It wasn't until the sun moved to the top of the mountain that we set up camp again.

After one year of training in the Tiger Cavalry Army, which has strict military disciplines, the probation camp is no longer the casual appearance it once was.

Even if it is a temporary camp, trenches must be dug and tents set up in accordance with military requirements.

As night fell, the camp quickly became quiet, and the soldiers who had been tired for a day couldn't wait to rest.

Zhu Ju didn't sleep. He had a charcoal pencil and a notebook in his hand to record some thoughts.

Even if the campus of the Tiger Cavalry Army is large enough, it can allow the Armored Cavalry Army to charge back and forth.

But what happens on the battlefield is not just fighting in front of the battle line.

More, everything behind the formation.

To give the simplest example:

For example, the speed of the two armies' march may be enough to change the outcome on the battlefield.

The marching speed of an armored cavalry army with four cavalry and four mules is definitely different from the marching speed of one cavalry and one mule.

It’s not like you can get data just by training on the school field.

Although the Han Dynasty has also given out a lot of data, the authenticity still needs to be verified personally.

Moreover, although most of the sons and daughters from the trainee camp were loyal and loyal, they were still young and inexperienced.

I'm afraid it's hard to compare with the elite tiger and wolf troops under Feng Duhu.

Therefore, Zhu Ju knew that he could not blindly copy the practices and rules of the Han army.

You still have to have practices and rules that suit Da Wu’s actual situation.

What was recorded in the notebook were all his experiences of what he saw, heard, and thought when he was in the Han Dynasty.

After he finished writing down his thoughts about the internship camp today, he looked back at what he had written before. When he put the notebook away, the moon was already halfway up.

Although it is not yet the fifteenth day, the moon on the twelfth day of the twelfth day is still dust-free on a clear summer night, casting a layer of clear light on the earth.

Just when Zhu Ju was about to fall asleep, he heard rapid footsteps outside the tent and someone whispered at the tent door:

"General, there's a situation!"

When Zhu Ju heard this, he immediately lost all sleepiness: "Let's talk after we come in."

The soldiers on duty entered the account and reported:

"General, there is movement outside the camp. There are at least a dozen riders, and there are shouts and shouts. It seems like they are fighting."

"Huh?" Zhu Ju's heart tightened, "Fight?"

A force that can organize dozens of knights to fight at night cannot be underestimated.

Back then, Gan Xing, with his hundreds of cavalry, was able to rob the camp of hundreds of thousands of Cao's thieves at night, causing great chaos.

In this camp of only 500 people, if one person is not guarded, and dozens of riders are really going to rush in, chaos is bound to happen.

"Let the people on duty be prepared. The rest of the people are not allowed to move without receiving military orders. Anyone who violates this will be killed!"

Zhu Ju directly ordered, "Come here, put on my armor!"

The camp of 500 people was not that big. Under the protection of several personal guards, Zhu Ju came to the edge of the camp and looked out, and saw silhouettes of people not far away.

Under the moonlight, he could even clearly see the weapon reflecting the moonlight.

However, Zhu Ju felt relieved when he saw the situation outside the camp.

After all, he was a man who had led troops into battle before, so he knew that attacking the camp under the thin moon and stars was not a good choice.

Not to mention that the other party didn't seem to be targeting him, but was trying to surround a man in white.

the reason is simple.

Zhu Ju chose this place to set up camp, and it was natural that he did so carefully. Even if he wanted to attack by force, this direction was not a good choice.

Because of the terrain, you can have a commanding view from the camp.

"Witch, you can't escape anymore, why don't you hurry up and capture me?"

Only a disdainful sneer was heard, and then a clear voice came:

"If the terrain here hadn't changed, do you really think you could catch me?"

The voice was not only clear and clear, but also had an air of arrogance that kept strangers away:

"And don't you think that if you catch up with me, you can do anything to me?"

When Zhu Ju heard this, he secretly felt ashamed. It seemed that he had built a temporary camp and blocked the opponent's way, so he was overtaken.

Come to think of it, further north along the Qinzhi Road is Qiaoshan.

If you enter Qiaoshan, a densely forested area, it will be difficult to chase people.

"Witch, you are just alone. Now you are surrounded by us. Do you still want to escape?"

"I advise you to hand over your belongings obediently and come back with us..."

Before he finished speaking, someone shouted and interrupted him:

"Shut up!"

The clear voice had a hint of ridicule, and even raised the volume, as if he was deliberately saying it for everyone to hear:

"What? Feng Mingwen is also the Central Protector after all. Is he still a secretive person who doesn't even dare to mention his name?"

"Or is it because he is afraid that it will be revealed that he is an abandoned member of my Xiaoyao sect and his reputation in the world will be ruined?"

"Shut up, you witch! Stop slandering the Protector of Zhong..."

"Hahaha," as if he heard some big joke, the clear voice finally laughed sarcastically:

"The foolish people in the world are nothing more than ants in the eyes of my Xiaoyao sect. A mere outcast can make you treat you like a god just by relying on a few secret books stolen from me. It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Feng Mingwen?

Abandoned member of Xiaoyao Sect?

Secret book?

…

Zhu Ju, who was standing in the dark and eavesdropping, was shaken and felt as if he had come into contact with a huge secret.

His name is Feng Mingwen and he happens to be the Protector of the Central Government. There seems to be only one person in the world, right?

Feng Mingwen is a disciple of the Shan family, and his knowledge is profound and unpredictable.

The world only knew that he was a disciple of a secret mountain sect who came out to join the world, but they didn't expect that he was an abandoned disciple?

This this……

At this thought, Zhu Ju's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Stop talking nonsense, witch, and quickly hand over the things you stole from the general's mansion."

Although more than a dozen people surrounded the woman in white, they seemed to be extremely wary of each other and did not dare to approach easily. They just kept threatening her.

"What a joke! These things are secrets that are not told in my sect. I came out this time just to take these things back into the sect. Why did I steal them?"

"When it comes to stealing, Feng Mingwen is the one who stole the secret of my family, right?"

An untold secret?

What could be called an untold secret by these sects?

Zhu Ju suddenly thought of a possibility. It couldn't be the legendary... "Wu'an Jun's Art of War", right?
Chapter completed!