Outside the Bingjian Palace, a carriage full of nobility, although not luxurious, was parked, waiting for Liu Mingzhi's arrival.
"Master, you are out!"
"Your Majesty, please get on board."
Liu Mingzhi nodded slightly as he watched Xiao Wu move to Mudun next to the carriage, holding on to the shaft and getting into the carriage. Looking at Liu Song who was about to drive, Liu Mingzhi opened the curtain and shook his head slightly.
"Liu Song, please don't follow me when I come to Beijing this time."
Liu Song suddenly looked at Liu Mingzhi in panic: "Master, did you do something wrong?"
"No, don't think too much about it. You stay in the house and help the young lady to deal with the things in the house. You should also take good care of the noble lady in the wing next to my study courtyard. Don't treat her badly if she needs anything. Don't miss our family.
You and Ying'er each have a key to the study. If I... you come here."
"yes!"
Liu Mingzhi leaned into Liu Song's ear and whispered a few instructions. Liu Song nodded hesitantly: "I understand, young master. I wish you a safe journey."
"If you're interested, go back!"
"Xiaowu, drive!"
"yes!"
Xiao Wu took the riding whip from Liu Song's hand and used his strength to get on the carriage ridden by four strong horses.
"Brother Song, don't worry, I will drive well and bring the young master to the capital safely."
"Drive calmly and don't forget the young master's living habits."
"Okay, don't worry."
Liu Song nodded silently and walked back towards the palace gate three times a step.
"Master, are you on your way?"
Liu Mingzhi took a look at the layout in the spacious carriage, including a soft and warm goose down cushion, a low table with four treasures of the study, candlelight, teapot, wine cup, pastries, and books.
Next to the low table was a small stove, which was burning slowly to warm the temperature in the carriage. Next to the stove were ten jars of unopened peach blossom wine.
The peach blossom wine brewed by Qi Ya himself is Liu Mingzhi’s favorite among all the wines.
It can be seen that Liu Song has put a lot of thought into taking care of his own habits, and has almost all the things that should be prepared.
Liu Mingzhi took out the Yizhi sent by Chen Jie from his cuff, looked through it a few times with complicated eyes, put it aside in the brocade box, picked up a book of interesting stories and leaned on the cushion to read.
"Let's set off!"
"yes!"
Upon hearing Liu Mingzhi's order, Xiao Wu waved the riding whip in his hand, and the carriage moved slowly, escorted by fifty elite soldiers, towards the outside of Yingzhou City.
After burning incense, the carriage slowly left the city gate.
Three thousand riders in the field saw the frame and saluted with clasped fists.
"We see you, Your Majesty, who is a thousand years old."
Liu Mingzhi opened the curtains, glanced at the neatly arranged three thousand soldiers and nodded slightly. Of the five thousand soldiers, about two thousand were left to guard the safety of the palace, and the rest are here.
With a gentle sigh, Liu Mingzhi raised his hand and waved.
"Enter Beijing!"
"Your Majesty has given orders to set off for Beijing!"
"Got the order!"
Under the command of the general's flag, three thousand horsemen turned around, guarded the carriage in batches, and rushed into the capital.
Some pedestrians on the official road were very excited when they saw the banner of King Bingjian. They bowed and retreated to both sides of the official road and knelt down to salute.
'Your Majesty is a thousand years old!'
When Liu Mingzhi heard the shouts outside the carriage, his calm expression showed a smile, and he silently looked through the books in his hands.
...........
The Turks are close to Heshuo, the Gushan part of the Hetao grassland.
A large number of Turks and a small number of remnants of the Jin Kingdom migrated to the territory of the Gushan tribe and began a new renovation operation.
The Turkic tribes obeyed Huyan Yunyao's orders and had been avoiding the sharp edge of the dragon's soldiers and horses these days, never engaging in direct confrontation with the enemy.
When the enemy pursues him, he breaks camp and moves away. When the enemy stops to repair, he settles down to live.
Large-scale migration is just a common thing for the Turks. In previous years, in order to find pastures with abundant pasture, they would migrate three or five times a year.
It's just that the reason for this year's migration is a bit special.
Although there were occasional casualties in the past few days, in comparison, the losses suffered in head-on confrontations with the enemy have been minimized.
However, the Turkic tribesmen and the remnants of the Jin Kingdom wandering on the grasslands found that their lives were becoming increasingly difficult.
In the past half month, the number of casualties and casualties per day and the number of people captured by the enemy have been gradually increasing.
The reason is that the dragon enemy army that has been following behind has occupied the river used to draw water on the grassland.
Just as Yunyang expected, it's not that snow melt water cannot be consumed, it's just that drinking it makes you prone to stomach upset.
It's okay once or twice, but no one can bear the pain after a long time.
As the saying goes, a good man cannot stand up to three enemies.
With such a large number of people, water mainly depends on rivers.
However, some rivers were intercepted by Dalong's soldiers and horses, and the water volume became less and less.
In order to replenish drinking water, they had to step into the enemy's restricted area. As a result, more and more soldiers and horses fetching water were either killed or captured alive.
Immediately, the troops of the two countries, who were mainly fighting on the grassland, caused panic.
How many days can I go on without eating, but I really can't do it without drinking water.
Unfortunately, now I am not short of food, but I am short of daily water.
It would be better if the snow water boils, but the cavalry chasing the dragon will not give you much chance to make a fire.
Under Yunyang's strategy of waiting and waiting, the Turkic elites took the risk to dig out the blocked river channel.
But this doesn't stop the current life from becoming more and more difficult.
Some smaller Turkic tribes even rebelled.
The Golden Eagle sent a message to Huyan Yunyao, and the Queen discussed it remotely again. They speculated that Dalongbuma no longer dared to extend the front line any longer.
So he ordered all the troops to continue to retreat northward, away from the river area occupied by Dalong's infantry.
As long as the entire enemy army is not massed and only the cavalry pursues them, they are still capable of fighting.
But as a result, the operation to snipe the dragon's soldiers and horses for subsequent supplies may have to be put on hold.
The orders of the two men once again caused panic. The two coalition forces turned the corner and lived a relatively stable life.
Although we still had to deal with the enemy cavalry who continued to pursue us from time to time, at least the drinking water problem was solved and our morale did not have to continue to drop.
The tug-of-war between the two sides' troops once again fell into a small shelving move.
Helpless, Yunyang and others changed the method of encirclement and suppression again.
Although there was no large-scale penetration, they were recovered along the river.
When the scouts discovered the enemy's traces, they cut off the flow of the water veins as much as possible according to the water veins on the map.
Force the enemy to come closer gradually.
As the Eight Immortals from both sides crossed the sea, the tactical duel showing off their magical powers was witnessed by a lone ranger riding on the grassland.
When a water-fetching team united by the Jin Kingdom and the Turks was once again chased and intercepted by more than 10,000 cavalrymen from the Protectorate, the lone ranger was riding a horse, standing at a high position above the snowfield, holding up a telescope and silently
Looking around.
The Lone Ranger wears a bamboo hat and a pale white scholar's Confucian robe wrapped in a thick apricot yellow cloak. On top of the apricot yellow cloak stands a majestic and vigorous golden eagle combing its feathers.
Watching the war between the two sides gradually coming to an end a few miles away, the man in the hat took out a simple pen and paper from the saddle on the horse, bent an exquisite curve and leaned on the horse's back to write.
Put the paper in a bamboo tube and tie it to the leg ring of the golden sculpture.
The golden eagle neighed and soared into the sky under the slap of the Lone Ranger.
The Lone Ranger put away his telescope, looked up at the boundless snowfield, and waved his riding whip gently.
One man and one horse galloped away, gradually disappearing into the wilderness.