Datang: Eight-year-old general

Chapter 430
As time went by, the soldiers carrying the people on their backs, the white-robed army and the tiger and leopard cavalry carrying food were struggling, and their eyes were flushed with exhaustion.

The rainstorm is still falling.

The road under their feet was even more muddy, and even a few inches of muddy water had accumulated, swallowing every trace of strength of the soldiers.

They are so tired.

The rain mixed with sweat on the face, and the strands slid down.

Seeing the common people, their eyes were reddish, they were tightly holding onto the weapons hidden by the soldiers.

At this time, Ma Chao also gave up his war horse to the people, and he carried an old woman on his back, walking quickly, splashing mud and water.

And shouted in his mouth, "Hurry up, hurry up, speed up. As long as we reach the mountain range ahead, we will be safe by climbing over!"

It's not because of Ma Chao's eager urging, but the heavy rain has been falling for a long time, rainwater has accumulated on the flat ground, and the water level of the river has risen.

The sixth anger, the flood may come at any time.

At that time, the tens of thousands of soldiers and the common people will be swallowed by the torrent, and none of the tens of thousands of them will survive.

If this is the case, then Ma Chao and Zhao Yun will surely die!

"General, let go of your old age, it's important to take your soldiers and escape with everyone. The sea is ruthless, you can't wait for me, and harm everyone..." The old woman on Ma Chao's back begged Ma Chao weakly.

The prolonged rainstorm made her old body unable to bear the invasion of cold rain, and she was already sick.

"Old man, hold on, the mountains are right in front of you, you can live if you climb up, and you will be cured." Ma Chao did not give up, but tightened his supporting arm.

Hope is in sight, how could he give up!

"I know my body, I can't take it anymore, let go of my body, let go of my body..." The old woman was talking, her words were a little vague, and she was obviously in a semi-comatose state.

"Don't let go, old man, hold on!" Ma Chao stubbornly refused, and the pace of his feet increased a little again.

And this scene not only appeared on Ma Chao, as long as the soldiers who carried the old man on their backs, a similar scene appeared.

However, none of the soldiers let go of the old man. Instead, they persuaded him, gritted his teeth and ran forward, panting like a cow.

They ran hard in the front, and Zhao Yun in the rear was facing a huge crisis.

"Report to the general, the river behind is flooded, flooded!!" The scouts of the angry navy rushed to Zhao Yun on horseback, shouting eagerly.

"What!" Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and quickly responded, "We must stop the flood, or I will be in danger!"

"But what to do." The scouts looked sad, how could they stop the torrent?

The human body is fragile and can only be helpless in the face of natural disasters.

"I'll think about it, I'll think about it..." Zhao Yun was anxious in his heart, but he knew that he had to be calm, and only when he was calm could he think clearly.

To figure out a way.

In the end, Zhao Yun forced himself to calm down. After dozens of breaths, Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with determination, and he shouted, "The rear general of the angry navy obeys the order, and draws out the soldiers from the tenth school lieutenant's department to follow this general!"

"General, there is a flood in the rear, why do you have to go back?" The general came on horseback, looked at Zhao Yun suspiciously, and did not summon the soldiers of the ten school lieutenants.

It's not that he doesn't respect orders, but that he is worried about Zhao Yun's safety.

"We must go to the rear to open a canal to drain water, otherwise we will not be able to survive when the big flood comes!" Zhao Yun explained.

Then he said anxiously, "Go and summon the soldiers!"

The road they walked was much lower than the river, and when the flood flooded down, how could they have a way to survive?

At this time, it was almost dusk, and there was not much time left for Zhao Yun.

"General, just leave this matter to the last general, and the general must not make mistakes." Hearing this, the general immediately slapped his armor and left.

Zhao Yun is the leader of an army, how can he stand in danger?

"Stop!" But Zhao Yun bent down and grabbed the tail of the general's horse, stopping the general who was about to leave.

He shouted, "Do you know how to open a canal to drain water?! Do you know the way of water?!"

"I don't understand, you are not going to find a way for the soldiers to survive, but to die!"

"You will lead the rest of the soldiers to cross the mountains ahead safely!"

"General, Hongliu is ruthless. If something happens to you, how will you explain to the soldiers, how to explain to General Ma Chao, how to explain to the great general!!" the general wailed.

They have already deeply recognized Zhao Yunzhi as a human being.

Let him go down.

Life and death without regret.

In fact, the camaraderie between soldiers is very simple.

"The generals will understand, Ma Chao will approve, and the general will support the general." Zhao Yun let go of the ponytail of the general's horse, and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and send the order, the flood will not wait!"

"The last general obeys!" Seeing that Zhao Yun had made up his mind, the partial general choked up and clapped his armor to drink, and rode his horse to mobilize the furious navy.

There is no need to screen, just call ten school lieutenants.

Because of the angry navy officers and soldiers, they are all excellent in water.

No longer an ignorant person.

soon.

Ten thousand captains under the command of the ten thousand angry navy stepped out, following Zhao Yun and running backwards without hesitation.

The Tibetan soldiers in his hands never give up, holding the utensils left by the people.

After running for ten miles, they came to the river.

Looking at the ever-rising Hongse river, it is surging, rolling and rolling.

Zhao Yun rode his horse around without fear and chose the best place to open the canal.

then.

Jumping off the horse, he took the tools in the hands of the soldiers beside him, turned around and shouted, "Soldiers of the angry navy, once the canal is opened, all kinds of dangers will strike, and we are all in danger of life and death."

"Are you afraid!"

"Don't be afraid!" the ten thousand angry marines roared, trying their best to surpass the roar of the river in front of them, so as to correct their fearless hearts.

"Okay!" Zhao Yun laughed loudly, and shouted proudly, "You are all like generals, full of courage!"

With a word of praise, Zhao Yunmeng's iron hoe dug under his feet and roared again! "Open the drain!"

boom!
Under the leadership of the tenth school lieutenant, the ten thousand angry sailors dug the ditch without any hesitation.

Don't care about it at all, the torrent behind them is afraid of the shore, and the utensils in their hands are like soldiers in their hands, digging layers of mud and rocks.

As they were digging hard, the sky gradually turned dark, and their vision became more and more blurred. Only then did Zhao Yun raise his head.

At this moment, his silver armor was covered in mud and water, and he didn't know where his helmet was placed.

Zhao Yun wiped the mud off his face and shouted, "Come on, arrange some soldiers immediately, set up a canopy, and light the torches!"

"Decree." The messenger next to Zhao Yun immediately got up and ran away with the utensils, looking for someone to prepare a torch.

Soon, the torches were lit.

But it can't satisfy all the opening passages.

Because the torrential rain was still falling, there was nothing to light the fire.

In the existing torches, the soldiers took out their own food belts and soaked them in alcohol to make the current torches.

If it weren't for the food bags, which were deeply wrapped in carapace and not wet by rain, they might have no fire to use, and even if they rely on alcohol to attach to wet cloth, it will be difficult to last for a long time.

With the faint light of the fire, the digging speed of the soldiers increased a little again, and it was clear that an aqueduct was formed.

Zhao Yun didn't dare to relax, looked into the distance, and said to himself, "Ma Chao, hurry up, at least let most of the people and soldiers climb the mountains."

(End of this chapter)