lin Mo could not change their horses, and they all relied on the horses' endurance to run.

Fortunately, these horses were only one in a million, and they did not disappear and die as Xu Sheng said.

However, when they arrived in Shouchun, Gao Shun saw that these horses had reached their limit and had to rest where they were.

After staying for a day, we began to gallop westward under the stars and the moon.

Finally, we arrived at Yangyuan at dusk on the fifth day and learned from Zhang Liao, who was left behind, that his father-in-law had led his troops to garrison at Panxi Au a day ago.

Of the 20,000 people brought by my father-in-law, 10,000 were from the old Huainan tribe, and 10,000 were Zhang Xiu's Xiliang soldiers plus the cavalry he brought over from Guangling.

Based on this calculation, there are three thousand cavalry in the front line, plus the one thousand cavalry I brought with me, the number exceeds four thousand.

This time, that is, the old soldiers from Bingzhou and the trapped camp did not arrive, so the cavalry was considered a stud.

At night, Lin Mo lay on the couch with a look of lovelessness on his face.

If it weren't for his hard training for more than half a year, this intensity of rapid marching would have crushed his body and bones long ago.

Even so, my buttocks are extremely sore now. It hurts even when I lie down. It feels like a heavy rain in the Kikube area.

"Oh, it would be great if Zhao'er was by my side and could give me a massage. Sister Ling is too tough and doesn't know how to do this."

It's a pity that Zhao'er is too weak to be by his side at all times. In the final analysis, there are too few fish in the fish pond.

Not to mention having dozens of wives and concubines like Cao Cao, one for each state should be standard. After all, they are also an army of time-travelers.

While he was sighing, the door was pushed open, and Zhang Liao walked in holding a bamboo slip.

"Uncle Zhang." It always feels awkward to call someone uncle who is only ten years older than him. Lin Mo is still getting used to it.

"You must be exhausted after days of marching. There is no need to get up. I just came to see you."

Zhang Liao said this, how could Lin Mo really lie down and talk to his elders in this era where there are strong boundaries between superiority and inferiority? After he got up with difficulty, he chose to kneel down in front of the couch.

"What kind of military report does uncle have?" Looking at the bamboo slips in his hand, Lin Mo asked with a frown.

Zhang Liao smiled, waved his hand, and explained: "Yunwen, don't be nervous, it's just a military book."

"Book of War?"

Lin Mo smiled awkwardly and said, "My uncle studied military science very hard and did not dare to waste time. My nephew admires me."

Usually this kind of thing sounds like flattery, and a normal person's answer is, you are giving too much reward, I am just too stupid, so I need to study more.

Those with higher emotional intelligence will say, compared with Yunwen and your invincible achievements, I am far behind.

But Zhang Liao's brain circuit seemed to be different. He smiled modestly and nodded: "Yes, I have always been so diligent."

Lin Mo didn't react for a while and looked at him directly.

"Oh, Yunwen, you have offered advice to Marquis Wen five times, but I only managed to do it once in Shouchun City, and it was not satisfying at all.

This time, I was left behind in Yangyuan again, which almost crushed me."

Zhang Liao started complaining for no reason. Lin Mo felt that he could not keep up with his thinking, so he comforted him: "Uncle is the most trusted sibling of the father-in-law, and Yangyuan is the family of Jiujiang. There is no room for mistakes, so we can only

Leave it to my uncle to keep you safe."

Zhang Liao chuckled, puffed up his chest a little arrogantly, and said on his face, of course, who else can take on this important task except me?

Then, he opened the military book in his hand and said seriously: "Yunwen, I was not able to be present when you used the military several times. This is a rare opportunity for us, uncle and nephew, to sit together, and I still want to ask you for advice.
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I have been reading this Hunyuan Yiqi Formation for several months, but there are still many things I don’t understand. For example, the military book says that cavalry should surround the formation with flags as suspicious soldiers. Isn’t this a false cover? What if the opponent attacks the formation by force?

Coping?"

Ah this

Lin Mo looked at Zhang Liao confused, what are you talking about.

"Uncle, I haven't read Hunyuan Yiqi Formation."

Zhang Liao's eyes were fixed and he looked at Lin Mo in surprise, "You are so proficient in military tactics and strategy, but you have never read the Hunyuan Yiqi Formation? What about the Golden Lock Formation?"

Lin Mo shook his head.

"Eight Gate Formation?"

Lin Mo still shook his head.

"You should have read Huiyan Formation, Long Snake Formation, and Seven Star Formation, right?"

Lin Mo continued to shake his head feebly, "Uncle, to be honest, I haven't read any of it."

Zhang Liao stood up and paced back and forth in the room, with a complicated expression on his face. Lin Mo guessed that his next sentence would be, 'I didn't expect that you don't know the art of war but you know the art of war. You are really a genius.'

Unexpectedly, he hated iron and scolded him: "Young people can't just be opportunistic, they must be down-to-earth, otherwise how will they assist Marquis Wen in fighting chaos in the future!

Today's young people are frivolous and impetuous. I personally think it is better to be more down-to-earth, for example, like me, read more military books."

Damn it, Liao Shen’s brain circuit really cannot be measured by common sense.

Who in the army would not be called a genius after a series of great victories, but you have become opportunistic.

Ling'er was right. Uncle Zhang's character was absurd and unruly. At that time, Lin Mo asked one more question about his absurd and unruly character. Lu Lingqi sneered and said, "Just like you, he is a little abnormal."

It can be felt that Liao Shen seems to like to show off, but his style is not high.

Lin Mo, who has always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile in the military, felt that he should be taught a lesson to prevent him from constantly preaching.

After Lin Mo coughed twice, he looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Zhang, as for all military strategies, it is not about technique, but about Tao! It lies in the change of yin and yang, the true and false, and the correct. Technique is the surface, Tao is the foundation.

.If you understand it thoroughly, it will be more effective than learning thousands of formations."

Hiss~

Zhang Liao took a breath and looked at Lin Mo blankly. He vaguely felt that there was a mystery hidden in these words that ordinary people could not easily understand.

The changes of yin and yang, the true and false, the strange and the right.

Skills are expressions, Tao is the foundation.

If you think about it carefully, this boy Yunwen has fought many times without losing a single victory, but he has never read any military books?

How is this possible?

It turns out that he read military books but did not stick to military books. He was detached from things and understood the changes of yin and yang from thousands of military books. The eight words of false, true, strange and correct.

Wonderful, this is simply wonderful!

I thought this guy was on the first floor and I was on the second floor, but I didn’t expect that he was on the fifth floor. I was careless.

Zhang Liao felt that he had touched the threshold of the supreme art of war, and hurriedly asked: "Then how do you understand the changes of yin and yang, and the eight words of virtual, real, strange and correct?"

Lin Mo pondered for a moment, stood up and walked slowly to the window sill, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "The key lies in this strange word, so that your opponent cannot guess what you want to do. Simply understand, you have to be unexpected.

Even knowing that you can’t do something but doing it is amazing!”

It was obviously a mouthful of pleasure, but the moonlight outside the window shone on Lin Mo's body, and the profile of that handsome face, coupled with the extremely mysterious interpretation, at this moment, the young man's figure became in Zhang Liao's heart.

Extremely tall.

I understand!

He was like Wang Mingyang's enlightenment in Longchang, and his whole person fell into a state of excitement.

I don't know how long it took before I could barely suppress the ecstasy in my heart and said earnestly: "Yunwen, please don't talk about what you said today to outsiders easily."

"Don't worry, my nephew will only mention it in front of my uncle." Lin Mo turned around and bowed, extremely respectful.

"Okay, just rest for now." Zhang Liao nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left.

As soon as I walked out of the gate, I didn't care about the high-gloss and majestic image and started running wildly.

He ran back to his room and wrote down what Lin Mo had just said. He kept recalling it, fearing that he would miss important details.

Then, I began to carefully figure out the deeper meaning.

He had a hunch that as long as he understood the secret, he would become as invincible as Lin Mo.

Until late at night, he slowly put down the silk cloth in his hand, raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

This time, I really realized it.

The excitement in his chest made him unable to sleep again, and he walked out of the room.
To be continued...