Han Zou stood by the water, counting the heads there in a murmur.

In the evening, they came to this river. Fortunately it was the dry season, so they cut down some trees and then crossed the river holding the trunks.

This is a backwater bay, and of the ten people who cross it, nine will drift here.

It's just that in this season, the feeling of being soaked all over is not very pleasant.

Almost everyone was shivering when they got up from the water.

Xiao Cheng is naturally no exception.

At this moment, he was standing in a valley, looking up at the last ray of light on the horizon. Only when it was completely dark could they light a fire in this valley.

The rising smoke column will be obscured by the darkness of night and will not be easily noticed by others.

Naturally, the wood used to cross the river would not be wasted. Several of the soldiers who came ashore carried one and entered the valley that had been determined in advance as their foothold.

Firstly, the wood can be burned as firewood, and secondly, so much wood cannot be allowed to flow down the river.

Once an experienced person discovers these pieces of wood, it will inevitably be inferred that a large group of people is crossing the river. Such omissions, whether it is Xiao Cheng or the experienced scout Fan Yifei, will not let it happen.

The night was finally dark.

The fire finally lit up.

The soldiers sat silently by the fire, warming their clothes and kneading their calves. Marching at such a speed and intensity, even though they were elites in the army, they found it extremely strenuous.

I can only rest for two hours a day, and the rest of the time is spent on the road.

But the soldiers did not complain at all, because their officers, like them, were running around on two legs.

Xiao Zhuanping, who was following them this time, was still a Jinshi, a true scholar. He didn't complain, so what right did rough guys like them have?

Even if you are as tired as a dog, you still have to try hard to put a smile on your face.

In fact, Xiao Cheng was extremely tired.

The calmness that the soldiers saw was just a cover-up he forced to do.

His physical strength is actually quite good, and he has never given up on refining his body.

It's just that unlike these soldiers who rely on their strength and body to survive, he spends more time relying on his brain to survive.

In the face of such an intense march, the usual training immediately revealed its true form.

The soles of my feet were filled with blisters one after another. After the blisters were popped, there were bursts of pain. My legs felt like they were no longer my own. Every time I sat down or lay down or tried to get up, it was extremely painful.

Fortunately, this kind of pain is getting easier day by day.

At this moment, Xiao Cheng was slumped by the fire, holding a bamboo stick with several large pieces of meat on it, stretching it over the fire to roast.

The dried meat is processed, mixed with various flavors, cooked in a large pot, and then exposed to the sun to remove the moisture, and it becomes dry food.

During the march, the dried meat was boiled in water again, and both the nutrition and taste were improved.

However, such dried meat is generally very salty, but for soldiers marching long distances, supplementing salt is an extremely important thing.

The food for everyone is actually pretty good.

After frying the rice, grind it into rice flour, and then put it into long and thin cloth bags. When eating, rinse it with water and you can eat it. This thing only requires a small handful, and it can be eaten when it hits the water.

It is enough to expand into a bowl and add dried meat to replenish your physical strength. The key is that it is very convenient and does not require additional logistical supplies. It can provide yourself with supplies for a long time.

When Fan Yifei came back, Han Zou was already munching on meat, dried meat and rice.

As an experienced scout leader, he made almost all arrangements for this march.

"It's all arranged!" He said to Xiao Cheng.

"Okay, sit down, eat, and rest!" Xiao Cheng pointed to the water next to the fire where he was holding his helmet. It was steaming, and on a wooden skewer, the dried meat was already steaming out.

The oil has a faint aroma that makes people salivate.

Take off the slender cloth bag from your waist, pour the rice noodles into a bamboo bowl, then add boiling water, stir it with two wooden sticks for a while, and a bowl of thick rice noodles will be formed. Put a palm-sized piece into it.

When the meat jerky is placed on top, a sumptuous dinner is complete.

Xiao Cheng took out a roll of paper from his arms, spread it out on the ground, and pointed it out by the light of the fire: "Tomorrow, we still need to go sixty miles and then reach Noutou Mountain. Noutou Mountain is a generous place."

There is an extremely steep mountain peak on the west side of the formation, only about three miles away from the city. Because it is extremely steep, they do not have many troops stationed here. There is only one guard tower with about twenty soldiers."

While Han Yu and Fan Yifei were eating, they stared at the map and listened to Xiao Cheng's explanation.

"Starting from tomorrow, we must be extra careful when marching. As soon as we fly, you lead the people forward and clear all obstacles for the main force. No one will be left alive within the scope of our march!"

Fan Yifei nodded repeatedly, thinking that he didn't know since when, Xiao Zhuanbian started to have the idea of ​​Luo's Ghost Kingdom. Look at how detailed this drawing is! Even the shape of the sentry tower on Goutou Mountain was drawn.

It's definitely not something that has been hastily made.

"In the evening, we will go up to Noutou Mountain, get rid of this sentry tower, and then hang down from Noutou Mountain." At this point, Xiao Cheng grinned and said: "No one in the Grand Formation would have thought that someone could descend from Noutou Mountain.

Launch a large-scale attack on them from this direction?"

"The key is how to get in!" Fan Yifei tore into his meat and said vaguely: "This large square formation is the capital of Luo's Ghost Kingdom. It is similar to our Bianliang City in terms of status, but it is just different in size.

The defense will definitely not be too lax. It will be difficult for thousands of us to crawl in quietly!"

"Who said we have to do it quietly?" Xiao Cheng chuckled and said, "Let's blast in!"

"Blast in?" Fan Yifei blinked, not quite understanding.

Han Zuo's eyes fell on the darkness in the distance. There, there were a dozen guys stripping naked, waiting for everyone to send them the baked clothes! No matter how cold it was,

They didn't take a step near the fire.

What they were carrying was what Xiao Cheng said was the key to breaking into Dafang City.

One day later.

There is still no moon in the sky and the night is dark, but the sentry tower on Kotou Mountain has quietly changed its owner.

More than twenty soldiers of Luo's Ghost Kingdom were wiped on their necks without a sound, and their bodies were thrown into a hole in the woods on the side.

Xiao Cheng stood on the top of the sentry tower, staring at Dafang City below.

After all, it is the core seat of a large clan that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. The entire city with the Grand Array is not particularly large, but it is all built with stone. In terms of this aspect alone, there are really not many cities in the world that can compare.

You know, even if you take a trebuchet outside and aim at the city wall to bombard it, it may not have much effect.

For a city, being small is sometimes not a disadvantage. On the contrary, because it is small, it is easier to defend.

As Fan Yifei said, after all, it is the capital of Luo's Ghost Kingdom. Even late at night, the defense here is still quite tight. Standing here, he can see the bright lights on the towers on all sides, and the teams on the city walls.

There are patrols coming and going, and compared to many big cities in the Song Dynasty, this place is considered to be heavily guarded.

In contrast to the bright lights on the city wall, inside the city, there are large areas of darkness. Only a bright light in the center reflects the row upon row of buildings there.

There is no doubt that that is the core of Dafang City, where Pugui, the leader of Luo's Ghost Kingdom, is located.

This is also Xiao Cheng's goal this time.

On the cliff, the rope has been fixed properly, and several soldiers in advance have descended along the rope. Immediately, the burning incense heads below slowly drew circles, which meant that everything was normal.

"Get off!" Xiao Cheng walked down the sentry tower and gave the order without hesitation.

After going down, there is really no turning back. If you can't succeed, the only way is death.

Fan Yifei took the lead to walk to the rope, took out an iron buckle from his arms, fastened his belt with the rope, then pulled the rope and slid down like an ape.

As an excellent scout, Fan Yifei now has many special tools and weapons that he has never thought of or used before, and these are all brought to them by Xiao Cheng.

Fan Yifei sometimes really couldn't understand why Xiao Cheng knew so much? Is this the power of Jinshi? But there were many Jinshi in the Song Dynasty, so why did Xiao Cheng know so much?

Just like these small gadgets used by soldiers to descend from high altitudes, although they are inconspicuous, they are really useful.

It took a thousand people a very short time to descend from Kotou Mountain to the bottom of the mountain. What seemed like an insurmountable danger to ordinary people, was now as smooth as walking on flat ground in front of them.

Approaching quietly.

The other three sides of the grand phalanx were all bare of nothing, but this side was covered with weeds. The wildly growing small shrubs provided the best cover for their approach.

The other three sides are likely to be attacked by the enemy, so there is nothing to block it. The soldiers on the city can have an unobstructed view. It is this side because it faces the steep Kotou Mountain and it is impossible for any troops to deploy on a large scale.

, here, no one pays attention to it.

Being able to place an outpost and deploy a small force on Goutou Mountain, the person in charge of Dafang City is already very careful.

No one would have thought that an army of thousands of people could be suspended from the top.

Of course, no one would have thought that a team of just over a thousand people would dare to attack Dafang City.

If in normal times, more than a thousand people want to attack Dafang City, they are looking for death.

But now, it's very different.

The war ahead is raging, and it is not going well for Luo's Ghost Kingdom. What annoys Pugui the most is that his eldest son Ji Huo, whom he most admires, led more than 10,000 troops to attack the original Luo Dian Kingdom, but was defeated by his opponent twice.

Defeated three times in succession, losing troops and generals.

In order to take the lead in this war, Pugui himself had some friction with the Zizhou Road side. Ji Huo's failure made his confidence in speaking even weaker.

But no matter what, the dominance cannot be given away. This is related to the issue of profit distribution after the war. In order to help Ji Huo reverse the decline, Pugui gritted his teeth and sent out his own capital to help Ji Huo.

Fortunately, Tang Nu has not made any progress in Juzhou now, the war is still in a stalemate, and Ji Huo still has a chance to turn defeat into victory.

By taking down Luodian, he could launch an attack on Bangzhou from the side and rear, thus assisting Tang Nu in defeating the main force of Qianzhou. After achieving this step, the Luo Clan Ghost Kingdom would be qualified to demand more benefits after the war.

Pugui never thought that Dafang City would be attacked.

"There are still about three thousand troops stationed in Dafang City!" Fan Yifei said in a low voice as he looked at the shadowy guy digging under the city gate in front of him.

"Although Dafang City is not big, it is still a city and the capital of a country!" Xiao Cheng said with a smile: "Three thousand people are stationed in various places. How many people can be spread in each place? Just stay here.

Shouldn’t there be more people in the palace?”

"We have to do it very quickly. We must not let the other side have the opportunity to mobilize enough troops!" Fan Yifei wanted to say something, but he saw the guys digging holes under the city gate suddenly stood up and spread their arms.

His legs rushed towards this direction, and he immediately closed his mouth.

Their movement was not small, and it immediately attracted the attention of a team on the city wall that happened to be patrolling here.

The sound of shouting and scolding was mixed with the sound of arrows piercing the air.

Xiao Cheng squatted on the ground and covered his ears with his hands.

Fan Yifei next to him consciously imitated Xiao Cheng.

When they were on Dog Head Mountain, Xiao Cheng told him how to break open the gate of Dafang City. Although he thought it was a bit weird, Fan Yifei didn't think Xiao Cheng had the time to joke with him.

This signing will always create some miracles.

Fan Yifei also wanted to see what kind of tricks Xiao Dianbian could do with the useless gunpowder weapons that were not uncommon in the Song Dynasty!

Fan Yifei, who was still running around with random thoughts in his mind, felt that his eyes were bright for the next moment, and then the bright light suddenly turned fiery red, mixed with rolling thunder, and rolled towards him overwhelmingly.

He saw flying bricks, dirt, and, of course, the soldiers on the city walls stabbing their hands and feet in the air.

He even clearly saw a flying person suddenly falling apart in the air.

Fan Yifei was a little stunned.

Then he heard Xiao Cheng's roar: "Charge!"

The first one to rush out was Xiao Cheng. The others were just like Fan Yifei, who was momentarily dazed. They didn't react until Xiao Cheng had rushed out several steps.
Chapter completed!