To the west of the Poisonous Mist Forest, in the direction of Kawara Province.

A mighty army entered the territory of Anluo Province and marched towards Xiyun City along the dusty edge of the Poison Mist Forest.

Judging from their banners, they were the troops from Biping City that Chen Ze had been paying attention to.

This army advanced in a hurry, but its formation did not break up during the march. The front, middle and rear armies were in the shape of an arrow. They were clearly separated but closely connected with the front and rear. If they encountered an enemy situation, they could respond at any time.

This shows that this is a well-trained and elite soldier.

In front of the Chinese army formation, there is another Yang-character flag with a blue wave background. People around Biping City can recognize it. This is the exclusive flag of the city lord Yang Siming.

Yang Siming, the lord of Biping City, was at the core of the Chinese army at this time.

His figure was already thin, but after putting on a suit of custom-made armor, his whole figure looked like a sharp spear pointing straight into the sky, looking around him with unparalleled sharpness.

It can be seen from the badge on his chest that his military rank is Wuyang Sanmang, which is the third-level governor.

As the army moved forward, Yang Siming's sharp eyes occasionally flashed with anxiety, and he even looked into the distance several times, revealing the urgency in his heart.

Bo'an is in danger, this is the news Yang Siming received five days ago.

In the past, Yang Siming accompanied General Zheng Yuanyun to fight in all directions, and was rescued many times. The two had a life-long friendship, so as soon as he received the letter asking for help, he immediately selected his troops and was the first.

A reinforcement force sent from other provinces to Anluo Province.

After a quick march, Yang Siming shortened the journey that should have taken three days to two. At this moment, Xiyun City was in sight, but he was not satisfied with the speed, and the urgency in his brows was still strong.

"Report!"

"Reporting to the Lord of the City, there are troops stationed at the edge of the Poison Mist Forest two miles ahead!"

The scout's report made Yang Siming's already frowning frown deepen.

"Where's the army?"

"Sir, the other party didn't display any flags. It looks like they are troops from Xiyun City, numbering around 10,000 people!"

the scout asked.

"From Xiyun City?"

Yang Siming's eyebrows frowned directly into the word "Sichuan", and the light in his eyes flickered.

"impossible!"

After a moment, he said decisively: "At this time, Xiyun City should have sent troops to Bo'an. How can there be tens of thousands of troops here?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand fiercely, and the ordering soldiers next to him saw clearly. They stood on a high place and waved their order flags. Within a moment, the three armies at the front, middle and rear stopped in unison.

With just one movement, the three armies paused. The swords and shields in the front line were raised forward, the archers stood behind the shields, bows and arrows, and the cavalry troops on both sides moved upon hearing the wind, patrolling back and forth.

From marching to guarding, it only takes a few breaths to complete, which is evident from the training.

Yang Siming's face didn't show any complacency. For him, this was something he was used to. Instead, his stern eyebrows furrowed deeper.

"Sir, someone is coming over there!"

As soon as the formation was formed, the front line saw more than ten people riding fast horses heading towards them, and they quickly reported to Yang Siming.

Yang Siming was also riding his horse from the Chinese army to the front line. While his subordinates were reporting, he also saw the galloping horses.

After a while, when the person came closer, Yang Siming could even see that the leader was actually a thin boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. In the sunlight, the two-yang and one-ray badge on the other person's chest was quite eye-catching.

"First-class counselor?"

Seeing his military rank, Yang Siming's expression became even weirder. When he glanced around again, he saw that except for this young man, everyone else had no military rank.

The visitor was none other than Chen Ze.

After receiving the report from the scouts, he knew that the reinforcements from Biping City had arrived. At this time, the battle in the Poison Mist Forest was not over yet. In order not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings, he chose to lead the troops over first.

Furthermore, the Poison Mist Forest has been regarded by Chen Ze as a hunting ground for his military exploits. Naturally, he does not want to be given a share of the pie by the people in Biping City. Moreover, this piece of delicious food is for him to eat, but others are dispensable.

That kind of.

"Who is coming!"

Without waiting for Yang Siming's order, archers had already shot at the enemy's position to prevent them from getting too close. At the same time, someone shouted sharply.

Chen Ze reined in the horse's head. During this period of training, his equestrian skills had improved greatly. He clasped his fists on the horse and said, "Chen Ze, counselor of Xiaxiyun City, would you like to ask if your army belongs to Biping City?"

While asking questions, he also quickly found his target, the armored general who was protected by sword and shield hands.

"You said you are from Xiyun City, do you have proof?"

Yang Siming looked at him coldly, and the expression on his face became a little more fierce.

"Here is the military plane token. If you don't believe me, feel free to take a look at it!"

Chen Ze had known that he had this question, so he showed the military plane token in his hand.

Yang Siming raised his head for a moment, and his own soldiers rushed forward to take the token from Chen Ze's hand, then returned to the formation and handed it to the commander respectfully.

"Is it really the Xiyun military aircraft order?"

After only one glance at it, Yang Siming suddenly raised his eyebrows. With his knowledge, he could tell the authenticity of this order with just one glance, and he couldn't help but become more suspicious.

"Let them come over."

The two sides were separated by dozens of meters, and it was extremely inconvenient to have to rely on shouting to talk. Yang Siming waved his hand to let him go.

Chen Ze was not afraid either. He ordered the Xuanjia elites who came with him to wait where they were, and he rode his horse alone to the front of the opponent's formation.

"Where did you get this order?"

Yang Siming's eyes never left Chen Ze's military rank badge, and his suspicion was undisguised.

"This order was originally given to me by Mr. Jing, the officer in charge of the military aircraft. Later, it was also approved by the city lord Mr. Zheng. Otherwise, I would not be able to get these many troops."

Chen Ze smiled and didn't mind the other party's cross-examination at all. In fact, if he delayed a little longer, he would be able to gain more military exploits, so he was naturally happy to answer his questions.

"Yes, you are just a counselor. As usual, you can only lend out 500 troops. Without the permission of the Military Aircraft Department, you really can't lead so many troops. But the problem is..."

Yang Siming looked at Chen Ze coldly and said word by word: "What are you doing here?"

"Sir, this is the edge of the Poison Mist Forest. I will lead the troops here... naturally to suppress the bandits."

Chen Ze answered honestly.

"Suppressing bandits?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Siming's beard and hair stood out, and he said angrily: "Now that Bo'an is in danger, if you don't go to support the front line, what kind of bandits are you here to suppress?"

"What is your relationship with Zheng Yuanlong? How can he allow you to mess around here?"

"this……"

Chen Ze touched his nose and sighed helplessly. He couldn't explain it, so he had to explain it from beginning to end again.

"Sir, it's a long story, could you please take a moment to speak?"

In short, it was just stalling for time, and Chen Ze didn't care, but it was hard to talk about important military matters in front of the battle line, so he said this.

"Borrow a step?"

Yang Siming said angrily: "What can I say to this general and a little counselor like you?"

"Bo'an is in trouble. Anluo's subordinates should have given full support, but you are messing around here with tens of thousands of troops. It is really unreasonable!"
Chapter completed!