Yun Chui is in the northeastern border, Yumu County.
This is a cold place. Often after autumn, the trees freeze into jade sculptures, so it is called Tamaki County.
Beihai Customs.
Zhongyong Bo Xiao was in a good mood, standing at the top of the city and looking east.
A dozen miles away is the vast North Sea, with endless blue waves.
However, at the end of last year, when Xiao Zheng led the Donghai garrison from Pinghai County to the north, he realized that the Beihai in front of him was actually not that big.
Across the North Sea is the Baekje Peninsula, and further east is the base camp of Japanese pirates.
And continuing to the north, that is the territory of the Beixiong Empire.
"General, battle report from the south! Good news, good news!" Xiao Yong ran over happily waving a stack of paper.
His family has been the guard of Uncle Zhongyong's Mansion or the former Duke Xiao's Mansion for generations. Now that Xiao Zheng is leading his troops north, he has become one of the personal guards.
"There is another news from Xingji City. Nanfeng has destroyed the country, and the Xingluo Legion and Zhennanguan officers are escorting hundreds of Nanfeng civilian and military generals to the north."
"Hold!"
Xiao Zheng cursed happily and depressed at the same time, and quickly took the battle report and read it carefully.
They were all legions. When Yan Hui was stationed in the south, he did nothing except being bullied. But as soon as Xingluo passed, Nan Feng became a dead one.
It just so happened that the ones stationed with him at Beihaiguan now were the Yanhui Corps.
"General, look!" Xiao Yong pointed to a certain place in the military newspaper and said happily: "The second young master is on the list of those who were escorted north in triumph. Calculating the time, the second young master should have arrived home safely."
"That's good, that's good." Xiao Zheng also just saw Er Zi's name and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
The master and servant looked at each other and couldn't help but feel happy.
The appearance of Xiao Gang's name in this battle report not only means that he survived the battlefield and won real military merits; it also means that the Zhongyong family can temporarily hold on to the title of their ancestors.
"Let's go!" Xiao Zheng waved his hand in a refreshing voice: "Inspect the various city gates carefully again to see if there are any omissions."
As a father, he cannot lose to his second son.
As he walked, Xiao Zheng raised his head and looked north.
It is almost May, and the severe cold in Tamaki County has disappeared, and there is a vibrant scene of spring flowers blooming everywhere inside and outside Beikanhaiguan.
When the news of the last breach of Huchou Pass reached here, the originally aggressive steps of the Beixiong people slowed down a lot.
Presumably, the news of Nanfeng's demise spread to the surrounding neighboring countries, and the royal families of various countries must carefully consider the capabilities of the Yunchui Empire again.
In an instant, Xiao Zheng gained a little more confidence in guarding the Beixiong Pass and stopping the Beixiong people who were preparing to invade south.
Report!
However, just after walking a few steps, a loud and urgent sound came from behind.
"General, the Japanese pirates are attacking Baekje in a big way, and Baekje is asking me for help."
Xiao Zheng suddenly stopped, turned around and looked up coldly towards the vast North Sea to the east.
Beixiong's feet slowed down, but the pace of the Japanese pirates in the east accelerated?
The Japanese pirates have always been greedy. As long as they gain a foothold on the Baekje Peninsula, they may head west along the peninsula or cross the North Sea at any time!
Snapped!
Xiao Zheng punched his palm heavily.
Most of his current subordinates are the Donghai garrison stationed in Pinghai County. They have been fighting bloody battles with Japanese pirates on the eastern coast for generations.
It can be said that almost every soldier has a father or ancestor who was killed or injured at the hands of Japanese pirates.
When it comes to fighting the unfamiliar Beixiong people, they may be a little reluctant, but they are forced to go northward by the emperor's order. But when it comes to fighting the Japanese pirates, everyone is eager to eat their flesh and drink their blood.
After taking the military information and looking at it, Xiao Zheng didn't say a word, holding on to his sword and striding toward the Chinese army's tent.
In the west, deep in the Xiliang Prairie.
The Prairie Royal Court learned of the news of Nanfeng's subjugation immediately.
"This Ruan Tianshou..." King Xiliang was speechless for a while.
"Your Majesty, although the prince of Nanfeng has not been captured yet, Nanfeng has actually perished. The Starfall Army can withdraw to support other directions at any time. Should we in the grassland be cautious?"
"Your Majesty, from what I have seen, it is best to wait for Beixiong to launch the attack first and attract most of the Yunchui Empire's attention and military strength. It will not be too late for us to advance eastwards."
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The King of Xiliang glanced at them silently.
brush!
In front of the anxious ministers, he tore the military report from Nanfeng to pieces.
"For the survival and future of the grassland people, I will only say three things."
"First, block the news of Nanfeng's destruction of the country."
"Second, here's the order. All tribes must speed up the recruitment of soldiers, equipment and food. They must raise enough shares before early May. Those who delay will be punished by military law!"
"Third, the army will march eastward. Anyone who dissents will be killed!"
As soon as this order came out, the entire grassland tribes, large and small, went into a stir.
It's okay to say that soldiers are recruited according to the number of people in the tribe. However, food, grass and equipment are scarce in the grassland, so it is not so easy to get enough quota.
Many tribal leaders have turned their attention to the caravans on the east and west lines.
Now that the Royal Court has decided to attack Yunchui at all costs, the east-west trade routes will no longer exist for a long time in the future.
Instead of letting the caravan go back quietly, it is better to "borrow" it and use it for your own use.
For a time, the prohibition "not to harm the traveling caravans" agreed between Xiliang and Yunchui no longer existed, and more than ten caravans heading west or returning east were killed in an instant and their blood flowed like rivers.
Ling Yunsheng, the leader of the Ling family caravan in Sulan County, was sweating profusely and looking around.
Some time ago, he was heading east with a caravan full of goods.
However, when passing by a tribe with whom they were familiar, the tribe that was friendly in the past refused the caravan's approach this time and even did not allow them to stay on the grassland.
Ling Yunsheng was confused.
Fortunately, the tribal leader secretly sent someone over to report the situation for the sake of past friendship.
The entire caravan suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
The road to the east was no longer possible, so Ling Yunsheng hurriedly led the caravan all the way to the north to hide. While hiding, the sky was full of gods and Buddhas, praying to Amitabha for blessing.
His caravan was born in Sulan County, which is the economic center of Yunchui. Therefore, it is a large caravan, with more than 800 vehicles carrying goods alone. It is not comparable to the small and medium-sized caravans of the Gu family.
of.
The grassland is vast and boundless. Even if the Ling family is a large caravan, it is like a grain of sand in the sea. Once thrown out, it will be difficult to find again.
So they are still safe so far.
"Uncle Mo, where are we now?" Ling Yunsheng asked the old guide.
"Sir," Ling Mo said with a confused look on his face while holding the map, "According to our speed and direction these days, we should be about 2,300 miles northwest of Yanchi Fortress."
well.
Ling Yunsheng sighed. He also saw Ling Mo's dilemma, "Are there any signs around?"
Only by finding the mark can you truly know the specific location of the caravan and determine its direction.
Ling Mo stared at the map carefully: "There are no tribes around here anymore. If you go more than a hundred miles north, there should be a desert of no return."
Not returning to the desert?
Hearing this name, Ling Yunsheng took a deep breath.
He quickly asked people to check the water carried by the convoy, and then sent guards to search for this desert of no return.
The Gu family's caravan had only about forty guards, while the Ling family's caravan had two hundred guards. The business leader gave an order, and the guards, in groups of five, mounted their horses and dispersed in a hurry.
The next day, the guards returned to the team one after another, but they did not find Bugui Desert. Instead, the guards who went east ran back with strange faces.
"Master's house," the five people looked at each other and said hesitantly: "There are Xiliang people grazing about two hundred miles to the east. The five of us did not dare to get too close, so we changed several directions and took a few glances from a distance.
Eye."
"Their family emblem looks a lot like Kelun."
Ling Yunsheng frowned, somewhat disbelieving: "That Kailun tribe near the Yunchui border?"