The private soldiers of the Yongzhou camps were originally not conspicuous, but now they gathered together, they are definitely a force that cannot be ignored. At least in terms of quantity.

However, Zhao Dongting and Zhang Jue had no intention of attacking Hengshanzhai before the chaos arrived.

As letters were constantly delivered to the camp, the two of them were still sitting upright on the Diaoyutai.

On this day, the scout who came to report was the one who went out to explore the tour.

The scout ran into Zhang Jue's tent and reported to Zhang Jue: "Master, there are more than 2,000 rebels in the north, only twenty miles away from our camp!"

Then, scouts kept reporting to his commander's tent, almost in a constant stream.

"Master General, the rebels in the north are only fifteen miles away from our camp!"

"Master, there are also rebels coming to the west, and there are about seventeen miles away from our army's camp!"

"Master General, more than a thousand rebels are gathering towards our army thirty miles north!"

In the tent of the coach, Zhang Jue, Jun Tianfang, Zhao Dongting, Yue Yue, Hong Wutian and Kumano were all inside.

Listening to the successive reports of these scouts, even Jun Tianfang, Yue Yue and others showed a slight worry on their faces.

Although these rebels are not large in number per share, they add up to a little bit of a fool.

However, Zhao Dongting's smile became stronger and stronger, and he became more and more calm.

He just played chess and drank with Hong Wutian and others, and did not have the awareness of facing a big battle at all.

As the rebels got closer and closer to the camp, even Zhang Jue was a little restless, "Master, do we really need to be prepared?"

"Enough."

Zhao Dongting chuckled and said, "There are enough trenches outside the city. Military aircraft only need to use the bullets of the soldiers and bomb the sky detonator enough."

Zhang Jue was a little puzzled, but he could only nod.

He didn't know what was strange about the trenches that Zhao Dongting asked his soldiers to dig outside the camp.

After all, in this era, there are very few examples of trench combat, unless it is a moat.

In the city, Zhao Bing has now arrived at the top of the city.

However, unlike two days ago, in addition to doubts in his eyes, there is also a faint joy that cannot be concealed.

In the past two days, the Song army outside the city did not attack the city, which made his army siege.

Of course he knew that Song Jun was doing it intentionally, but he also felt that Zhang Jue was too arrogant.

Does Zhang Jue think that 20,000 imperial guards can definitely block his nearly 40,000 soldiers?

Zhao Bing was secretly ruthless in his heart, wanting to make Zhang Jue pay the price for his arrogance.

"Flying Army?"

Zhao Bing sneered in his heart, "Zhang Jue, don't think that if you have the Flying Army, you can be invincible."

Shuzhong has been in contact with him for a long time. Obviously, there are also hot air balloons in this Hengshan Village. However, Zhao Bing has hardly mentioned this matter to anyone.

Originally, there was a mysterious army of thousands of people in the deep mountains outside Hengshan Village, which was quite mysterious. It was only occasionally circulated among the people, and it is said that a woodcutter had met it.

The people naturally cannot make a conclusion whether it is true or false.

But in fact, this army really exists, and it is the private soldiers raised by King Guang Zhao Bing.
Chapter completed!