Gu Qi, she just wants to farm

Chapter 549

The army stayed in the city of Yushan County for too long. Seeing that the situation was barely suppressed, Wang Hu prepared to break out of the camp regardless of the wind and rain for several days.

Zhang Wenfang, the leader of the Flying Eagle Army, disagreed a little. He left the city of Yushan County and arrived at Yushan after another [-] miles.There is only one official road here, which is built around Yushan Mountain. There is a section of it that is surrounded by mountains on one side and a cliff on the other. It is half a mile long. People call this place Yamawangkou, and the danger is self-evident.

Zhang Wenfang had already noticed that the chaos in Yushan County must be caused by other people's intervention. Now that he looked at the Yan Wangkou on the map, he felt even more inappropriate.

"If there is an ambush here, the army will suffer heavy losses, and you must not travel this mountain path on a rainy day."

Wang Hu didn't take it seriously: "Our three armies are invincible in all parts of Yubei, and no one can dare to oppose our army here."

Xiao Wang Ming, Zhao Man, the leader of the Baiyang Sect, was thoughtful, and after a moment of silence, he said: "The three armies have been delayed for more than a month in Yushan County, and we can't stay any longer, otherwise I'm afraid we won't be able to reach Chongqing before winter comes. South."

Yubei is barren, and even if the army searches for silver and grain all the way, there is still not enough food and grass, not to mention the available horses to deposit silver.Under such circumstances, wanting to march in the cold winter is just a dream.

"So what if you can't go to Yunan." Zhang Wenfang reached out and ordered some tea: "I heard that Yuzhong is now prosperous in commerce and trade, and it is no worse than Yunan. If our army can take Yuzhong, it will definitely increase its strength. After that, we can rest and recuperate until the spring of next year." Wouldn't it be safer to go south again?"

Zhang Wenfang was born as a literati, and before he became a bandit, he had to study hard for ten years. If it weren't for the bad luck that failed the rankings one after another, and it happened that his family suffered successive disasters, Zhang Wenfang would not have had no choice but to forge a gang of reckless people by chance and finally established The Flying Eagle Army dominated Yubei.

And it is precisely because Zhang Wenfang's previous family background was decent and he wanted to take the road of becoming an official that he was more in awe of the imperial court than the other two armies.

If there is a choice, Zhang Wenfang does not want to make an enemy of the regular army of the imperial court so soon.Only Yubei is indeed barren and not a place to stay for a long time. According to Zhang Wenfang's thinking, today's Yuzhong is the best choice for the three armed forces.

It's a pity that other people think differently from Zhang Wenfang.

King Xiaoming pointed out something: "General Zhang wants to cultivate his reputation in Yuzhong and expand his military strength, or he wants to keep Yuzhong and occupy it. This way, he will not confront the imperial guards. General Zhang is really good at planning."

Wang Hu raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "Could it be that the Flying Eagle Army is afraid of the dogs that the imperial court left in Yunan."

Zhang Wenfang really didn't want to confront the court guards, but this cannot be said in the open. After all, the army went south to fight in the name of 'Heaven is dead, and Huang Tian should stand'. If anyone dares to say it in the open To say that the rebel army is not as good as the court guard army is not to let the army's morale loose.

Seeing that Zhang Wenfang was not talking, Wang Hu was in a good mood. He slapped the table with his thick palm, and the teacup on the table fell in shock: "Since the two of you have no objections, the army will set off early tomorrow morning."
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"Is the general insane? This ghostly weather broke camp and marched."

On the mountain road, a small team of scouts who were in charge of exploring the road couldn't help wrapping up their single clothes. It was already late autumn, and the cold wind was biting, and the cheeks were sore.

The one who spoke was that the scout soldier was only 13 years old, and his nickname was Caitou. He was selected into the scout team because he was clever and he was rare among the victims without night blindness, and was used by the army to find the way.

(End of this chapter)