Night is coming.
As Aunt Yuan said, when it was almost time for Xu, a blizzard came.
The rebel camp stretched for more than ten miles, and in the wind and snow, you could vaguely see the flashing of fire and the shaking of human figures.
In a sparse forest about a hundred steps away from the camp, Yang Shouwen and Abusjda both wrapped their bodies with cloaks made of white cotton cloth, and wore wind towels on their faces. Through the gaps between the trees, they carefully observed the movements of the camp.
There was a faint barking sound from the camp.
Yang Shouwen squatted in the snow and did not move. After about half an hour, he stood up and signaled Abusjda to follow. The two of them walked hard in the snow and circled around the camp for more than two hours. It was almost until Yin hour that they returned to the cave in Sidaogou. The weather was too cold. As soon as they entered the cave, Yang Shouwen got naked and jumped into the hot spring.
Abusjda cleaned the traces of the cave entrance and lit a bonfire next to the hot spring.
This place is located deep in the cave. Even if the fire is lit, it is impossible to see the movement outside. He immediately jumped into the hot spring, picked up a wine bag from the ground, and handed it to Yang Shouwen. The cold wine flowed into his stomach along his throat. Yang Shouwen breathed a long sigh and felt much more comfortable. He handed the wine bag to Jeddah, leaning against the edge of the hot spring, closing his eyes to meditate.
"Jeddah, can you get in?"
Abusjda thought for a while and nodded to say that he could.
If the camp with more than 10,000 people is only wandering outside, it may be difficult to get close to Murong Xuanzhang.
Only by scrambling into it can you get more accurate information. Jeddah is like a Turkic face, can't speak, and has a high martial arts skills, so he can protect himself. If he can get into the camp, things will be much easier.
And Yang Shouwen will not be of much use to get into the camp.
Murong Xuanzhang's troops mostly come from Jingnan Army and Guizhou. Although there is only one Juyong Pass, there is a big difference in accent. Yang Shouwen spoke a Changping accent and fooled ordinary people. If he met someone with a heart, it would be difficult to hide it. Although the refugees who were brought in were also very mixed, if they were exposed, they would fail.
In contrast, the Turkic face of Jeddah has a natural advantage.
"After you get in, try to inquire about Murong Xuanzhao's movements.
Don't be too anxious, we can wait. I will pick you up here. We will try to touch our heads every two days, which shouldn't be difficult."
Jeddah nodded and showed that she understood.
The bonfire was burning, making the cave look light and dark.
Yang Shouwen leaned against the edge of the hot spring and felt an inexplicable fatigue.
In a blink of an eye, almost two months have passed... They chased after Changping, and the journey was nearly a thousand miles, but the young lady was gone. This made Yang Shouwen a little anxious! For some reason, he felt that he and young lady seemed to be getting farther and farther apart.
I hope you can get something.
Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen sighed softly.
He came out of the hot spring, changed into a dry one, then spread out two animal skin felt blankets, and lay down against the bonfire.
Jeddah soon walked out of the hot spring and lie down on the other side with his clothes, making even snoring sounds.
Yang Shouwen turned over and lay down with his back to the sky, staring at the stalactites with different images at the top of the cave. Unconsciously, the innocent and charming little face of the young lady appeared in his mind. He closed his eyes and silently said in his heart: Don’t be afraid of young lady, I’ll save you immediately.
"Brother Sitzi, come and chase me."
Yang Shouwen seemed to have returned to Hugu Mountain, and saw the maple red as fire all over the mountains.
The young lady ran among the red maple. Bodhi followed her, stopped from time to time, turned her head and barked at him twice, as if urging her.
Yang Shouwen's mood suddenly became much happier.
He ran behind Youniang and Bodhi, but gradually, he found that the distance between him and Youniang was getting farther and farther away. No matter how hard he exerted his strength, he could never get closer to the two. This also made Yang Shouwen feel panicked and quickly shouted loudly: "Youniang, run slowly."
But the young lady seemed to have not heard his call and ran farther and farther away.
Yang Shouwen was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Seeing that there was only a black dot left on Young Lady's back, he shouted: "Young Lady!"
Bang!
Yang Shouwen accidentally kicked the tiger swallowing gun at his feet.
He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.
The pain on my body was already soaked in cold sweat, and my heart was beating particularly fast.
He was dreaming again! He exhaled a long breath of turbid air and stood up. He realized that the bonfire had been extinguished and Abusjda was gone.
His gun is still there, but his clothes are gone.
Yang Shouwen was so excited that he walked out barefoot.
The sun shone in through the vines at the entrance of the cave, and four horses were wandering leisurely at the entrance of the cave.
When he arrived at the entrance of the cave, he saw that the snow had stopped outside and the sky was dawn. The sun was shining in the sky, and a cold wind blew towards him, which made Yang Shouwen shine and a chilling cicada.
He suddenly remembered that he had Jeddah managed to get into the camp last night.
This guy is really an action guy!
Yang Shouwen returned to the cave, put on his clothes, shoes and socks, then simply tied his long hair into a ponytail, hanging behind him. He put on a cloak and put on a hat. He carried his gun to the entrance of the cave and walked out with Da Jin. The axe was honest and would not run around without Jeddah. At the same time, it would also look at the two Turkic horses, and Yang Shouwen didn't have to bother.
Yang Shouwen rode aboard the big gold outside the cave and walked away from the cave under the snow.
He circled around Sidaogou and shot a fool roe deer with an iron ball slingshot.
This place should be the Mulan paddock in later generations. In a thousand years, it will become the imperial hunting ground for the Qing emperors.
But now, it's still very desolate.
He rode his horse up a hill and looked around.
It was a vast white area, and no one was seen... Murong chose to have a vision and chose this place as his base.
It is conceivable that if this guy really succeeded in building a city here, he might have achieved something.
The northwest is the territory of the Turks.
In the northeast, there is the Songmo Governor's Office of the Khitans. To the east, he can form an alliance with Zuorong and jointly suppress the Xi people; similarly, he can also cooperate with the Xi people and jointly prevent Zuorong from advancing westward. If Zuorong and the Xi people join forces, Murong Xuanzhang can choose to form an alliance with the Khitans and seek help from the Turks... This is really a Feng Shui treasure land.
Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen couldn't help frowning.
Why didn’t Murong Xuanzhang go directly to join the Turks, but instead led his men to the barren mountains and rivers to establish his own door?
Logically speaking, he helped the Turks and had soldiers.
If you surrender to the Turks, you will definitely be rewarded, which is better than conquering the world by yourself now.
Or, he has ambitions to start a new business in this northern part of the country? This is also possible, but it is unlikely.
Yang Shouwen felt that Murong Xuangu must have his purpose when he came here.
Could it be... he was still thinking about returning to the Central Plains? The list and the letter written in Turkic documents appeared in his mind. Although Yang Shouwen was not clear about the contents of the letter, he could guess where the letter came from.
Chapter completed!