Lin Qingyuan took out a parchment, found a five-pointed star among the dotted symbols, and showed it to Song Liyun: "To the east of the Mida Valley is a highland, hills, and forests, and the Uda headquarters is inside.
There is no grassland there, no grazing, and most people don’t know the forest conditions. Even if the East Vietnamese vassal tribe goes there, it will take time to find it.”
The map route in his hand not only includes rivers and swamps, but also includes the number of tribes and winter and summer pastures along the way. It is the hard work of the Qi family in the grassland for decades.
Lin Qingyuan has been operating in the grassland for many years. He has the map of the Qi family in front of him, plus the identity convenience brought by the caravan. Due to his professional sensitivity, he knows the migration of the tribes on the Dilu grassland very well. Even the area where Wuda headquarters is located, he has
all know.
At this time, he was talking to Song Liyun.
"Those Qubu in East Vietnam also underestimated Mrs. Wu Ya and Ashledo. Young Master Wu Ya, Ashledo, had already hidden his headquarters before the expedition, making it difficult for ordinary people to find them."
"How far is it from us?" Song Liyun asked directly without looking at the map.
That kind of painting without indicators, scales, or illustrations is difficult for others to understand except for you.
Lin Qingyuan didn't look at it. He seemed to have memorized the map in his head and replied directly: "It takes nine days to travel, including several places where the tribes have the densest pastures to replenish food.
It’s just that some tribes are already on the battlefield now, and they can’t walk these two thousand miles without food.”
In the past, when he traveled in caravans, he would replenish the dry food and water at each tribe he visited at the next stop. Especially now in winter, the journey was slow and more dry food was needed.
But now the positions of those tribes are unclear, the wind in the grassland is trembling, and everyone is nervous and wary of strangers. If you go in rashly, you will probably be slashed with a knife.
Therefore, even though he said he was willing to lead the way, he might not be able to pass smoothly, so he said he would have more time.
He stayed overnight and traveled in vain, traveling at least two thousand miles in nine days.
Song Dekui took a deep breath.
He quickly took Lin Qingyuan's map, which looked like ghostly symbols, and looked left and right, but he couldn't even identify the north, south, east, and west. He only felt that the symbols were dazzling.
Song Liyun was not worried about the lack of supplies on the way. She waved her hand and said, "We don't have to go into the tribe to find water and food. How long will it take to bypass the tribe directly?"
Lin Qingyuan looked at the map for a long time this time and gestured for a long time before saying: "Six days!"
Song Liyun was a little dissatisfied because he could only save three days.
However, a little room for maneuver was found, and the vassal tribes of East Vietnam only set off three days in advance.
Soon, Wu Dong and others knew that Song Liyun was going to the Wuda tribe at dawn. They couldn't believe their ears and immediately expressed their opposition: "No, Miss Song, Mr. Xiao Qi said you can't stay away from the border guard station.
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Xiao Zongqi gave them an order to allow Song Liyun to walk in nearby tribes and never enter dangerous areas.
The war in the Mida Valley is currently intense. Once someone discovers Song Liyun's existence, he will definitely become a target.
Song Liyun had made up her mind. She said to Wu Dong: "Wu Xiaoqi, please send a letter back to the guard station tomorrow, and I will explain the situation. The Wuda tribe is in danger. If you don't go... you know that neither you nor I can afford the consequences."
Wu Dong was anxious. If what Song Liyun said was true and he let it go, how would Zhenbei Mansion explain it?
But he only had four sergeants, so it was very dangerous to run all the way into the grassland.
Bahrain and others were very excited. The Wuda tribe was their idol. If they could help the Wuda tribe resolve the crisis, they would not be afraid of hard work.
Song Liyun did not force Wu Dong to follow him into the grassland.
The four Wudong people are sergeants and have strict military discipline. If there is a conflict with the Dilu tribe on the way, it will involve disputes between the two countries.
Song Liyun and others are not afraid. With the name of the caravan, as long as they are not afraid of death, they can travel freely.
As for the four people in Bahrain, they are originally from the Di tribe and have no scruples.
The personnel were quickly counted, and Sergeant Wu Dongsi immediately returned to the Bahrain tribe at dawn and delivered the news to the garrison.
Lin Qingyuan and his six guards, and the four of Bahrain followed Song Liyun.
There was just some trouble arranging Song Dekui.
"Xiaoyun, don't think of sending me away. Getting married in Daping is important, and your safety is even more important. With Luo Baihu presiding over the wedding, we won't neglect him. When we can go back, we can give him another gift.
"Song Dekui refused to leave on his own.
Lin Qingyuan took care of his clothes and said with a smile: "Boss Song can't draw the bow with his hands, and can't control the horse with his feet. It's Miss Song's burden to follow him."
Song Dekui's eyelids drooped: "It doesn't matter if it's a burden, as long as I can beat you!"
"You..." Lin Qingyuan's nose was almost crooked with anger. He was resourceful and resourceful, but he had no power to restrain a chicken.
Lunkouyu, this fake ruffian is no match for the gangster who hangs out in the market all day long.
Wheel fists and kicks are also no match for Song Dekui, who looks lean but actually has a lot of strength when wrestling with cows, horses and mules every day.
Moreover, Song Dekui relied on his seniority over Song Liyun to outshine Lin Qingyuan in both words and deeds, which made him feel so angry that his heart ached.
Song Liyun also let this cheap uncle go back for safety reasons.
In fact, Song Dekui's presence helped her a lot invisibly. For example, Song Dekui was always providing fodder for the three horses.
Another example is tonight’s accommodation.
Because there were so many people, even though Lin Qingyuan and the others lived in the stables with oilcloths on their heads, they were still packed.
Song Dekui did not sleep alone. Instead, he took a blanket from Song Liyun and wrapped it around his body. He leaned against Song Liyun's door and closed his eyes to rest.
He has been around a lot at the bottom and has heard all sorts of nonsense.
These people don't know the details. Although Xiaoyun has many means of self-defense, he can't keep silent.
With yourself guarding the door, there is no more gossip.
It was a windy and snowy night again, and the snow finally stopped at dawn.
Song Liyun brought out a large pot of hot beef soup and a stack of steamed soft noodles from her room, and invited everyone to have breakfast.
Aunt Yun had prepared these things and put them in the space. She just took them out and heated them up.
There was so much food to be seen in the snow, and everyone happily came forward to get it, and no one had any doubts about the food.
After the meal, Wu Dong and the others got on their horses and returned to Wu Dynasty. He took with him several letters written by Song Liyun overnight.
The first letter was to Song Zhenping. In addition to caring about his recovery from his leg injury, he must remember to take medicine.
He also mentioned that his marriage should be arranged now, but his sister could not make it back in time, so he had asked Abbot Luo Baihu and Mr. Zhang to arrange it.
The lives of hundreds of people were at stake here, so I had to give up and rush back. I will apologize to my sister-in-law in the future.
The second letter is to Han Ming. The water in the Huangsha River has frozen, and ice cubes must be collected as quickly as possible to store them in the ice cellar.
If there is mutton coming from the grassland, it will be sent to the cold storage immediately.
In addition, thousands of leather goods and various workshops are entrusted to his careful management.
Fortunately, these matters have already been taken care of by regulations and manpower, and Han Ming only needs supervision.
In the letter, Song Liyun focused on Lin Qinghua, the eldest son of Lin. There was a precedent of Hong Jingtian and others' sneak attack on Baolin Residence. Song Liyun asked Han Ming to be careful to guard against retaliation.