As soon as he left the east gate of Linfeng City, the anxious Tao Ying immediately urged the horse to move quickly.

"Hao tread..."

Dian Wei, who was following behind him, was also racing against the horse, galloping towards Duchang, one hundred and eighty miles away in the twilight.

"Zishan, may you be safe and triumphant!"

Wei Jing stood at the city gate, watching the sound of horse hooves getting faster and faster, like waves rolling towards the distance, secretly worried about Bu Zhi's battle in the North Sea.

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Qingzhou. Beihai Kingdom. Hanting.

The north wind blew hard, causing the flags on the low city to roar.

The originally weak winter sun has gradually sunset, making the Cold Pavilion, which is already covered by a miserable cloud, look even more cold and suffocating.

Standing firmly on the low city, wearing a blue robe full of stains, with his back on his hands, looking at the setting sun, his eyebrows were deeply locked, and his heart was burning.

"If anything goes wrong, the scout has arrived in Fenggao and meets the lord!"

Two days have passed since retreating from Duchang City to Hanting. Hanting is nearly 400 miles away from Fenggao, and can be reached in one and a half days.

"Scout, don't delay it, and report it to the lord as soon as possible!"

At this moment, Bu Zhi was not worried that Guan Hai would attack the city overnight, but was worried that Tao Ying would be unstable and that his urgent report could not be delivered to Tao Ying as soon as possible.

There is no way, the current North Sea Corps has a life and death uncertain, the general is unable to fight again, his morale has been severely damaged, and his food and supplies are difficult to sustain, and he can't afford to delay it for a long time.

"If reinforcements do not arrive within two days..."

Thinking of this consequence, Bu Zhi struggled constantly and wanted to give himself a reason to continue to persevere.

"Only retreat to the military county!"

After deducing it, Bu Zhi still had no choice but to give up.

There is no general to fight within, and the number of people fighting in groups is not superior. The local surnames in Beihai and the powerful are resistant to Tao Ying and refuse to cooperate. No matter how talented Bu Zhi has, he is unable to display it.

Fortunately, this is the Xuanjia Army tied to various interests. If other Han soldiers were not mutiny, they would flee in all directions, and Bu Zhi would have been unable to restrain him.

"Lord, I've disappointed you!"

When I thought of Tao Ying sending troops to Jizhou, he used troops to 50,000 Wuhuan rebels, but he was defeated, and it was somewhat constrained by Tao Ying. Bu Zhi's slightly lonely eyes looked at the slowly disappearing sun, and he couldn't help it.
Chapter completed!