Soldiers and horses were galloping under the sun, sometimes on the road, sometimes through the woods, sometimes across the creek, seeming to be taking shortcuts and not choosing the right path.
Thirty or forty soldiers and horses crossed a wasteland and saw a village. They slowed down and talked in low voices, hesitating whether to go in or not.
At the entrance of the village, a villager came out evasively, dragging a basket. When he saw the soldiers and horses not far away, he jumped like a rabbit, dropped the basket and ran back.
The hesitant soldiers and horses not far away immediately rushed over like hunting dogs without hesitation.
But the moment they rushed into the village, more than a dozen arrows were shot from the rabbit nest, and the fastest hunting dog fell off his horse with a loud scream.
Immediately, more than a dozen people died.
"There are ambushes, there are ambushes."
Shouting spread everywhere, and at the same time, more than a dozen people rushed out of the village.
Seeing that there were not many people on the other side, these soldiers and horses gained more courage. They drew their swords and guns and came forward howling. The two sides fought together. The ones with more people were fierce, and the ones with fewer people were also fierce. The numbers of both sides were soon evened out.
Then one side became weak, and at this time the sound of horse hooves was heard from outside.
This was a group of men and horses dressed in white robes, looking like idlers on a summer trip. But when the fighting party saw this touch of white, their momentum collapsed.
"It's the white-robed soldier!"
"The white-robed soldiers are here too!"
"Let's go!"
The scattered soldiers and horses did not run too far before they were surrounded and chased, killed or shot to death with bows and crossbows. The fight ended with the two sides facing each other.
"Zhenwu Army?" the leader of the white-robed soldiers asked.
The soldiers and horses here nodded, raised their hands and said thank you. Although they divided their forces, they all passed through Surabaya. The white-robed army over there left a fort to garrison, prepared food and fodder for them and gave them directions, and also told them what happened at that time. These
The news has spread among the army, so each other knows each other.
The soldiers and horses on both sides gathered together, and then looked at the villagers in the village who were hiding and peeking out.
"You can go to Yizhou City." A Zhenwu Army shouted, "The rebels have been repulsed and it is safe over there."
The villagers had been forced out by them to serve as bait. They were originally afraid and disbelieving, but when they saw that they were really fighting the rebels, they became doubtful. What's more, these fierce-looking soldiers and horses did not rob them.
After saying this, the Zhenwu Army did not bother to comfort the villagers, nor did they escort the villagers. They left on horseback. The white-robed army followed and asked, "Is King Zhao okay?"
They just arrived today and met many fleeing Fan Yang's troops on the way. They guessed that Zhenwu's army had succeeded, but they didn't know the specific situation.
"We haven't found out yet," the Zhenwu soldiers said.
When they saw Fan Yang's army on the way, they immediately killed him before they even approached Yizhou City.
"Why are you here too?" Zhenwu soldiers asked.
The white-robed soldiers pointed forward: "We are all here to help. We just fought against Fan Yang's army."
The soldiers and horses from both sides galloped forward together, and soon they saw thousands of soldiers and horses bandaging wounds and gathering dead comrades. On the battlefield after the brutal battle, a young white-robed general stained with blood was particularly special.
Conspicuous.
This is the man who was praised by everyone in Huazhou, Fan Yang's army fled looking at the white robe, and was called the white robe general by the people.
In fact, he is not a general, just a general, but in these troubled times, who cares about this.
The Zhenwu soldiers stepped forward to salute.
A soldier, who was wrapping his own wounds and hanging his arms, was wrapping the wounds of the white-robed general, who was naked from the waist up. While doing so, he could still free his hands to wipe away his tears.
"I just told you not to come. If you don't listen, the injury will never heal. There will be so many scars left here."
Seeing a dozen Zhenwu troops coming forward to salute, Xiang Nan ignored Chen Er's nagging and raised his hand to return the salute.
"Prince Zhao is already in misfortune." He told them the news he had just heard, and then looked at them, "Your young lady has entered Yizhou City."
When they heard that King Zhao was dead, several Zhenwu troops had no intention of stopping to say goodbye and left first. Xiang Nan watched them thoughtfully.
Chen Er continued to complain.
Xiang Nan looked at him and said, "Don't act like a woman, like a mother-in-law."
Chen Er stared.
"Women are not as mother-in-law as you." Xiang Nan corrected, "Tian Cheng and the others were beaten away by a woman."
Chen Er stopped talking when he heard this. He looked surprised when he thought about the news that Fan Yangbing had just told him. Zhenwu Army was really interesting. If the husband had something to do, he could still let his daughter-in-law lead the army.
"This Mrs. Wu is no ordinary daughter-in-law." Xiang Nan told him.
Husband and wife, it is not certain who will command whom.
At this time, when I think back to the looming back of the woman in the misty green light by the Surabaya River that day, it becomes very clear.
Xiang Nan stood up with his knees up: "Go to Yizhou City."
Chen Er saw the blood oozing out of the freshly wrapped wound, and was very angry: "After the beating, the person is dead, what's the point of us going there!"
Xiang Nan looked at him and smiled crookedly: "Xiang Nan has admired Mrs. Wu's reputation for a long time. I am lucky enough to meet her this time, so of course I want to get to know her."
Chen Er, a countryman, had never experienced or imagined this elegant thing of meeting someone because of his fame. Only then did he realize that General Xiang Du was actually a handsome nobleman.
What your gentlemen do cannot be considered ridiculous.
The white-robed soldiers were welcomed as they approached Yizhou City. General Zhou Xianhuan came to greet him in person. The fierce battle in Surabaya was a great help to Sun Zhe to overcome the predicament. At this time, the deserters were hunted down and the threat of the rebels in Yizhou was clear.
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"It's just that we are preparing for King Zhao's funeral now, so we can't drink with all the generals." Zhou Xian said.
Xiang Nan smiled and thanked her, without further greetings: "I wonder if I can see Mrs. Wu?"
Zhou Xian was not as uncomfortable as a strange man would be when seeing other women's family members. He said cheerfully: "It's no coincidence that the young lady has left."
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The horse returned as fast as when it came, or even faster.
Li Minglou was running too fast, and Fang Er's umbrella could not block the scorching summer sun. The wind kept blowing her robe and mask, as if to expose her to the blue sky.
She didn't know whether it was the sunlight or the long bumpy ride that caused her body to feel burning pain, but she didn't care about it. The urgent letter she received from Yuanji was burning in her heart.
Han Xu was in Xuanwu Dao and was in danger.
After the rebellion in Ankang Mountain, the east and north were in chaos. The people who followed Han Xu also lost news, and Li Minglou had no time to look for it. Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, Han Xu still appeared in Xuanwu Road, and he still appeared.
critical.
Li Minglou raised his whip fiercely, and the horse neighed faster. The wind blew the mask against Li Minglou's face, outlining his broad forehead, high nose, and small chin.
God has given her a slap in the face regarding Prince Zhao, but she doesn't care, she still has to do it.
Even if Han Xu will still die, she will have to watch him die in this life!
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As night falls, Yingchen City is shrouded in darkness. Compared to its former prosperity, the city now seems like a deserted place.
There was a light on in a room in the government office. Two people were sitting and one person was walking back and forth. The candlelight made his shadow lengthen, shorten and sway.
"We need to make a decision early." He lowered his voice, "otherwise, when Governor An arrives, we will have achieved nothing but accomplished something."
The two people sitting looked hesitant.
"Be careful." Someone whispered, "After all, not all the soldiers and horses in the city are under our control."
"Yes, what's more, there is an outsider here now." Another added, "That Han Xu is a problem, and now the people believe him."
The man who was walking stopped and stood in front of the table to block the candlelight, his face becoming bright and dark.
"Then use trouble to solve this problem." He gritted his teeth.