The general wearing armored horse stood on the high slope with a solemn face, staring at the army advancing south like a fossil. The few cavalry behind him knew they were staff officers and followers, a few meters apart, and they all held their breath, fearing that they were disturbing the marshal who seemed to be thinking about something.

To be honest, Kunbo was quite satisfied with his subordinates' operational efficiency. Although he had to withdraw from the cloud due to financial and logistical reasons, the wealth he had gained from the cloud was enough to offset the consumption of the last time he sent troops south. This not only made His Majesty quite satisfied. Even the guy who had a gloomy face at any time seemed to be owed to him was rarely smiled. This was worth fighting, but it was a pity that the vast and generous fertile land was given up like this. These were all fat fields that were no less than those of the manor owners in the southern part of the kingdom. According to His Majesty, if he got the auction market, the noble landlords would not be able to rob them crazy. It was a pity that the good times did not last long. Such good things were given up in vain, which made Kunbo depressed for a long time.

Now he finally got the opportunity to go south again. Although it was the invitation of the Kaman people, His Majesty the King never hesitated to let go of these wolf-like soldiers to enjoy the pleasure of robbery. Of course, the premise is to win the battle and defeat the people of Xijiang gathered in the Beiyuan area.

Kunbo has learned through various channels that the combat effectiveness of the Western Xinjiang Army is quite strong. Taking the Kamans who have fought with them, it is no less than their own elites. I don’t know whether the Kamans are to emphasize the reasons for their failure or other things. Kunbo always has some doubts that the First and Second Legion of the Tanghe Empire should be the elite among the Tanghe people’s army, but fighting with his own army is as good as winning or losing. He does not believe that the combat effectiveness of Li Wufeng’s army can surpass these two legions, but one thing is certain that those who can defeat the Kamans will definitely not be weak, no matter what means they take or under what circumstances they can do this, they are definitely not weak. Kunbo is very clear about this.

"Marson, the vanguard came to report that the vanguard had passed the gourd mouth and entered the western plains of Yunzhong. Now we are showing that it is a bit too long. Do we need to let the front army press down on the speed?" After receiving the report from the messenger, the adjutant next to him took a step forward and interrupted the expressionless Marshal's meditation.

"Is there anything unusual about the intelligence collected in the cloud in advance?" The outline on Kunbo's face was like a knife and axe chopping, strong and powerful, full of lines.

"No abnormalities were found. According to the intelligence department's early grasp, although Yunzhongfu formed an autonomous government, it did not form an army. There were only less than a thousand people to maintain public security, and most of them were concentrated in Yunzhongfu City. There was no sign of any action on the surface." The adjutant replied respectfully.

"What about the west side? Are there any suspicious signs there?" Kunbo interrupted the other party impatiently and asked sternly. What he hated the most were those rappers who kept talking. Originally, this adjutant was not such a person, but today it seemed that he had started talking nonsense.

"When I go back to the Marshal, there is no sign. According to the search of the scouts and the intelligence department over the past two days, no valuable things were found." The adjutant responded quickly.

"Well, tell the front army that they should slow down appropriately and wait for the central army to follow. The distance between each army should not be widened and maintain speed. Order the scouts to increase the search range and strength, keep the distance between the cavalry on both wings, strengthen the guard, and enter the clouds to be dangerous areas. Although there is nothing wrong here on the surface, huh, it is this too calm atmosphere that often contains crisis." Looking at the sunset hanging westward, Kunbo's eyes shrank slightly, and his cheek muscles were not human.

The nomadic cavalry on the Tengger grassland came and went like the wind, and the scouts might not be able to capture their information. Being careful is still better, but Kaman seemed to be urging him very hard, and even His Majesty asked him to send a message to speed up the marching. However, once this gets faster, some loopholes will inevitably appear in this prevention. Kunbo did not want to die before he succeeded, and he would not accept the orders of the outside king. Moreover, His Majesty just wanted to speed up appropriately.

Helite was lying anxiously in the grass, observing the team moving forward steadily. He had been hiding here for two hours. The enemy's marching speed was very stable, and the intervals between the teams of each number were well connected, which disappointed him, who had just graduated from the reconnaissance department of Northwest Military Academy. It can be seen that the enemy was quite cautious. In just two hours, two thousand cavalry teams had already passed by him. The enemy was probably very cautious about the cavalry raid and would rather sacrifice speed than ensure safety. After all, it was not their own compatriots waiting for reinforcements. It can be imagined that the situation on the side of the team was almost the same as that on his side, and his companions were probably lying in the grass and gritting their teeth with hatred. Thinking of this, Helite's psychology was slightly balanced.

In this case, it is not suitable for raids. The enemy not only makes deliberate adjustments to the formation of the marching team, but also promotes the team in irregular shapes. Once one of the units is attacked, the other units can react quickly, and a group of cavalry will be arranged not far apart to strengthen the reaction speed and strength. In this case, if an attack is launched rashly, once the enemy is entangled, the disadvantage is often the raid side.

The general who arranged the formation of the main general should be an old man, and an extremely experienced master, grandma, from yesterday to today, the Thousand Cavalry Captains were impatient to wait behind. From marching to camping and then to starting the march again, they didn't find any gaps. The visitor was not good, Helit judged this way. If Viscount Rick, the general of the Central Army of Poole, heard a scout captain of the Western Frontier Army, commented on him like this, I wonder if he should be proud or ridiculous.

Helite guessed that he was right. Ten miles away from him, there was a low hill on the other side, with lush vegetation and trees. Several black shadows were dormant behind the haystacks. Two of them were lurking in the front, staring at the steadily moving army ahead with a gloomy expression. Judging from their clothing, they should also belong to the Western Front Rangers, but the location they chose was very secret, and the shrubs effectively covered them. From a distance, they looked like several cut-off tree stumps standing there.

"Damn it, I waited for a day in vain. It seems that these Puer people are really not simple. The marching and formation are so strict and cautious that there is no flaw at all. How can we start?" A simple and clear military rank mark from his shoulder should be seen as a bald-browed man with a status of a thousand cavalry captain cursed in disappointment.

"Well, before coming, the commander of the corps once warned us to be careful. We were not sure of not being able to act without permission. The failure of the Fifth Cavalry Regiment has greatly damaged our reputation as the Tubu Warriors. To regain honor, we should not only destroy the enemy, but more importantly, we should kill as much as possible while trying our best to save ourselves." Another man with the same rank of stinged a piece of grassroots from his mouth and said steadily: "This time the Puer people led the army of the most famous Marshal Kunbo in their country. I heard that the whole guy had a particularly rich war experience. He had to go to the front line for a long time to fight with the northern army of the Empire. Almost every year, it was not so easy to take advantage of this guy."

He glanced at his companion with some envy, and the man next to him said in a muffled voice: "Soller, I must go to Le next time I go to Northwest Military Academy to study."

"Oh? Why have you changed your sexual intercourse? Didn't the Corps arrange for you to study and study last time? Why would you give the quota to the 30,000 cavalry team?" The Mama-faced officer turned his head in surprise and stared at his friend and colleague.

"Hmph, look at your words differently after you come back. When discussing the matter, you will always talk one by one. I am afraid that I will not go again, but I am afraid that I will only be the leader of a hundred cavalry next time." The bald-browed officer said angrily: "Aren't we also worried that we will delay the war when we go to school to study?"

"Hehe, old friend, some battles are fought. I haven't seen that the Fifth Cavalry Regiment has not finished the rest yet. Are the reserve soldiers who have been supplemented by our tribe? Some battles are fought with His Highness King Qin, but I'm afraid you will be beaten up." A hint of joy flashed across the face of the Mama-faced officer, "Before the Kamans have finished fighting, the Puer people are here again, and there are also the Sithro people. Haha, let's wait and start fighting."

"Just dream, the Sisluo people have signed something with our Xijiang, and they are called the Peace Agreement. This means to live in peace and stop fighting. You are still studying in the academy and studying further. You don't even understand this." The bald-browed officer said disdainfully.

"Hmph, you pretend to understand. Forget it, I can't explain it clearly. I'd better wait until you enter the academy and study hard with the teacher." The Mama-faced officer held back his dissatisfaction and breathed a long breath before saying, "Let's stop talking too far, but think about what to do now, right?"

"What should we do? We still have to fight. Didn't the commander of the corps and commander Wan explain our mission to us, but did not explain the specific methods? Do we still ask us to master the situation flexibly? Then we can make a good decision and how to fight." The bald man had a treacherous smile on his face.
Chapter completed!