The rain is gurgling outside the window, and the pen and ink are in full swing inside!

Chen Sanlang was writing this one quickly. After writing this one, he put down his pen, walked over there to wash his hands, wiped it dry with a dry towel, and sat down again at the table.

The case is quite chaotic, with paper stacked, including information that has been continuously transmitted back in recent days, and there are descriptions of the battle situation in the capital.

There are many exaggerated practices in the battlefield numbers. For example, in the past, Li Hengwei, the coalition forces of the Kings, claimed to be "300,000"; for example, the Yuan Wenchang troops were out of Yangzhou, claimed to be "500,000"; for example, the 100,000 Liangzhou Iron Cavalry... and so on, the actual numbers are definitely not so many.

But I have to say that larger numbers are more deterrent and more scary.

At present, these have little impact on Laoshan, and the numbers provided are only for reference and easy to evaluate. Besides, from thousands of miles away, the information sent back will be greatly reduced regardless of the timeliness or authenticity. It is better to be the world in the dream, and it will be a thousand miles away, flying in the sky and hiding...

Could that be the real world of immortals?

Chen Sanlang laughed at him, restrained his distracted thoughts, and returned to the current reality.

Autumn is deep and winter is approaching. In the far north, it is afraid that it will snow in another month or two. The cold climate will definitely have a significant impact on the battle situation. From a certain perspective, the timing of Yuan Wenchang's uprising may not be as good as he expected. With his preparations, he must have known that it would not be so easy to break through the past before conquering Wuling Pass.

If possible, sending troops in the spring of next year is the best choice.

However, he didn't have many choices. If he waited any further, Li Hengwei's army had wiped out Yongzhou and Manzhou, and successfully returned to the court.

In that case, Yuan Wenchang would lose more.

After thinking about it, Chen Sanlang opened the door and went out and entered the public room where Zhou Fencao was.

"Young Master!"

Zhou Fencao and Guo Chu were working, but when they saw him coming, they quickly got up to greet him.

Although etiquette is complicated, it cannot be abolished. If you are rude, you will be fearless, and if you are fearless, you will be chaos.

Chen Sanlang sat down and said, "Winter is coming soon. According to the current situation in Yongzhou, there must be countless refugees and wandering around. You must be prepared."

Zhou Fencao and the others were shocked. If Yuan Wenchang did not rebel, Shi Pojun would have completely lost his foothold and would probably retreat and run back to his hometown Manzhou, and would not cause any more trouble. But now the situation has developed to another road. Shi Pojun killed Jiang Zhen, took a break, and stayed in Yongzhou and refused to leave. With the behavior of the Barbarians, they would definitely attack everywhere, plunder various materials, and arrest the strong men.

When the people can't survive, there is only one way to escape.

Now, the entire Yongzhou area may only have Laoshan Prefecture remain stable and there is still food to eat. It is conceivable that the target of countless refugees will be here.

By then, the pressure of Laoshan Prefecture will be under unimaginable.

Zhou Fencao inexplicably remembered the arrival of Yongzhou refugees in Jingxian County. Fortunately, Chen Sanlang was there. Now the young master is still there. He has been promoted from the county town to the capital city, and the operational space is larger and more autonomous, so he is naturally not afraid.

I heard Chen Sanlang say, "It is actually a chance to have refugees coming. There are still many fields left here, and people need to farm; and the army also needs to be constantly replenished. Only those who work hard can be strong."

Zhou Fencao immediately said: "I understand."

When he was in Jingxian, Chen Sanlang had already shown how to accept refugees. At that time, only one or two hundred yamen runners and soldiers were going to maintain order and suppress the situation.

And now, there is a strong city, and thousands of soldiers.

With this confidence, no matter how many refugees there are, you won’t be afraid.

Chen Sanlang said again: "What I am worried about is the county town below. Sir, you carefully write down all the precautions for resettlement of refugees, copy them and distribute them to them below. If you do well, remember the credits. If you don't do well, you don't need to do it. In addition, the county town has limited capacity after all, so they can guide refugees to the city."

He paused and said, "There may not be no one available among the refugees. Pay attention to it to avoid missing it. If someone defects, you must also care."

"yes!"

Zhou Fencao should be very happy, and Chen Sanlang, the core of the basic affairs, made it clear. What they need to do is to refine and execute it well.

...

In the wild, there were a scene of sad wind and rain, the road was muddy and the cold air entered the body, and a group of people were walking hard in the wind and rain.

This team of people is quite large, and it looks like there are three or four thousand people. However, their appearance is not very good, their clothes and armor are wet, and their faces are full of fatigue. If it weren't for the constant shouting and driving away, they would be afraid that they would not be able to walk.

They have walked a long, long way and have hardly had much rest.

But if you want to escape, you must do this.

Many people have not yet figured out that even though the situation is very good, there is hope of breaking the prefectures and counties, why are they suddenly reversed and defeated and fled? Hundreds of brothers who were chatting and laughing and having dinner together a few days ago were killed and fell on the battlefield. They can never get up again, and even their corpses cannot be buried in peace. They may become the magic nutrients of the Shura Demon Sect, and their souls will suffer and cannot be liberated.

More people just escaped, or were separated from the team, or disappeared during the escape process. As for those who successfully escaped like them, they didn't know where to go or where to go? They just walked numbly and couldn't walk anymore, and fell to the ground - all the way, and many brothers had already fallen on the way.

No one can guarantee that he will not be the next one.

The team suddenly stopped, and everyone looked up blankly, wondering what happened to the leader and the others who were walking in front of them. Had they decided where to go? Should they go home or where?

At the forefront of the team, more than a dozen riders were surrounded by Mo Xuanyi. He was wearing a thick straw raincoat and a straw hat. The rain couldn't get in, but his heart was colder than the wind and rain.

Ten days ago, his Dongting Army still occupied Zhongyuan Prefecture, and was the leader of the rebel army in the entire Yongzhou territory. But ten days later, he was defeated and fled thousands of miles away, leaving only such a few troops to follow him, and the food and grass were about to be exhausted. The morale of the army was not dispersed, but was about to despair.

Zhongyuan Mansion can go back, but so what?

When he sent troops, he had almost brought all his resources. It was no different from the empty city. After returning, he could not defend all of them. When the barbarian army arrived, it was slaughtered.

So, where can I go?

Mo Xuanyi narrowed his eyes and looked at the dense rain curtains. Finally, he made up his mind. With a wave of his hand, he almost shouted: "Let's go to Laoshan!"

The general next to him said in pain: "Chief, we really have to defect to others. This time we go, we can only become dependencies and cannot make decisions."

Mo Xuanyi sighed: "Now you go with your men and horses, you may still be able to gain some reliance; when all the men and horses are dead and run away, we will be real beggars."
Chapter completed!