Chapter 85 (1/2)

Starting from Hanyang city on March 15 in the early summer, it has only taken ten days to arrive thirty miles away from Hanyang city with 80000 troops of King mo.

At dusk on March 25th.

For the first time, Xiao mubai ordered to camp in place and have a good rest.

He took several generals in a small circle and was discussing tactics.

Although I didn't understand at the beginning of summer, I listened carefully.

Just when he heard Xiao mubai's proposal to arrange a person to bring information in and attack inside and outside the city, he was about to introduce himself in early summer, but he heard a familiar hawk.

The heartstrings of early summer trembled.

Bian Ding is coming

At the beginning of summer, he calmed his mind. As soon as he got up, he saw that Han SA rushed out like an arrow from the string.

He hurriedly said to Xiao mubai, ”my man.”

After hearing this, Xiao mubai shouted in the direction of cold Sa: ”come back.”

Han SA fell in response and retreated to one side.

At the beginning of summer, after thinking for a while, he whispered to Xiao mubai, ”that's my dark guard. There should be news from the city. Do you want to listen to it together?”

Since Xiao mubai showed a trace of interest last time, but was not satisfied by the beginning of summer, he hasn't paid attention to him in the past two days.

Until now, Xiao mubai's face was gentle for two minutes, nodded, ordered the generals to discuss first, got up and followed him to the dense forest in early summer.

When there was no one around, early summer whispered, ”come down. Now his Highness the king of ink is not an outsider.”

Although Bian Ding was unwilling, he jumped down immediately.

He raised his hand in the direction of the king of ink at the beginning of summer, which can be regarded as a parallel gift to the king of ink.

”What about the city?” At the beginning of summer, he asked directly.

”The city is not broken, young master. Don't worry.” Bian Ding settled his mind first, then stretched out his hand to release the water bag around his waist in early summer, drank it in one gulp, and then continued to talk about what had happened in the past ten days.

It was two days ago that Bian Ding received the letter that Hu Jun camped 500 miles away.

Zhao Xingwen and Zhao Xingwu took people to dig the horse pit and asked Zhao Jiajun's people to retreat and continue to dig the trap 300 miles away.

Zhao Xingwen and Zhao Xingwu, with a thousand Qingcheng Guard troops, ambushed on both sides, waiting for a direct assault.

Before long, Hu Jun's forward cavalry galloped into the horse pit.

The horse's legs were broken on the spot, and the cavalry were thrown away by inertia.

Duan ganguanshi, a general in Hu Jun, ordered to stop moving and check the traps.

At this time, Zhao Xingwen and Zhao Xingwu rushed out from both sides of the road, each with 500 people, fighting against Hu Jun.

Duan Gan Guanshi was about to give an order, and Bian Ding drew a sword from the tree and stabbed it.

The sword is like a white snake spitting out letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and walking around like a swimming dragon.

The edge is regular and light like a swallow, rises with a sword, sometimes suddenly like lightning, and the fallen leaves fall.

For a time, silver lights frequently appeared in the suburbs of Hanyang.

Ten miles around.

Hu people, rivers of blood.

Bian Ding took the lead and left in a flutter. Zhao Xingwen and Zhao Xingwu also retreated decisively and did not love war at all.