Chapter 250 Xiangnan

"Yes, retreat..." Liang Shuo roared and leaped out of the battle, arriving in front of Mu Xi.

With a swift and ruthless movement, he wielded his sword, clearing a path.

With Peng Hai and Liang Shuo guarding her from the front and back, Mu Xi hurried towards the east side of the mansion.

The overall layout of the Western Border Jin Fangjun Mansion is almost identical to that of the mansion in Moyang City. In other words, the temporary mansion in Moyang City was built in imitation of this one.

Before the banquet, Mu Xi had already learned that if he fled eastward, the Donghai cavalry, who had been pre-arranged to infiltrate Qingyan City, would provide support.

They fought their way through and soon arrived at the courtyard outside the hall.

The two thousand elite cavalrymen that Princess Qingyang lent to Mu Xi were not just for show. Although they were kept outside the mansion by Mu Heng's troops, they were ready to launch an attack as soon as they received the signal.

A feint attack from the front, followed by support from the flanks.

"Stop them, don't let them join together." Mu Heng's face was ashen, and he quickly noticed the clues.

The narrow hall entrance became the focus of the struggle.

Liang Shuo and Peng Hai stood like two gatekeepers, guarding the entrance and fighting a bloody battle against the ever-flowing armored soldiers.

Peng Hai had several wounds on his body, and his robes were stained with blood, but he was like a mad tiger, roaring repeatedly, and he actually used his brute strength to force back several enemies.

Liang Shuo, on the other hand, was like a slippery venomous snake, weaving through the flashing blades, each swing of his short blade drawing blood.

"Go..." Mu Xi also held her sword horizontally in front, seized an opening, and the moment Peng Hai smashed open another bloody path, her figure flashed like lightning through the gap between the two armored soldiers and headed east.

Liang Shuo and Peng Hai, along with their guards, followed closely behind and rushed out with all their might.

Outside the east wall, Mu Xi could hear the elite troops sent by Princess Qingyang fighting fiercely with Mu Heng's western border garrison. The night wind carried a strong stench of blood, and flames soared into the sky.

There's only a wall separating us; if we just rush out, we'll escape to safety.

"Your Highness..." In the midst of the chaos, a Qingyang Army officer, his face covered in blood, led his troops to break down the door and rush in.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mu Xi quickly followed.

Bribing one or two guards in advance, using minimal force to achieve maximum effect, seems to be quite effective.

Whether in Moyang or the Western Regions, the Jin Fangjun Mansion has never truly belonged to her.

Mu Heng chased after them in a fit of rage, his eyes contorted with rage, large patches of the whites of his eyes bloodshot: "We can't let them get away! Fire arrows... fire arrows!"

A dense rain of arrows poured down in the direction where Mu Xi and the others had retreated, turning the Jun residence into a sea of ​​fire.

Several Qingyang soldiers who were covering the rear fell down with screams.

Liang Shuo and Peng Hai once again stood behind Mu Xi, wielding their weapons to deflect the arrows, the clanging sounds echoing incessantly.

Behind them came Mu Heng's frantic roar and the increasingly dense footsteps of the pursuers.

Without turning her head, Mu Xi headed straight for the east side gate.

The hope of regaining control of the western border forces was utterly thwarted after this banquet.

Not only did they fail to gain control of the military, but they also suffered heavy losses.

Filled with resentment and boundless anger, Mu Xi finally fled into the vast darkness of the western border.

escape.

Such a smooth escape.

Even the east gate of Qingyan City had been opened in advance.

Despite everything going so smoothly, Mu Xi felt quite uneasy.

The Western Frontier was her last hope, but tonight that hope has been completely shattered.

Even if they escape the western border, where will the road ahead lead?

Where is Mu Xun now?

Having escaped Qingyan and the Western Border, where else could she go in this vast world?

Taking advantage of the night breeze, they left the city and broke camp overnight.

Mu Heng caught his breath but continued his relentless pursuit.

And so, they stumbled and crawled along the way, fleeing in a panic. They finally made it out of the western border, but seven or eight out of ten of the East Sea cavalrymen with them were gone.

With Mu Heng's ruthlessness, it seems there's no going back to the Western Territory.

This was not as simple as she thought, nor was it unexpected; she simply couldn't be content without giving it a try.

-----------------

The setting sun, like blood, spilled across the barren hills where the western and southern borders met.

Several wrecked carriages and over a hundred cavalrymen silently proceeded along the winding dirt road.

In the center of the procession, Mu Xi, dressed in a dusty gray-green casual robe, slumped in the carriage, her face pale and almost transparent.

The days of fleeing and the shocking changes had almost drained her of all her energy, but deep within her clear, bright eyes, a cold flame that refused to be extinguished still lingered.

Of the two thousand cavalrymen borrowed from the East China Sea, one-tenth were lost when escorting Liu Yang. In the western border, in order to escape Mu Heng's pursuit, they split into three groups and scattered in all directions. Now, only a little over a hundred cavalrymen remain, the main force of which consists of the personal guards brought by Liang Shuo and Peng Hai.

Liang Shuo spurred his horse closer, his voice hoarse: "Young Master, further ahead... we'll reach Yemachuan, the border between the Western and Southern territories. This area is complex, infested with bandits, and with the current chaos of war, I fear even more bandits will swarm here. Should we change our route?"

Mu Xi forced herself to stay awake and lifted the curtain of the car window to look outside.

Outside the car, a suffocating, foul odor filled the air, a mixture of sweat, dust, rotting matter, and a faint, faint smell of blood. Groups of refugees, carrying their families, dragged themselves along, likely all fleeing into Xiangnan City, a territory under the jurisdiction of Xiangnan.

During his days away from the Western Border, Mu Xi had already learned that Moyang City had fallen for the fourth time and once again become the target of everyone's anger. The ordinary people in Moyang City might not care about who won or lost, but a figure of great importance like Marquis Shen Lun of Yong State would certainly not stay in Moyang, and would most likely have already returned to his ancestral home in Qinzhou in Dounan.

If Shen Lun returns to the Southern Territory, then Mu Xun must have been transferred there as well. Now that they can't find him anywhere, they'll have to target Shen Lun.

Before heading to Dounan, we should detour to Xiangnan first. Firstly, Liang Shuo and Peng Hai are quite familiar with Xiangnan and are wholeheartedly dedicated to finding Mu Xun, so we can temporarily stay there to prepare and gather information. Secondly, Qi Yingyu should still be in Xiangnan at this time. No matter what we do, we'll always need money, so we should meet up with her first.

In addition, the scattered cavalry of the East Sea are probably useless, but there is still Bai Su in the South, who is the leader of the troops, so they can still rely on her. Therefore, Mu Xi disguised herself as a commoner merchant caravan and had everyone change their titles in advance. The cavalry guards disguised themselves as bodyguards and also came to Xiangnan.

Unexpectedly, just yesterday, upon entering the territory of Xiangnan, I heard that Bai Su had been dispatched by King Yu Muji to attack the troops of Xuan Youjun of the Northern Region, and was no longer in the Southern Region.

It was precisely because of the large-scale exodus of troops from the southern border that bandits and outlaws sprang up everywhere, taking advantage of the chaos to plunder.

The displaced refugees moved forward slowly and numbly, their backs hunched, the women clutching their children with vacant eyes. The elderly shuffled along, the children were emaciated and pale. When horses or a few vehicles occasionally passed by, the refugees would huddle together in fear, their eyes filled with terror and despair.

Despite their dire circumstances, the refugees continue their journey.

She still has resources at her disposal, and perhaps she can still help these refugees a little.

Thinking about it this way, I realized there was no need to take any detours.

Before he could even speak, a commotion arose behind him, and someone cried out, "It's terrible! The bandits and outlaws are here..."