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Chapter 35 There is news

The daylight was bright, but the wind in February was still strong. Chen Qi stood at the door of Jiulingtang and watched the door curtain rolling.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Jinxiu's voice sounded from behind.

"I'm not looking, I'm listening." Chen Qi said, looking back at Fang Jinxiu.

listen?

Fang Jinxiu came over.

"...It is absolutely true that the Jin people were brought in by Duke Cheng Guo..."

"...So you mean Duke Cheng Guo really took refuge with the Jin people?"

"... He fled after being guilty and had no place in the world. Of course he had no choice but to seek refuge with the Jin people..."

"...It is said that he has colluded with the Jin people for a long time. He has been entrenched in the Northland for so long and has been bribed by the Jin people long ago..."

"...I didn't expect that Duke Cheng Guo would be such a person..."

"...People are greedy and cannot satisfy themselves. He has great achievements and power..."

The wind carried the discussions outside the door and came in from time to time.

"Nonsense." Fang Jinxiu said, "What's so good about this."

Chen Qi spread his hands.

"Idleness is idleness." He said, looking at Fang Jinxiu, "You might as well be in Yangcheng, there is nothing to do here."

After learning that Miss Jun had been kidnapped by Lu Yunqi, Fang Jinxiu rushed back.

"Come back and get your wages," she said.

Chen Qi chuckled, and when he was about to speak, the discussion outside the door became even louder.

"...Wait a minute, isn't that bad... Duke Cheng Guo is so powerful, wouldn't he be invincible if he leads the Jin people?"

"...Yes, yes, they will come to the capital, right? Let's pack up and run."

"...Why are you so anxious? The emperor hasn't run away yet..."

"...Don't worry, it won't happen. Without Duke Cheng Guo, we still have Uncle Qinghe. Have you forgotten who is Duke Cheng's soldier? Uncle Qinghe!"

"...We have blocked it and driven the Jin back. Just watch. In a few days, the Jin will come again to sue for peace and admit defeat..."

"...That's right, Uncle Qinghe is very powerful. If he hadn't been framed and caused a war, there would be no Duke Cheng in this world..."

Hearing this, Fang Jinxiu snorted.

"Nonsense," she said again, turning around and walking inward.

Is it nonsense that Uncle Qinghe is so powerful? Chen Qi laughed, and just as he was about to turn around and follow, he heard the rapid sound of horse hooves on the street, accompanied by scolding.

"Urgent report, urgent report."

This voice has become familiar to everyone in the past two months. It is a messenger from the Northland War.

Chen Qi couldn't help but lift the curtain and look out, seeing the bustling crowd on the street shouting and making way for the post soldiers covered in dust as they galloped past.

I don’t know whether this is good news or bad news.

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The emperor stepped into the palace, and several ministers waiting here bent over and saluted.

"What's the matter? Are you in such a hurry?" the emperor asked with a frown.

Several ministers looked at each other and hesitated for a moment before one minister stood up helplessly.

"Your Majesty," he said with a slightly trembling voice, "Uncle Qinghe has lost news."

The emperor was stunned.

"What do you mean by lost news?" he asked.

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The weather in Qizhou in February was very cold, especially when it snowed last night. Although the snow was not heavy, it was frozen on the ground. Looking at it in the daylight, it made people feel freezing.

Qinghebo, wrapped in a thick wool cloak, had been standing on the castle all morning.

"Uncle, please go in and rest for a while." The general beside him advised in a low voice.

"How long?" Qinghe Bo didn't answer, but asked.

"It's been three days," the general replied hurriedly, "Don't worry, uncle, the news has been sent out."

Uncle Qinghe's expression softened slightly, but his eyes still looked straight ahead.

The sight ahead was desolate, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, the trees on the ground were scorched black by fire, and there were bloodstains on the ground exposed by the snow blown by the wind.

It can be seen that there were fierce battles here.

Farther away, densely packed flags can be faintly seen.

There is nothing scary about the flag, what is scary is the soldiers and horses under the flag.

"How many more have come?" Qinghe Bo asked again.

The general's head hung slightly.

"Thirty thousand people came from the west," he said.

"Then there are one hundred thousand soldiers and horses surrounding us now." Qinghe Bo nodded and said.

When the amount of one hundred thousand was mentioned, he didn't seem to be afraid.

The general lowered his head and answered yes.

"Are you scared?" Qinghebo looked at him and said.

The general straightened his body quickly.

"The general will not be afraid," he said loudly.

Qinghebo nodded.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. The Jin people are best at playing this kind of siege warfare." He said, "We have enough food and grass, so we are afraid of what he will do."

"Uncle Mingjian." The general said with admiration.

"Now that we have broken through the encirclement and sent the message out, we will attack these gold thieves head-on, just in time for the reinforcements to intercept them from behind," Qinghe Bo said.

The general answered yes again.

As he said this, the ground seemed to tremble, and Qinghebo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It seems that the golden thief is going to attack again." He said, swung his cloak and said, "Fight him."

With the sound of war drums, countless soldiers gathered again.

Looking at the men and horses in the city, the generals standing on the castle sighed, and then looked at Qinghe Bo who was walking down.

"Mingjian, Mingjian, if it is really Mingjian, how could we have been ambushed by the Jin people?" A general couldn't help but whisper.

The general next to him hurriedly hissed at him.

"It's time now, don't say anything anymore." He advised in a low voice.

The former generals were still angry with themselves.

"It's still hard to say at this time. Just because it's hard to say, he is becoming more and more stubborn." He said, "He insisted on dividing his troops to attack together, but as a result, he was cut off and surrounded by the Jin people."

The general next to him sighed.

"Fortunately, we broke out of the siege and reinforcements will arrive soon." He said with an excited look, "The closest one is Suning Pass."

When Suning Pass was mentioned, the previous general's expression softened a bit.

"Fortunately, he still remembers that he is a general." He said, "He is not crazy enough to crowd out the Qingshan Army, otherwise..."

Several generals turned back to look outside the city. The densely packed flags seemed to be getting more and more numerous, rolling towards them like dark clouds.

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Groups of officers and soldiers rushed back and forth to convey orders to break camp.

Several generals in the main camp pointed at the sand table to make final confirmations.

"Okay, according to the plan handed over by my uncle, we will go west from here..." said a general, "then turn north and cross the Pingchuan River, and then we can directly attack the east side of the Jin people."

All the generals nodded and accepted the order.

"Okay, my uncle is under siege. It affects the overall situation of the war. Please work together..." the leading general said solemnly.

A bearded general who was standing at the end of the queue and listening carefully suddenly felt someone poke his arm.

He looked sideways and saw a bastard.

The bastard didn't look at him, stuffed something into his hand, stood up and walked away.

The general looked surprised, looked at the soldier, then lowered his head and felt what was in his hand.

A note.

What's the meaning?

The general frowned slightly, hesitating again and again, stroking his beard and raising his hand. He looked down sideways, his expression suddenly horrified, and he subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand.

"Lao Wen, what are you eating?" the general next to him noticed and asked in a low voice.

General Wen laughed dryly.

"No, no, swallow." He whispered.

The general smiled.

"Scared?" he whispered.

General Wen shook his head hurriedly.

"How could it happen?" he said.

When the two of them finished talking, the general in front coughed heavily.

"...Does everyone understand?" he said, looking at the two people talking here.

The other generals in the room also looked over, looking a little indifferent and dissatisfied.

It's already good to be able to lead the army after being turned into a close aide of Duke Cheng. You should cherish the blessing.

The two generals' faces turned red.

"I understand." they shouted.

"Then let's all go back and set out," the general said.

Everyone in the tent responded in unison and turned around without hesitation. Although General Wen stood outside, he did not go out first. Instead, he stayed aside and watched the generals file away. His expression

complex.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Wen?" asked the general standing in front of the sand table.

General Wen looked at him.

"Master Zong, your uncle wants us to cross the Pingchuan River and then attack the Jin people from the east, right?" he said.

Master Zong frowned slightly.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" he asked.

General Wen hesitated.

"No, the general thinks that maybe..." he said, finally gritting his teeth, bowing his head, "The general accepts the order."

After saying that, he strode out.

Mr. Zong, who was standing in front of the sand table, looked disdainful, but said nothing more. He lowered his head and looked at the sand table seriously.

General Wen rode back to his station at a gallop, where his subordinate generals had been waiting for a long time.

"How about it?"

They obviously already knew the news that Qinghebo's army was besieged, and they also knew that this call was to go to support.

"I really didn't expect that Uncle Qinghe would be ambushed."

"There is nothing we can do about it even if the Jin people are powerful."

"I think we should go to Pingchuan River to support."

"No, I think we should attack the Jin people's food and fodder. The Duke once said that the Jin people are actually timid. They gather a large number of people to build strength. If the morale of the army is shaken, it is very easy to collapse."

"Who knows where their food and grass are? We were not informed and we were just allowed to follow them and run around blindly."

Before General Wen could speak, they started arguing, but in the end they couldn't decide.

"Where are we going?" They looked at General Wen and asked, "How did uncle arrange it?"

General Wen looked at everyone, but the note he had just swallowed appeared in front of his eyes.

"We," he said slowly, word by word, as if each word was worth a thousand pieces of gold, "walk from the east, cross Xingta Mountain, and arrive at Songyuan." (To be continued)


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