Chapter 102 The Country of the Western Regions, Pakshana
Bordering the border of Lantao Prefecture, the terrain gradually rises, and the Hengchuan River is mostly visible in the field of vision. The fields are dry and yellow, looking desolate and majestic.
The dirt road winds along the mountains and ridges, and the crowds of people dragging their families, or driving donkey carts, and cattle and sheep rush southward, crowding across the road. From time to time, figures on horseback come galloping with whips waving.
Along the way, he yelled at everyone to give way.
"I am the envoy of Lingqu, and I have an urgent document from Baili. I hope everyone will get out of the way!"
The horses were walking against the current, and in the crowded crowd, some were knocked down, causing chaos. The woman carrying the basket cried and ran to help her fallen husband, and the child in the basket burst into tears with dirty faces.
; There were also passers-by who came up to challenge the knight to argue, but were whipped in the face by the knight who was guarding the official document.
The chaos became even greater. Chen Yuan was walking on another road pulling an ox cart. He looked at the chaos happening on the opposite side from a distance. This was the first time. The Jugu people marched eastward and broke through Yujian Pass. It took more than a month.
The former Luo capital mobilized soldiers and horses from Lianglong, and only halfway there, the Juqi people took advantage of the situation and defeated Gansha and Guazhou, heading southeast towards Guangwei. They were blocked under the city and could not attack for a long time.
Chen Yuan didn't know what the situation was like now. He only heard some stories from the people who fled from Lantao, and most of them were fragmentary information.
Further on, the sky gradually lost its light, and the autumn rain began to fall. From the northwest to the southeast, the roads were filled with people fleeing, including pack horses carrying belongings, women holding children, and old people resting on the roadside.
, there were also some guards wearing yamen uniforms who braved the rain and maintained a little bit of order in a dispirited manner.
After passing through two small counties and several towns, the population became sparse. The land where sheep and horses used to be herded was covered with yellowing grass, and the villages in the distance were lifeless. Occasionally, there were one or two figures standing there.
An old man with a gray bun sat at the entrance of the village and sang folk songs from the yellow mud. His desolate lamentation seemed strange in this lifeless place.
When he arrived at Huzhizhou, Chen Yuan met the commander again. He was sitting on a stone by the roadside with a bruised nose and face, taking a rest while wiping his wounds and sobbing faintly.
The horse on the side was already lame, lying on the ground and moaning.
The sobbing knight heard the groan of the turning axle and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes. Then he raised his face and saw a young man in green and gray robes stopping the cart and coming towards him. He hurriedly pressed the hilt of the knife, alert.
got up: "What are you doing?!"
"People from Qingshan County, Canglan River, heard about the chaos in the northwest, so they came all the way and wanted to do their part!"
Most of the people are on the run. If you say that you are here to perform a wood carving show, it will only aggravate others' suspicion. It would be more reliable to say that you are here to join the army and do your part.
"Are you an actor?"
Seeing that there were mostly puppets on display in the car, Na Lingqi looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, slowly loosened the handle of the knife, put it back into its sheath, and waved him away with a serious expression.
"If you all go to the battlefield, wouldn't our soldiers and generals be wasting the imperial rice and steel swords in their hands? My little brother should hurry up and escape with them. As long as the soldiers in the northwest are not dead, they will never give up.
An inch of land.”
"But your horse can't run anymore. I happen to have an ox cart, which is much better than walking. I'll take you there."
The man looked back at the horse that had traveled more than a hundred miles. If it had not been accidentally scratched by someone among the refugees, it would not have broken its hoof after running more than ten miles.
After hesitating for a moment, the knight nodded: "The military situation is urgent, so I will ride in your car first, but can you let Lao Niu run faster and arrive in Guangwei early tomorrow morning?"
"So urgent?"
As soon as the man got on the car, Chen Yuan waved his whip and gave it a fake slap. The old cow stepped forward knowingly. With its current behavior, it was not difficult to speed up the car with three people in it.
When the carriage was driven out, Ling Qi was a little anxious. How could he tell others about the urgent official document that he could carry, so he was speechless. On the side, Chen Yuan probably understood what his responsibilities were and stopped asking questions. While waving his whip to speed up, he asked
The situation there.
"Can Guangwei be able to hold on now? How come Jubegren is so unstoppable?"
In terms of the situation, the man could tell. He gritted his teeth and looked at the decaying mountains outside, and whispered: "The barbarians who are like dogs, the wolves who are not well-raised, join forces with the Yuejie people, and go south to attack Luo.
Du, here, they pretended to be a caravan and opened the Yujian Pass. If it weren't for the chaos in the court these years, our border troops wouldn't be so aggrieved. There are also those priests from the Posana Kingdom who have these things every time they attack the city.
The figure of the barbarian priests, but fortunately the Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion arrived and stopped their offensive in Guangwei City."
As the story was told all the way, Chen Yuan finally realized that Poshana was the name of the country of the Jubei people. Different from the tribe of the Yuejie people, Poshana was a large country in the Western Regions, with about 1.9 million households, and its people had brown hair and white hair.
He has deep-set eyes, green eyes, and is often called green-eyed beard by the border troops. He is spread all over the Western Regions. He is brave and fierce. There are priests in the country who often wear strange masks, beast furs, and small drums around their waists.
Using toad dance as a medium, you can call the gods to help you, or you can use curses to kill others.
Can they also call upon gods?
Wait... If there is a Western Region, then there must be other countries and races outside the Western Region... Will the gods be different too?
Thinking of this, Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, that would be interesting.
"Please lead the way. We should be able to reach Guangwei early tomorrow morning."
After admonishing, the old cow rolled his eyes and had no choice but to turn his hooves faster and faster. As the ox cart drove to the northwest, the autumn rain fell and the sun in the clouds tilted to the west, the city named Guangwei
Outside, tents were pitched in the Gobi and oases, like white tombs undulating in the howling sand wind.
The beggars with their heads wrapped in white turbans patrolled by. In a dome tent in the distance, a commander named Satuk was discussing the next siege with his soldiers. On a large cushioned chair nearby, his face was covered with yellow.
The brown-haired woman in gauze sits firmly and upright, wearing silver jewelry on her hands, feet, and wrists, as well as jewelry on her ears and nose.
A pair of green eyes were looking deeply at the army generals who were discussing tomorrow's attack on the city.
Feeling something in her heart, the woman from the Western Region looked at the opening of the tent. A Vasana soldier with a scimitar on his waist came in hurriedly. There was something in his hand, something light and jade.
"A jade pendant of the Han people?"
Saturk frowned and played it back and forth in his hands, "Who gave it to you?"
"I don't know, I just saw it being thrown over."
While the soldier was talking, the woman sitting over there looked at the jade pendant and asked Satuuk to give it to her. The latter held the jade pendant in his palms and bowed to hand it to the priest.
"Gulanduo, what is this?"
"A magical weapon in the Han people's country." The woman raised her hand and flicked it from the jade pendant, and a moderate voice suddenly came from it. The voice was very small, but it was enough for Satuk and the priest named Gulanduo.
Hear clearly.
The two looked at each other in disbelief, and Gulanduo suddenly laughed.
"There are also traitors among the Han people. Let's give it a try, what do you think, Commander Satuk?"
The commander with a thick beard and a high nose nodded and laughed.
"Then give it a try. Maybe there will be real Han people who are willing to help Vassana accomplish great feats."