System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

"Based on our current marching speed, it will take us at least two days to enter Hedong."

Xu Rongxing was beside Dong Yu, and reminded him with a frown.

The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass go first.

Zhao Yun, who was escorting food and supplies by water, was much faster than them.

Although the baggage train must be faster than the main army, this speed is too fast. Once a problem occurs, it will be difficult for them to provide quick support.

Looking back at Yang Ding and others who were hesitating, Dong Yu's face became a little gloomy.

It has been three days since we left Chang'an. During these days, the daily marching distance has not exceeded 40 miles, and we basically can't walk anymore after 30 miles.

If you eat a lot and poop a lot, you will walk slowly.

"Youwei, pass the order, speed up the march. No one is allowed to rest until they have covered fifty miles today."

Dong Yu gritted his teeth, and his voice was filled with anger when he gave orders.

Marching is boring, and this boredom has long since wiped out the initial enthusiasm, and now there is more irritability.

"promise!"

Zhang Xiu bowed, turned his horse around and galloped back.

Instead of saying much about Dong Yu's order, Xu Rong approved of it.

The marching speed of an ordinary army is only thirty-four miles.

But considering their two months of hard training, this burden was nothing.

However, those Xiliang soldiers who have neglected training will probably suffer.

"Hey, I'm so tired, why haven't you given the order to rest yet?"

"Why do we have to fight? Aren't you happy enjoying yourself in Chang'an?"

The Xiliang soldiers in the rear were dejected and had almost no morale. They couldn't help but complain as they dragged their tired bodies.

"Shut up..."

"Well, let them talk."

Wang Fang was about to scold, but was interrupted by Yang Ding who was standing beside him.

"what?"

"What would the young master think if he heard us? We've only walked about twenty miles."

Wang Fang looked at Yang Ding in confusion and asked.

"Why is there so much nonsense?"

"How long has it been since the soldiers last trained? They're lucky to be able to walk over thirty miles a day, and they're not even allowed to complain?"

Yang Ding's voice was a little loud, and for a moment it attracted the support of many soldiers.

"Yup!"

"General Yang is right. How exhausted are we?"

"Yes, we haven't practiced in almost a year. What's wrong with complaining a little?"

With Yang Ding's support, the bandits had nothing to worry about.

Ta da~

The sound of horse hooves came from afar, and Zhang Xiu rode over and stopped near Yang Ding.

"The former general has ordered us to march fifty miles today."

Zhang Xiu said loudly with a serious expression.

"what!"

"Fifty miles!?"

Everyone was a little surprised, and some even expressed dissatisfaction.

The original distance of more than thirty miles was already making them miserable, and now it has been increased to fifty miles.

The Han li is different from the later generations. One li in Han is one hundred meters shorter than one li in later generations.

They only walked more than thirty miles a day. Dong Yu had been very considerate of them. Knowing that they had not exercised for a long time, he gave them a few days to adapt.

However, some people did not realize this and still thought that Dong Yu did not know how to march and fight.

"how?"

"has a problem?"

Zhang Xiu frowned and lowered his voice.

"The soldiers are tired. How about letting them rest for a while before we go?"

Yang Ding was still somewhat afraid of Zhang Xiu's reputation, so he spoke softly.

Firstly, his personal fighting power was the best in the entire Xiliang Army, and only Lu Bu of the Bingzhou Army could suppress him.

Secondly, Zhang Xiu's uncle Zhang Ji held a high position in the Xiliang army, and everyone had to give him some face.

"Hehe...I'm tired, hahahaha!"

"Are you kidding me?"

Zhang Xiu smiled contemptuously, then pointed his spear at Yang Ding and said angrily.

"you!!"

"Zhang Xiu, don't be so arrogant. When I was leading the army, you were still a child."

"Go back and ask your uncle if he dares to point a gun at me!"

Being pointed at with a gun by a junior, Yang Ding was a little annoyed for a moment, and raised his sword to confront Zhang Xiu.