Everyone's eyes were focused on the rugged mountain road to the north.

The winter sun is good, standing on the top of Jingjun Mountain, condescending, with open eyes, and the scenery in the distance can be seen very clearly.

Faintly, you can see the flag fluttering, but the distance is very far, and you can't see the flag clearly, and the little people, just like ants, are densely packed, moving slowly on the nine-curved thin line.

The air on the top of the mountain immediately became solemn, and there was a kind of depression that bordered on suffocation.

Before encountering the enemy, whether it was the oath before the war, or the determination before the war, they were all full of confidence and passion, but once they really entered the battle, the atmosphere changed instantly, no matter how strong the soldier was, he also had tense moments, not to mention, these soldiers led by Liu Yin were the first time to set foot on the real battlefield.

Having not experienced the baptism of blood and fire, these soldiers are still very immature, maybe after this decisive battle, they will become mature, right?

Liu Yin didn't care about the nervousness and uneasiness of these soldiers under him, everyone will go through this process for the first time, I remember the first time I performed the task in my previous life, my heart was pounding, and the marksmanship of the hundred shots in the usual training actually missed the first shot, but fortunately, I quickly adjusted my mentality and completed the task excellently.

Liu Yin believes that as long as they enter the brutal fighting, the tension of the soldiers in the first battle will disappear, and the more fierce the battle, the more the soldiers' blood will boil, and the fighting spirit hidden in the body will be completely stimulated.

Liu Yin sat on a stone leisurely and waved his hand casually, asking everyone to relax and do a good job of concealment.

"Wei Bing is still far away, at least tonight will not reach Jingjun Mountain, everyone should eat, sleep, recuperate, want to teach these guys who don't know the height of the sky, you have to wait for tomorrow."

Liu Yin's relaxed tone made the surrounding soldiers laugh, and the solemn atmosphere eased in an instant.

Now seeing the vanguard of the Wei soldiers, it does not mean that the Wei soldiers will attack soon, Liu Yin has a visual inspection, the straight-line distance of these Wei soldiers is about ten miles away, the mountain road is winding, they must be at least thirty miles away from Jingjun Mountain, and it is enough to rush to the foot of Jingjun Mountain before dark.

The real war, at least tomorrow, will have to be.

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The first to arrive at the foot of Jingjun Mountain was the first camp led by Deng Zhonghe Shi Suo.

Along the way, the 5,000 Xiandeng battalions led by Deng Zhong can be said to have endured enough hardships, they are not only the vanguard path-finding troops, but also the engineering troops who repair bridges and roads, walking in the cliffs and valleys. In addition to the occasional entry of the Qiang hunters who hunted in the deep mountains, the Yinping trail was just a dangerous path infested by wild beasts, and the Wei army wanted to pass, and many sections had to dig mountain passages and make bridges, and this arduous and glorious task naturally fell on the head of the first camp.

Deng Zhong's first camp, the selection of all are strong and sturdy soldiers, when going out, all unloaded, only wear linen single clothes, reduce the weight of the body to a minimum, in addition to the necessary weapons such as swords, arrows, guns and shields, the first camp carries the most axes, chisels, saws and shovels these tools, for the use of opening mountains and bridges.

Seven hundred miles of Yinping Trail, they have already completed four-fifths of the way, the degree of difficulty in crossing this treacherous mountain and bad water, far beyond everyone's expectations, including the most determined Deng Ai, was also deeply shocked by such a steep and difficult mountain road.

But at this time, Deng Ai has no way to retreat, the lack of food and grass has put this army in a desperate situation, it is impossible to retreat, and then go back five hundred miles, and almost starve to death before returning to Yinping, only by walking out of the Yinping trail and entering the Shuzhong Plain, they have the opportunity to fight the enemy for food, and snatching food from the Shu army or the people of Shu is their only way out.

For this reason, Deng Ai had already issued several military orders to Deng Zhong and Shi Su, who had ascended to the camp first, urging them to speed up their march and be sure to get out of the Yinping Trail and take Jiangyou Pass within three days.

Deng Zhong held his father's handwritten message, and he really felt a little like crying without tears. Deng Zhong was originally tall and strong, with big shoulders and a round waist, but in the past ten days, he has lost forty or fifty pounds, his cheekbones are high, his eye sockets are deep, his beard is as messy as a weed, and the robe on his body has been broken into wisps, purely as if he climbed out of Savage Mountain.

The soldiers of the first battalion under his command were even more miserable, and the long march and labor made these strong men like frosted eggplants - wilted, exhausted, staggered, and even more ragged, and many of them were bare-chested and unclothed.

This is like an army, if it weren't for the weapons in their hands, they might be regarded as a begging team called Hanako.

However, these people look quite miserable, and none of them who may have survived until now are not lucky, and when they first set off from the camp, they were a full 5,000 strong, and when they arrived at the foot of Jingjun Mountain, there were less than 3,000 people left, and nearly half of the soldiers were buried forever in this barren mountain range.

Some fell off a cliff by accident and died, some died of hard work, some died of miasma, and some died of hunger, cold, and starvation...... All in all, in this death march, the first battalion suffered the heaviest losses, nearly half of the non-combat attrition, coupled with extreme exhaustion, and when they reached the foot of the Jing army, they were already at the end of their crossbows.

"Major General, how about camping on the top of the hill in front tonight?" Shi Su pointed to Jingjun Mountain and said to Deng Zhongdao, and Deng Ai ordered to speed up the march, so that they could at least rush to the top of the mountain and camp again.

Deng Zhong looked at the crumbling sunset, the winter was short, seeing that the night was about to fall, and then at the exhausted soldiers, he shook his head and said: "Forget it, choose a wide place to camp, rest for the night, and hurry tomorrow morning." ”

Shi Su frowned and said, "The military order of the governor requires us to rush to Jiangyou within three days, and if the military order is delayed, you and I can't afford to bear it." ”

Deng Zhong smiled bitterly and said: "General Shi, in your opinion, with the current state of the army, can you still climb these ten miles of mountain roads?" ”

Shi Su also shook his head helplessly, now that the physical strength of the entire Xiandeng camp had been exhausted to the extreme, it was almost impossible to cross this difficult mountain road, so he had to agree with Deng Zhong's opinion and set up camp on a dry river valley.