The setting sun sets, and the afterglow is golden.

On the weed avenue between the mountains, more than ten fast horses galloped past, and then suddenly stood in front of a dead tree.

"You, go west!"

"You, Northwest!"

"You, Southeast!"

“…”

The leader had four flags inserted diagonally on his back, and ordered to play, throw one of them heavily on the ground, "Return fifty miles and gather here in half an hour!"

Then, more than ten riders ran away in dispersion.

This is the scout of the Southern Song army's stroke.

The army moved forward, and the scouts headed for dozens of miles to investigate the situation. This was an indispensable link in ancient wars.

For scouts like this, the Southern Song army often sent more than ten waves at the same time.

If a large army needs to be stationed, it must not be too far away from the enemy, otherwise there will be danger of being attacked.

Time passed slowly, and half a man high black flag stood on the grass, swaying.

Tens of minutes later, soldiers returned one after another, all covered in dust.

But the scout ten-master was reluctant to come back.

As the half-hour time limit was getting closer, the scouts showed a slight anxiety on their faces.

"Will the captain meet the Yuan army?"

"The time has not come yet, don't talk nonsense!"

"That's right, the commander is lucky and loyal, and he is an old soldier. How could something happen?"

However, as time passed, the anxiety and worry on the faces of the soldiers gradually became stronger.

"The time is here!"

"Why has the Soldier Commander not come back yet!"

"What should we do?"

"Why wait?"

"No, the military order is like a mountain, we will go back to the camp first!"

"Walk!"

The soldiers looked into the direction where the tenth husband left, with expectations in their eyes, but helpless.

A soldier took the lead in tying his horse and rushed towards the army behind him.

The scout was extremely dangerous. He had been in the army for several years and had seen many brothers never return.

When the other soldiers saw him plucking the horses, they turned around and left.

Only one soldier stayed in place, still looking at the end of the road. The tenth husband was his biological brother.

After a few minutes, the end of the road was always empty. Tears flowed out from his eyes, flowed across his cheeks, mixed with dust, and it became extremely turbid before it landed.

There are four brothers in his family, three of whom join the army. He is the third brother. The second brother died in the battle in Qiongzhou. The fourth brother is at home to serve his parents. Now, it seems that the eldest brother can't come back.

He turned over and dismounted, slowly pulled up the black flag on the ground, gritted his teeth, and then got on the horse again, ready to leave.

This is the sadness of being born in a chaotic world. He has no choice. Even if he wants to clean up his body for his elder brother, it is impossible.

Just at this moment, yellow dust suddenly filled the end of the road.

He looked at it intently and a fast horse galloped over.

"Brother!"

He shouted excitedly.

However, at this time, countless yellow dust flew over the end of the road, and dozens of riders roared.

Judging from their flags, they are clearly the Yuan army.

The ten-husband led dozens of meters and shouted to his younger brother: "Run quickly!"

The soldiers stood still.

The tenth prince shouted again: "Run quickly! Report to the general, there are ambushers thirty miles ahead! The number of people is unknown!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell off his horse.

On his back, there were two bright arrows, and the feathers were still shaking.

"Brother!"

The soldiers shouted.

The tenth prince was not dead yet, so he looked up and waved, "Go away..."

The Yuan army caught up with him, and several spears instantly stabbed him through.

"Brother!"

The soldiers cried out again, quickly plucked their horses and turned around and galloped.

The scenery in front of me seemed a little blurry.

This was tears wet both eyes.

The brother died in front of him, which made him feel more heartbroken than if he didn't come back. If the brother didn't come back, at least he would still have some hope in his heart.

"drive!"

"drive!"

The Yuan army behind him was still chasing him, and he was unwilling to let him go.

The soldiers only felt that the spears seemed to be pressing on their backs, and kept whipping the whip and whipping the war horse under their seats, allowing tears to flow.

He must go back to report the enemy situation that the eldest brother discovered to him.

Two rays of yellow dust disappeared in an instant.

The sun is getting lower and lower, as if hanging on the tip of a low mountain in the distance.

The soldiers looked at it and suddenly remembered the sesame cakes made by their mother. They were also so golden and delicious.

When I was young, my two brothers always snatched him. Now, no one at home is competing with me anymore, right?

Until the setting sun was left with only a trace of afterglow, a dark army finally appeared in front of him. This army was like dark clouds in the sky.

A few dozen meters behind, the Yuan army soldiers stopped and took a look, then hurriedly turned around and rode away.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The soldiers rushed straight into the army, holding black flags and kept shouting.

There were several traces on his face, as if it was crawling by earthworms, and it was left by tears flowing through them, wiping away the dust.

When they arrived at the imperial guards formation in front of the hall, the soldiers rushed to the centurion and rolled down from the horse. "Captain, there are Yuan army ambushing forty miles north, and the number of people is unknown."

The centurion saw him covered in dust and pulled him out of the ground, "Where is your brother?"

The soldier gritted his teeth and said, "Brother was killed by the Yuan army."

The centurion was stunned, "You brothers, you have been with me for more than three years..."

As he said that, he patted the soldiers on the shoulders, "You go and rest first. On the battlefield, I ask my brothers to kill a few more Yuan troops to avenge your brother."

The soldier nodded and left with his horse.

His tears were already drying out from the wilderness forty miles away.

"The old brothers back then, now there are only you and me left..."

The centurion looked at his departure back, sighed in a voice that only he could hear clearly, then turned over and ran towards the front of the military formation.

Until Su Quandang in the front, he dismounted and reported: "General, there are Yuan army ambushing forty miles north, and the number of people is unknown."

"Um."

Su Quandang nodded softly and gave a few instructions to the personal soldiers beside him. The personal soldiers galloped to the central army guards and ran to the personal army formation.

In this short period of time, several waves of sentencing soldiers had already run to Zhao Dongting's chariot.

They told the Feilong soldiers outside the chariot that they had found, and the Feilong soldiers ran to the chariot to report to it.

As for the ten-master who died in battle, his death could not even be heard from the thousand-master. The centurion would only report it to the soldiers in charge of the roster, and then the soldiers cut off his name on it.

In the carriage, Zhao Dongting was sitting in the middle, Qin Han was sitting on the right, and Le Wuchen sat on the left side of Zhao Dongting with a sword, about two steps away.

When Zhao Dongting heard the report outside, he looked at Qin Han and said, "Three waves of spies have already discovered the canyon ahead and there are ambushers."

This was the tenth day they left Haikang County.

Now the army has arrived in Tengzhou.
To be continued...