The next morning, Yan Qing was urged to dress up early, but he didn't even have the chance to do morning exercises.

In the ancestral hall of the Qin family, there were dozens or twenty people who were close friends with the Qin family, as well as sisters-in-law and sisters from the three clans, crowded around, smiling and congratulating Mrs. Qin and the Yan Qin family.

At the beginning of the ceremony, four young girls in their prime, dressed in solemn but simple attire, walked to the central hall amid the sounds of ritual music.

Today, besides Yan Qing, there are three other girls who are close relatives of the Qin family.

As soon as several families gathered together, they settled in one place, which was both lively and trouble-free.

After the ceremony officer sang the lyrics and lit the clear spring with willow branches to remove the filth, a blessed and prestigious old lady came forward to tie the hair of the four girls with hairpins.

It was Mrs. Qin who gave Yan Qing the hairpin.

Unlike other ladies who styled other girls' hair in the most popular styles, Mrs. Qin only made a bunch of Yan Qing's long hair, tied it with a crown like a man's crown, and fixed it with a hairpin.

The ladies and ladies on the side were talking quietly, but Mrs. Qin felt that this was the most suitable thing for Yan Qing.

Her sweet grandson is a heroine who is not inferior to the men. She should go to the court and the battlefield to fight for a piece of heaven and earth among the men. How can she be trapped in the backyard of a deep house and bury her life?

When Yan Qing saw in the mirror that Mrs. Qin had tied his hair, he was also surprised. However, he saw Mrs. Qin smiling and asking her, "How is it? Is grandma's craftsmanship good?"

Looking at Mrs. Qin in the mirror who was smiling like a child begging for reward, Yan Qing also smiled sincerely in return. Just as he was about to speak, he heard someone burst in through the door.

Everyone followed the sound and saw Hongzhuang standing at the door with a solemn expression, holding a letter in her hand: "General, urgent report from the border."

Yan Qing's expression darkened, and he was about to get up when he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Qin's long hair and paused for a moment.

Seeing this, Mrs. Qin lovingly helped her up, patted her hand gently and said, "Go."

Yan Qing's eyes darkened again, he took a step back, bowed to Mrs. Qin and Mrs. Yan Qin each, got up and left the ancestral hall with her red makeup.

Taking the letter from Zi Hongzhuang, Yan Qing read the contents of the letter at a glance, her face as heavy as water.

Northland has been closed since the end of January. News from outside cannot come in, and news from inside cannot get out.

The weather has warmed up recently, and the road into the mountain is barely passable. The ANBU stationed outside immediately sent the news in, but it still took a long time before the letter reached Yan Qing's hands.

What Yan Qing got at this time was the news from two months ago.

As early as two months ago, at the beginning of the first month, when thousands of families were celebrating the New Year, civil unrest broke out in the Zhanghuai area.

The displaced victims, who had not received timely resettlement and were suffering from hunger and cold, were instigated by the Qiang State. Under the organization of the remaining bandits from Yuhuai, they launched an attack on the local government and the officers and soldiers who were conducting disaster relief.

At the same time, the Jiangmen government rebelled and became confrontational with Wen Zhehan.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, when the river lanterns were first lit and the streets were full of lanterns and people were laughing and joking, Wen Zhehan sent troops to attack Jiangmen.

This year, in the entire southern Xinjiang, there are no lanterns, colorful flags, and laughter, but only devastation and wailing everywhere.

At the same time, the Yan family army led by Meng Shulan took Yuhuai City as a stronghold to quell the civil unrest and stabilize the surrounding areas. Together with Wen Zhehan, they attacked Jiangmen front and back.

On the twenty-ninth day of the first lunar month, when Yan Qing just stepped into the territory of Beidi, Jiangmen was defeated.

However, the rogue bandits colluded with the Qiang State and occupied Huailin City and defended it.

When the Southwest Joint Defense Battalion went to Huailin, the troops in Gulou Township were ambushed and defeated miserably, with less than one tenth of the survivors.

The sudden movement in Blind Forest caused the miasma to spread rapidly to the edge of Blind Forest. The defense line of the Southwest Joint Defense Battalion was forced to move back. The Qiang people took the opportunity to occupy the first line of defense of the Southwest Joint Defense Battalion and formed a joint response with the Huailin bandits and the government.

In early February, a large number of troops suddenly appeared in Nanchuan Island, and the personnel were mixed. It was suspected that Xirong soldiers wearing Qiang soldiers' battle armor were among them.

In mid-February, the Xirong Army was discovered on the Nacheng defense line, and traces of the anti-King Wen Zhemao were found among them.

After Meng Shulan and Wen Zhehan teamed up to capture Jiangmen, they quickly rushed back to Western Xinjiang to take charge of the overall situation. They are now facing a confrontation with the Qiang people in Nanchuanzhou and the Xirong people outside Yacheng.

After reading the news one by one, the worst ending that Yan Qing and Meng Shulan had expected finally came to pass.

Under Wen Zhemao's troubles, Xirong made a comeback in the name of seeking justice for Prince Wu'an; the Qiang State relied on Xirong and took the opportunity to occupy part of the southwest area with the intention of expanding eastward.

Without hesitation, Yan Qing and Hongzhuang rushed to the Northwest Joint Defense Camp day and night, ready to mobilize troops south for reinforcements at any time.

In Taril, Western Xinjiang, Meng Shulan was discussing a plan to retreat from the enemy with several generals, and he let the wind lift his tent and entered.

"Your Highness, there is an emergency in Yacheng!"

Sui Feng quickly presented the battle report.

Meng Shulan glanced quickly, passed the battle report to several generals, and said in a deep voice: "First there was a flood in Zhanghuai, which consumed food, grass, money and manpower in various places, and then there was civil unrest, which consumed troops. Now there is another military unrest, and the enemy is well prepared. We

However, the other side hastily responded to the battle, and a long-term confrontation is extremely detrimental to our army. We should fight and decide quickly."

"Generals, do you have any good ideas?"

Meng Shulan asked the veterans around him.

Several veterans all looked embarrassed.

One of them even said bluntly: "Marshal, it's not that we increased the enemy's momentum and destroyed our own prestige. In fact, the previous battle with Xirong destroyed most of the troops in Western Xinjiang, and many people were dispatched from the southwest. There are less than five veterans left.

Ten thousand, there are still 30,000 new recruits. But the new recruits have only been trained for less than a year. To send them to the battlefield now is to send them to die!"

"How could we not know that this battle would be detrimental to our army? However, we are short of manpower, money and food. Even though we have three heads and six arms, we are talented and clever, and it is difficult to make a meal without rice. It is really difficult to win the battle quickly."

Another person added, causing a sigh.

After a while, someone suddenly said: "Marshal, the general has a plan."

Meng Shulan's brows twitched slightly and asked: "Master Yin, please tell me."

Supervisor Yin Zhiming

Yan Qing has been in the army for nearly seven years, so he certainly knows these principles.

"If there is evidence and we know who the person behind it is, we will definitely take him down."

Although Yan Zhongqi's tone sounded a little softer, Yan Qing had no intention of exposing the matter just like that. His words were reasonable but tinged, "I will never annoy the general here at this time."

, don’t be too talkative to ask such a question.”

Yan Zhongqi, who had always been the only one to silence others, was either speechless or extremely angry. This was the first time that he was silenced and unable to argue.

Because of this, the discomfort that had just subsided a bit in his heart not only returned but now increased even more.

They, father and daughter, were probably here to cause trouble for him.

"Then do you have any clues?"
Chapter completed!