Only when you take care of yourself can you take care of others. Being kind-hearted and willing to help others does not mean that you have to be manipulated at will.
Mu Yunhan was just about to find a way to disperse these people when he saw a group of soldiers with bright armor running over in uniform order.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Anyone who doesn't leave after three gongs will be punished as a spy!"
The rough voice roared like a tantrum, and no matter whether the refugees heard it clearly or not, the loud gong sounds of "Dang, Dang, Dang..." started making a fuss.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the three gong sounds were over.
A stout centurion raised the wooden stick in his hand, hit the man who screamed the loudest, and shouted: "Catch the spy!"
"Aren't you hungry? Go and eat prison food!"
"Don't run...stop!"
There was a commotion, and the refugees who had gathered together to surround Gu Fenglin, Mu Yunhan and others instantly scattered and ran very fast.
"These bullies are afraid of the strong..." The centurion spat on the ground and stepped forward to salute Gu Fenglin and Mu Yunhan: "We have been ordered to escort you and your lady back to your home."
Gu Fenglin raised his hand lightly: "Who is your boss?"
"My general's surname is Meng." The centurion pointed to the street ahead: "He's here."
Mengjia wore a silver armor and rode a purple horse, walking over with a stern expression.
When Mu Yunhan saw him at first sight, his heart shrank.
Meng Jia has changed too much. His once handsome and handsome face has become cold and solemn, his eyes are cold and sharp, and the mustache that he deliberately grew makes him look much older than his actual age.
The war has tempered his shoulders and arms to become stronger and stronger. He sits on the horse with a spear across the saddle, iron-blooded, strong, cold and deep.
This is Meng Jia’s latest impression on Mu Yunhan.
He glanced at her indifferently, his eyes did not stay too long, and naturally turned to Gu Fenglin, cupping his fists and saluting: "Master Priest, Mrs. Anguo."
Gu Fenglin said: "General Meng, have the chaos in the city been eliminated?"
Meng Jia said businesslikely: "It should be almost done after today. Where are you? How is the pursuit of the Qi people?"
Gu Fenglin said: "According to the latest battle report, hundreds of enemies were wiped out on the outskirts of the city, and a team of about a hundred people fled to the border and are pursuing them."
Meng Jia nodded: "Where is the first offender?"
He was asking about Jiang Xu.
Gu Fenglin said: "He was seriously injured and has not yet been brought to justice. Can the casualties and losses of the people be calculated? How will we prepare for disaster relief next?"
Meng Jia glanced at the increasingly intense sun, frowned and said, "My lord is seriously injured and busy looking for his wife. There may be some things in the court that are not clear to me.
This time, the DPRK suffered heavy losses, nearly half of its officials were killed or injured, and three granaries were burned. Even if the DPRK wanted to provide disaster relief, it was powerless."
"So serious?" Mu Yunhan didn't know much about the sudden intrusion of the Qi army, and thought it was simply unbelievable.
Meng Jia ignored her and deliberately ignored her, and said to Gu Fenglin: "So, the people of Qi have sinned heavily. Please, sir, please do your best to keep them in Zhao, no matter what!"
Gu Fenglin said solemnly: "I understand."
Meng Jia added: "The news about the burning of the granary has not yet been spread. Once the news leaks out, it will definitely cause a new round of turmoil. In the past few days, I also ask you to bring more people with you when you and your wife go out to prevent accidents and people who have no way to survive.