The next day.
The army broke camp and set off.
Just like yesterday, Zhao Yongjin and the others had their hands tied and ropes tied around their waists, like a bunch of grasshoppers strung together...
The army returned to the official road and marched forward, with fully equipped soldiers in front, behind, and on both sides.
The temperature has been dropping recently.
The cracks in the dry ground along the way gradually shrank. As I walked along, the heat wave brushed against my face, no longer as suffocating as before.
However, the slight drop in temperature was only temporary comfort.
This is just a brief respite for people.
Zhao Yongjin followed the army's pace absent-mindedly. He didn't sleep much the whole night and kept wondering in his heart what the purpose of Zhongshan Army coming to Hejian County was.
The young general yesterday called him Mr. Zhao, obviously knowing his identity. Therefore, he thought that after being captured, he would immediately meet the army commander and learn their purpose.
Unexpectedly, a whole night passed without any movement. During this time, except for soldiers coming to distribute dry food, no one paid any attention to this group of "prisoners".
Zhao Yongjin was lost in thought when someone behind him deliberately touched his arm.
He turned his head subconsciously.
He was surrounded by militiamen who were captured along with him. The one who touched him kept winking at him, asking him to look back.
Zhao Yongjin looked in the direction indicated...his pupils shrank slightly, and he froze in place.
They had become prisoners and were being escorted by a group of soldiers to the rear of the army.
And behind them was the logistics team of the Zhongshan Army escorting food and fodder.
There was an army behind the long grain carts, responsible for covering the rear. There were dozens of very eye-catching special carriages, two of which were lined up in parallel in the front row, each pulled by two war horses.
What shocked them was not the food or the specially made carriages, but...
The Zhongshan army actually traveled with war horses!
Zhao Yongjin felt dazed.
As a prominent family, the Zhao family of Hejian naturally had no shortage of carriages and good horses in the past.
But in today's world, even normal poultry is extremely difficult to come across, not to mention war horses that are easily frightened and too large to hide.
Moreover, the horse armor worn by these war horses has unique shapes and is obviously carefully designed by skilled craftsmen.
A thought flashed through Zhao Yongjin's mind: Zhongshan Kingdom is very powerful!
What is their purpose in coming to Hejian County? ! !
The army was clearing out the zombies while on their way.
The scouts ahead detected a large wave of zombies and occasionally stopped to send soldiers with fire chariots and small black balls to deal with them.
Just like the girl said, every zombie killed means one less, and sooner or later the world will be cleared of all monsters.
The army passed the boundary marker between Changshan County and Hejian County and entered Hejian County.
Another step forward...
Zhao Yongjin finally realized that something was wrong. Alarm bells suddenly rang in his heart and his face turned pale in an instant.
This is the road to Zhaoshiwubao.
Could it be that Zhongshan State’s target was them?
Hejian County and Zhongshan are separated by three counties and prefectures. They have never interfered with each other and have never offended each other. Could it be that they... are coming for the Zhao family fort?
Not only him, but the group of Zhao's militiamen also came to their senses and looked at each other, their eyes full of anxious worry.
Everyone's family lives in the fort. This army is powerful and numerous. If the target is really the Zhao family fort...
Everyone thought of the same thing: they had to find a way to escape and go back to inform people as soon as possible!
Qin Shan walked on the left side of the captives. He followed the girl's instructions and was responsible for keeping an eye on the group of people. He took in everything but pretended that he saw nothing.
At the time of Xu.
The army ahead entered the overnight shelter found by the scouts.
After entering Hejian County, there are almost no zombies along the way, so traveling at night actually has little impact.
But it was still three days' journey to Zhao's Fort, and the soldiers needed to rest and maintain a good spirit to deal with the next battle.
An army of ten thousand men is very long.
The troops in front had just stopped when messengers ran back and forth, conveying the arrangements to the captains of each unit. "The general has ordered us to rest here tonight."
After receiving the order, the captains of each group led their soldiers to set up temporary camps.
The rest who were not on duty could rest, or go and collect firewood to make a fire if they needed to cook.
Seeing the time was right, Zhao Yongjin suddenly squatted down, holding his stomach, and said, "Sir, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet..."
Qin Shan and the surrounding soldiers watched silently for a while, all with expressions that were difficult to describe.
As if they were fools?
This acting skill is not even one tenth of that of the girl.
"Oh, sir... I feel so dizzy, have I gotten sunstroke..." One of the militiamen suddenly fell down, holding his forehead and began to scream.
Seeing this, the people tied up behind him began to act accordingly.
He lay on the ground, groaning, either because of stomachache, leg pain, cold, heatstroke, or urinary urgency...
Anyway, there is no place on my body that feels comfortable.
Qin Shan didn't move, and neither did the soldiers around him.
Just watch them perform quietly.
"Sir, I'm so anxious that I can't hold it back any longer..." Zhao Yongjin couldn't help but feel anxious. This young general was so frugal with words that he didn't say a word.
Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to Zhao's Fort, it would be too late if they didn't find a way to escape.
"Commander Qin, you should order someone to take him far away to deal with the problem, so that he won't get sick from suffocation." Gong Liulang raised his eyelids and spoke softly.
He and Zhang Yuanyan were in charge of logistics. Their temporary camps on both sides were right next to each other, and they witnessed this clumsy performance from beginning to end.
Zhao Yongjin felt a glimmer of hope when he heard this.
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