We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Chen Pingzhi glanced at everyone and spoke slowly:

"First, sign a military order immediately, stating your willingness to join the war!"

Everyone said: "This is natural!"

"Secondly, you can accompany the army, but you must remove your marquis's ceremonial uniform and change into ordinary military school armor. You must not reveal your identity."

"All actions must strictly obey military orders. Any disobedience will be subject to military law!"

Everyone nodded: "That's how it should be."

"Third, you must not interfere with any military command. You will be incorporated into my personal guard."

"No problem!" Hu Xian was the first to agree. "As long as we can go, anything is fine!"

The other Honored Ones also nodded solemnly: "We will follow the General's orders!"

Soon, several military heroes wrote the military order on the spot and pressed their bright red fingerprints on it.

Seeing these dukes, who usually lived a life of luxury, excitedly changing into the standard armor of ordinary officers, Chen Pingzhi felt a little emotional.

It seems that Your Majesty's desire to restore military honors is not entirely without basis. At least the desire to achieve success on the battlefield has not been extinguished.

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Chen Pingzhi was not wearing a white robe, nor were the three thousand cavalrymen behind him. Instead, they kept their white robes in the packages on their horses' backs.

As Chen Pingzhi's direct troops, this army was the only one in the Fengtian Army wearing white robes, which could be regarded as Li Che's recognition of Chen Pingzhi's achievements.

Hu Xian looked at the cavalry in front of him, which was completely different from the other cavalry of the Fengtian Army.

They wore no heavy armor, had no horse coats, and were not equipped with lances or flintlock rifles.

He was only wearing light leather armor, with a saber hanging from his waist, and his ranged weapons were a mixture of a crossbow and a short gun.

Although they were equipped with different equipment, this group of cavalry moved in and out silently, and their movements were seamless and uniform.

It is like an elite special army, or even a team with a military spirit.

Even though Hu Xian had followed Emperor Qing in his campaigns across most of Daqing, he had never seen such armies before. Every army he had seen before was a powerful army that was famous throughout the world.

Thinking of this, Hu Xian couldn't help but feel a little more respect for the general next to him who looked like a weak scholar.

"I know General Chen isn't good at martial arts, so we old bones will stand guard by his side during this battle and will not let the rebels harm you in the slightest!"

Chen Pingzhi looked at Hu Xian and found that there was no sarcasm on the latter's face, but it came from the heart.

"Then I'll trouble you all."

Hu Xian chuckled and then asked, "General, how do you plan to attack?"

"The distance to the enemy's defense line is the most difficult. The first thing to do is to remain silent and pass through the defense line quietly."

Hu Xian nodded: "And then?"

Chen Pingzhi said calmly: "What's the problem? The only thing left is to kill the enemy and gain merit!"

Hu Xian was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up with excitement.

What a crazy Confucian general!

He wanted to see what this talented general, who was rumored to be among the top three in the Fengtian Army, was capable of!

. . . . . .

Wang Laoliu was awakened by the urge to urinate.

He rubbed his eyes and cursed, climbed down from the big kang, and fumbled to put on the uniform that smelled of sweat and mold.

The other sentries in the same room were fast asleep, snoring one after another.

They were soldiers stationed in a camp called "Black Wind Pass" thirty miles away from the defense line.

This place is in the middle of nowhere, with no village or shop nearby. The only task is to keep an eye on the abandoned official road that almost no one walks on. Every day, two people are sent out for a stroll as a routine, and then they come back to drink and gamble.

It is said that this official road is haunted, but Wang Laoliu doesn't believe it. Where do ghosts come from in this world?

He actually hoped to meet a female ghost to relieve his boredom.

Wang Laoliu, wearing his worn straw sandals, pushed open the creaking wooden door tremblingly. A night chill instantly enveloped him, causing him to shiver and wake up from most of his sleepiness.

The field outside the camp was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly.

Most people of that era suffered from night blindness, which meant they were blind at night. This was why it was difficult to attack the enemy camp at night.

Wang Laoliu's eyesight is pretty good. He likes to eat water, and at night he can see something under the moonlight.

He hunched his neck and walked quickly to a place sheltered from the wind.

While draining the water, he looked up at the pale crescent moon in the sky, thinking that it would take a few more days before he could take a break and return to the county town to have some fun with his beloved sister.

Just as he was tying his belt, he seemed to hear a strange sound in his ears.

It's not the sound of the wind, nor the chirping of insects.

The sound was very light and muffled, like the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

There was also a very slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

Wang Laoliu muttered to himself, "Which bastard got up at night and fell?"

But he immediately felt something was wrong; the sound was too light to be like a fall.

And... the camp seems too quiet. The night watchman doesn't even say a word?

At first Wang Laoliu didn't take it seriously, but the sounds became more and more frequent, and gradually appeared one after another in the camp.

An inexplicable feeling of unease crept up his spine.

He fastened his trousers and tiptoed towards the camp, holding his breath subconsciously.

The closer I get, the stronger the feeling of unease becomes.

With trembling hands, he walked into the camp gate.

A strong and disgusting smell of blood hit me in the face!

In the dim moonlight, Wang Laoliu saw the horrifying scene that remained seared in his mind until the end of his life:

The night watchmen in the camp fell to the ground in various twisted postures.

There was a hideous wound on each person's neck, and blood was flowing out of the wound, forming sticky, dark red pools of blood on the ground!

Most of their eyes were wide open, with fear frozen in their pupils.

He was fine when he came out just now. How long has it been?

In the time it takes to pee, they're all dead? All dead?!

The huge fear made Wang Laoliu almost unable to breathe. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. It seemed that all the blood in his body was frozen at this moment.

Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!

He wanted to scream, to sound the alarm!

But at the moment this thought arose, he suddenly felt that his vision suddenly became unusually wide, and he could even see that he was still standing in the same place.

And from the neck of his body, warm blood plasma was gushing out...

The world is spinning.

His head fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped face up.

In his last remaining consciousness, he vaguely saw a white figure flash past his headless body like a ghost.

The black shadow did not stop at all, and did not even look down at the head he had just cut off at his feet.

Immediately afterwards, more blurry black shadows emerged from all directions, followed by the sound of horse hooves.

Chen Qingzhi rode through the camp on horseback. Hu Xian, standing beside him, said in a trembling voice, "This is the last camp on the defense line. Beyond that lies the enemy's heartland."

Exciting, so exciting!

Hu Xian has been living a life of eating, drinking, gambling and whoring in the imperial capital for many years. It has been a long time since he last engaged in such a bloody business.

Tonight, he returned to his old ways and actually felt ten years younger.

"General Chen, what should we do next?"

Chen Pingzhi did not answer him, but took out a white robe from behind and gently put it on.

The guard beside him saw him like this and immediately turned around and shouted, "Put on your robe!"

Immediately afterwards, under the astonished gaze of Hu Xian and others, the three thousand cavalrymen uniformly drew their white robes from behind and put them on.

Swah——

In the dark night, three thousand pale robes fluttered in the wind, making veteran generals like Hu Xian feel a chill down their spines.

White robe...I see.

This is the White Robe Army!

At the last moment when Wang Laoliu's head on the ground lost consciousness, he saw a piece of white floating to the official road and going away into the distance along the road.

What...it turns out that it’s the ghost soldiers who are passing through!

His death was not unjust. He should have known that this crappy camp was built in the wrong place and blocked the way of the evil soldiers!

Then, endless darkness swallowed up all his senses.

. . . . . .

Two full days and two nights!

Chen Pingzhi and his white-robed army rushed south along the predetermined route at an astonishing speed.

They bypassed the city and avoided the main roads, choosing to travel along the most difficult desolate paths, dry riverbeds, and the edges of dense forests.

The men rested but the horses did not, and except for the necessary watering of the horses and a very brief meal, the team had almost no pause.

Every soldier and horse was extremely tired physically, but their spirits were highly excited.

Because they knew that they were getting closer and closer to Rencheng!

The journey was not entirely without risks, as they encountered small patrols and teams transporting food and fodder.

The White Robe Army passed by silently, leaving behind only a mess and reports of disappearances.

Their actions were so fast and so strange that the speed of transmitting information could hardly keep up with the speed of their attack.

Rencheng, Zheng Mao’s base camp.

A series of chaotic, panic-stricken, and even somewhat strange news reached Zheng Mao's residence.

Zheng Mao already knew that a Fengtian cavalry had crossed the defense line and was burning, killing and looting in his own defense area. All the food teams and patrols that encountered them were wiped out.

Only one soldier who escaped by chance came back and said that this group of people had no shadows, the horses had no sounds, and everyone was pale, like ghosts.

Of course, Zheng Mao didn't believe this information.

At this moment, he was wearing a gorgeous armor, staring at a huge map, thinking intently, and making notes from time to time.

"Just a small group of defeated soldiers or bandits!" He waved his hand, his tone contemptuous. "Perhaps they are the remnants of Zhai Yan's defeated troops who have entered our defense zone to cause chaos. Or maybe they are bandits who are taking advantage of the chaos to rob and rob, pretending to be mysterious and trying to scare those ignorant soldiers."

He simply didn't believe that the Fengtian Army could have an organized force to bypass his front line of defense and penetrate deep into his hinterland.

After all, this is completely inconsistent with any common sense in military books. Marching depends on logistics and communication with other armies.

As for ghost soldiers and the like, that is even more impossible.

A Master does not speak of strange things!

"Send orders to all cities and camps to strengthen their defenses and send out more scouts."

"Dispatch another thousand cavalry, led by Captain Zhang, to the northwest to clear out these annoying flies!"

Zheng Mao gave the order and felt that he had handled the matter properly, so he no longer paid attention to this trivial matter and continued to study his map.

Zheng Mao's order had just been issued, and even the 1,000 cavalrymen ordered to clear out the rebellion had not had time to form a team and set out.

boom--

A loud noise came from outside the north gate of Rencheng.

Then came the second and third sounds!