As soon as he finished speaking, someone said in a deep voice not far behind Zhu Ling: "Wenbo, the King of Wei ordered the army to go south quickly and break the enemy along the way without delay!"

Zhu Ling was watching the terrain of Jianpo, and when he heard the familiar voice, his face turned pale.

The entourages around him all turned around and it turned out that at some point, a small boat was walking lightly between the brigades and leaning against the roof where Zhu Ling and others were staying.

There were only three or five people on the boat, and a boatman rowed the stern. A general with a helmet and armor stood at the bow of the boat. The general was about fifty years old, with a wide mouth, a handsome face, and a cold and hard face.

Zhu Ling was a general who was idle for a long time and then regained his reign. Several leaders of the army around him had belonged to others several years ago. It was not until the last two years that Cao Gongyun allowed him to return to Zhu Ling's command.

At this time, the leaders of the group also changed color. Many people subconsciously wanted to bow to the people, but they remembered that their generals had not spoken yet, so they barely stood up silently.

There was only one new leader of the army recruited by Zhu Ling, who was not sure who came, so he immediately held the knife and shouted angrily: "What are you? My general is under the order of the King of Wei to rule the enemy troops, so how can you talk nonsense!"

The general's eyes were sharp, and the majesty and sharpness in his sight seemed to pierce the face of the leader of this song.

The leader of the group suddenly felt palpitations and suddenly sweated profusely, not daring to say anything more.

Zhu Ling coughed lightly and waved his hand to let the man retreat. He walked forward a few steps by himself and bowed and bowed: "General Wenze, it's been a long time since he was not satisfied. Why did he come here?"

It turned out that this person was a fake Jieyue stationed in Shouchun, and General Zuo Yu Jin. This person has been leading a 100,000 army in Shouchun for the past few years, echoing each other with Zhang Liao, the general stationed in Hefei. Zhu Lingquan never expected that the King of Wei would even transfer him back in order to fight against Jingxiang.

As for official positions, Zhu Ling is not as good as the right general. But everyone understands that Yu Jin, the left general who is fake, has actually reached the highest point of the foreign military man under the command of the King of Wei, and his power and trust in the King of Wei are far greater than Zhu Ling.

Not to mention, when the King of Wei was suspicious of Zhu Ling, he specially sent Yu Jin to the camp to seize troops. Now many soldiers of Zhu Ling's troops were under the command of Jin. Yu Jin used his law to control his subordinates, and his remaining power still remains.

Yu Jin slowly stepped up to the rooftop and stepped on the tiles that were clamoring.

"The King of Wei was summoned urgently, so I came here at night, but fortunately, nothing happened. The front army is now under my command. This is the talisman book issued by the King of Wei, and this is the shackles given by the King of Wei. General Wenbo, please check it."

Zhu Linghan pointed a civil servant with a look.

The civil servant was frightened by the serious atmosphere at the scene, took the talisman book tremblingly and read it, and then handed it to Zhu Ling.

Zhu Ling glanced at him and then put it away. After pausing, he said in a deep voice: "I'll come to seize the troops from thousands of miles away, so it's not?"

"The King of Wei has already decided. I will come to ensure that all the troops will implement it without discounts."

Yu Jin answered coldly.

He stopped talking and stood strode to the position where Zhu Ling was originally standing, and looked at the Jiaozhou military flag flying on Jianpo.

Zhu Ling looked at Yu Jin's back. After a while, he let out a sigh and stood behind Yu Jin's side.

"How can we fight against our 100,000 troops in this small village? The military situation in Xiangyang and Fancheng is like fire, how can our army be blocked by this place? General Wenbo, I will lead all the troops to continue to go south now. You will lead the headquarters here and send troops to attack immediately. After a moment, those who do not surrender will be slaughtered!"

Yu Jian spoke very loudly and concisely.

Zhu Ling immediately said, "They are not ordinary soldiers guarding Jianpo! They are the troops of He Song, a powerful general under Lujiang Leiyuan. They are extremely brave and powerful. There are only 5,000 people in my headquarters here, so I can't easily get this place."

"Then I will allocate another five thousand people to you and make up 10,000. Tonight, I will see He Song's head!"

Zhu Ling smiled in a complicated expression and said solemnly: "Abide by the order."

In a moment, countless war drums and horns sounded one after another, stopping the clouds. Thousands of soldiers shouted and urged the ships, and the swords and halberds they held high reflected the cold light of early autumn. The flags that marked each part seemed a little stagnant when rolled up, but they urged the solemn atmosphere of the battlefield that was originally slightly relaxed and rushed into the sky again.

When the Cao army troops started to operate, on the west side of the newly captured Xiaozhai, near a bay near the Qingshui River, the water flow slowly went south, and wind blew across the water, gently shaking the trees and reeds that emerged from the water.

The Cao army boats and rafts passed by fishing outside the bay. On the boat, the Cao army soldiers occasionally swept across the bay, with only messy plants and swollen floating corpses. Sometimes, they saw a few wild birds pecking at the corpse flying up.

Inside the bay, there is a driftwood about a meter long with dense branches that is moving quietly on the edge.

Under the cover of the branches, three or five people were soaked in water, raising their heads, and raising their physical strength through the buoyancy of the wood.

They looked at the direction of Xiaozhai silently without saying a word.

The flood continued to retreat, and the range of the waters everywhere was slowly shrinking. Some rivers that were originally completely swallowed were exposed, and the continuous reeds stood tenaciously and became the best hidden.

The huge waters that were originally connected were gradually cut open by the terrain. In the depressions slightly far from the clean water, countless rivers, waters, abyss, swamps, and mud flats formed, becoming like a maze. Because of the towering forests, in the past few days, soldiers who came out to fetch water often got lost in this area.

Because Huang Xiaoshi's troops were often sent out to provocate, they were relatively familiar with the terrain and were very slapped. Perhaps this environment is very similar to the environment in Jiaozhi County when water rises every year.

And their outstanding nature also ensured that they dived and escaped in the chaos of war, but were not discovered by the Cao army.

The driftwood slowly bypassed the reeds and floated to the water downstream.

The man holding the branch gritted his teeth and said, "The song has grown up, I saw it with my own eyes."

The one who spoke was Luo Ke.

This short soldier with snake-shaped tattoos all over his body was scratched by Cao Bing's sword. The flesh on his right side was rolled up, and the entire piece of his lower lip was cut open, revealing a row of sharpened teeth, which looked ferocious and terrifying.

As he spoke, his tears flowed down, flowing through the wound on his cheeks, causing the muscles inside to pull out a few times.

"We are just a few of us." Luo Ayanning spat on the water surface with bloody phlegm, grabbed a spider falling from the branches and leaves, and pinched it into slurry.

He was the son of the chief of the Lianshui Ministry. When he was in the army, he brought fifty elite soldiers from his Lianshui Ministry. At that time, his father once said that the Han people were so deceitful that they should be wary of themselves and not let the children of their clan be taken to the head of the knife by the Han people.

He remembered it firmly at that time. But by this moment, most of the fifty children died in battle. Except for Luo Ke from the Snake tribe, only three of them were left, including himself.

He is an expert in small-scale fighting and fighting. He knows well that if Huang Xiaoshi had not sent him to the west of the village, his group of people would have no way out and would have died in battle, and even these three people would not have escaped.

The Han people were really deceitful. Luo Ayanning thought hatefully and couldn't help but touch the cloth bag on his waist that had a lot of money.

His gaze looked through the branches and leaves, looking at Jianpo.

They trekked for a long time, but for the sake of concealment, they actually did not travel far. They had just walked around behind Jianpo.

Luo Ayanning noticed that the Cao army had already surrounded Jianpo, and at this time continued to dispatch troops and prepare for a large-scale attack in an orderly manner.

He saw Cao's soldiers gathered large shields and short swords at the forefront and gradually approached from all directions. The Jiaozhou army companions on Jianpo were arrows like rain, causing many casualties and injuries to the enemy, but they could not stop them from getting closer. When many boats and rafts stranded on the shallows on the edge of the slope, Cao's soldiers waded in the water and continued to move forward.

Turning his head, he saw that there were countless Cao army boats and rafts far away in the water, continuing south along the Qingshui River.
Chapter completed!