After several years of separation and several spring and autumn years, she rushed from here to the northwest.
This is also the only way for the army coming out of the Imperial Capital to pass.
In the vast and uninhabited wilderness, the setting sun and floating clouds dye the horizon into a golden color. When the strong wind blows, the swaying long grass is like waves of wheat in autumn, swaying, but it has the power to calm people's hearts that no one can match.
It is the vigorous life transmitted from ancient heaven and earth, and it is the mother earth nurturing all spirits.
Even the wind seems to be blowing from the distant past to this day.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes became deep and distant, looking towards the land further northwest.
All the way from the plains to the mountainous areas, the peace and tranquility will soon cease to exist and will be replaced by scorched earth ruins and a wilderness of bones.
Back then, the Beiyuan army fought its way into Pingyang Road, killing everyone on sight, leaving behind a bloody road of thousands of miles of destruction.
When there is no food, they rob them; when the food is gone, they eat people.
Their food was everywhere, and the plunderers' bravery and cold and cruel killings allowed them to move forward unimpeded, heading towards the ancient capital of Yong'an with the butcher's knives in their hands.
Li Ju was frightened in this way.
The millet is separated, the seedlings of the rice are growing.
After looking for a while, Xia Zhaoyi turned around and looked towards the south.
Zhi Changle took out a roll of paper from his sleeve and opened it: "Ali, let's go, let's start from the beginning."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled at her lips: "We are not starting from the beginning, Brother Zhi, we are only officially starting now."
"Okay!" Zhi Changle nodded, his eyes firm and bright, "Start now!"
What was drawn on the paper was a map of Youzhou. Xia Zhaoyi copied it from the map given by her master. Along the way, she outlined a large area of feasible routes on the paper, with dense and detailed markings.
A route represents a trade route. If one route doesn't work, change it to another one. Alternative plans are also listed.
It is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. She has made her own judgment and decision by walking on the road with her own feet and looking at the mountains and rivers with her eyes.
She can even build roads. If those villages don't allow it, she will lead people to cross mountains and build trestles herself.
Where there is a will, there is a way.
"Report!"
The fast horse delivered the letter, and the cavalry jumped off their horses and ran into the Pinglan Army camp in Li Genshan.
"General, Zhan Song's troops have arrived at Chuanchang Gorge!"
There were about twenty men wearing armor standing in the camp. When Lin Jianrui in the middle heard this, his eyes brightened: "Here you go, fuck him!"
He turned to look at the young man beside him who was also wearing armor, clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Shen, please come with me to the army!"
Lin Jianrui is only a few years older than Shen Lie and is in his early twenties. His eyebrows are youthful and childish, but also a bit mature.
His father, Lin Xinchun, was a general under Lin Mingjiang and a general in the Pinglan Army, with a total of 6,000 troops.
Two months ago, Lin Xinchun had just celebrated his 40th birthday. When he was leading his army through Xiling, he was suddenly attacked and died at the sword of Zhan Song's father, Zhan Kewei.
Lin Jianrui's blood letter "The revenge for killing his father is irreconcilable" was hung in front of the camp bed, vowing to avenge this blood revenge.
Zhan Kewei is a veteran general. He was the deputy general of the Duwei Mansion during the Southwest Daqian War. When he was young, he led his troops to defeat the Dijun barbarians. In the six-month-long battle, a total of three Dijun barbarians died under his sword.
One hundred and twenty-one people were killed, and eighty-six were injured, which can be described as a great achievement in battle.
Why is it so clear? Because not only Zhan Kewei, but also the guards and soldiers around Zhan Kewei are counting.
Zhan Ke is not very meritorious, but he is very militant. He counts the number of enemy casualties, which fills him with a sense of honor and accomplishment.
Zhan Song's troops coming to Chuangchang Gorge this time were less than 800 in number. Lin Jianrui had been lying in wait here for a long time and was waiting for a fight.
Lin Jianrui led his deputy and guards to leave first. Shen Lie, Dai Yu, Zhai Jinsheng and others were raising their feet to follow, when a hand suddenly grabbed Shen Lie and whispered: "Shen Langjun, wait a minute."
He was Lin Yiping, Lin Xinchun's biological brother, Lin Jianrui's second uncle, and one of the three scribes who went to Zuilu with Wang Xudu and Lin Zhen to invite Shen Lie to visit the state.
He looked outside the camp, pulled Shen Lie aside, and begged: "Mr. Shen, if you accompany my nephew to Chuanchang Gorge later, be sure to help me pull him in at this critical moment."
"Why?" Shen Lie asked.
"He..." Lin Yiping couldn't say anything about his nephew, and said with a frown, "He can't fight, let alone fight. The first time he saw a murderer, he was so frightened that he fell off his horse and vomited for a long time."
Ji Xiahe heard this from the sidelines and was frightened when he thought of the murder scene at the city gate he saw when he followed Deputy Lieutenant Lin out of Guangzhuo.
"Since it was the first time, it should be better now." Shen Lie said.
"Just...five days ago." Lin Yiping weakly raised his finger.
"..."
Ji Xiahe and others were dumbfounded.
"Such a child's play!" Dai Yu said, "If you are afraid of killing people, it means you have never been able to lead troops in war. There are 6,000 soldiers in the Pinglan Camp. How can they be easily handed over to such...such new recruits!"
Lin Yiping became even more worried and couldn't continue talking.
Lin Zhen on the side said: "This matter is related to my cousin."
Lin Yiping didn't even have time to stop him, so he heard him continue: "My cousin and nephew Lin Xian grew up together. My cousin's wet nurse didn't have enough milk, so it was Lin Xian's wet nurse who used to feed my cousin. 2. We are as close as brothers. Lin Xian's nephew lost his father when he was young and volunteered to lead the army. My nephew persuaded my cousin to give him the position of general."
"..."
Deep silence.
Lin Yiping held his forehead, his head hurt.
"Mr. Lin," Ji Xiahe said, "seeing your appearance, do you know that this is inappropriate?"
"No, no, I didn't mean that." Lin Yiping denied continuously.
"Is that appropriate?" Ji Xiahe looked at him.
Lin Yiping is about to cry.
"Alas." Ji Xiahe sighed.
"Let's go." Shen Lie looked at Dai Yu.
Watching Shen Lie and Dai Yu leave, Ji Xiahe shook his head and looked back at Lin Yiping.
Lin Yiping smiled and sweated like beans.
In the spacious open space outside the company camp, the army was ready to go.
Lin Jianrui got on his horse. The armor he was wearing was his father's. It was a little old and there were many blood stains on the armor.
The armor weighed twenty kilograms, which was very heavy, but he didn't even frown. He stood with his sword on his horse, looking majestic and full of vitality.
Seeing Shen Lie and Dai Yu coming out, Lin Jianrui waved his hand: "Bring them here!"
A reddish-brown horse with shiny coat was led out by his men. The horse was tall and strong, with strong limbs and well-proportioned muscles. The mane on its neck hung softly, and there was a tuft of darker hair on its head.
"Mr. Shen," Lin Jianrui raised his hand, "A BMW is worthy of a hero. This horse is called Longying. It was a gift from the owner of the Kuihan Horse Farm in Langfeng County, southeast of Hechuan. My father searched all over the camp and couldn't find it. A man who can match this horse. When I saw Mr. Shen yesterday, I felt that this good horse must be controlled by Mr. Shen, and I hope Mr. Shen will accept it!"
