Chapter 327 Do you believe it?

After leaving the house, Rong Yi had a dark face and could not see the familiar people who greeted him along the way.

He rushed into the stable, grabbed the dragon in the water and began to scrub it.

The dragon in the water was stunned. "Who would be so kind as to use water to wash a horse in this cold winter?" He kicked the bucket over with his hoof, splashing water all over Rong Yi's pants.

"You little bastard! You are such a bastard!" Rong Yi cursed angrily and quickly wiped the water off his pants.

The cotton pants absorbed water very quickly and were soaked through in the blink of an eye, making him shiver with cold.

At this moment, a heavy blanket fell on Rong Yi's head. Rong Jiang came over and pretended to be stern:

"You're so powerful! How dare you slam the door in front of two generals? And you're even trying to bully Little Six? If you have the guts, go out and kill two Black Scale Cavalrymen to vent your anger!"

Rong Yi was still angry. He grabbed the blanket and threw it on the ground, then turned around and rushed out of the city.

Rong Jiang laughed slyly, "As soon as you leave, I'll expose you for leaving the city without permission. I'll definitely demote you!"

"Don't try that on me!" Rong Yi yelled angrily and rushed over to wrestle with Rong Jiang.

The two brothers "fought" each other for a long time until all their anger was vented. Then they stopped with a head of grass feed on their shoulders, and received a contemptuous "eye roll" from the water dragon next to them.

Rong Yi was so tired that he was out of breath. He crawled into the blanket, wrapped himself tightly, and let out a long sigh.

"Brother, I can't bear it... How can I abandon the people of Southeast China... How can I abandon them..."

Rong Jiang concentrated for a long time, and did not directly answer Rong Yi's question. Instead, he suddenly talked about another matter:

"During the food shortage, there were some hungry bastards who stole food and even children from the people's homes. Do you remember?"

Rong Yi didn't know why Rong Jiang brought this up. "How could I not remember? Those beasts were starving, wanting to eat anything. General Huo personally beheaded the people you led the team to capture. Such a big thing, the whole army remembers it."

Rong Jiang nodded, as if hesitating whether he should continue talking to Rong Yi.

Rong Yi saw this hesitation clearly and naturally refused to let it go.

The two of them had been beaten and in trouble together since they were young. In order to protect Rong Yi, Rong Jiang even made fewer mistakes and was beaten more. There was never any concealment or secrets between the two of them.

Rong Yi grabbed Rong Jiang's neck and said, "Hurry up and tell me! What are you hiding from me?!"

"It's nothing." Rong Jiang didn't even need to ask Rong Yi to keep the secret. With just a complicated look, Rong Yi stopped playing around.

Rong Jiang picked up a piece of grass and chewed it, his mouth full of sour taste. He continued:

"At that time, General Huo was furious, so I concealed one thing and didn't report it. On the day I led the team to arrest people in the city, I actually caught three scoundrels at the elementary school. They were also starving and had gone to steal things, but they didn't steal food or children, they just stole the sticky rice paper used for writing."

"Glutinous rice straw paper?" Rong Yi thought that the three of them were quite geniuses. They could actually think of eating this thing to fill their stomachs. It was indeed much more delicious than Guanyin soil.

Rong Jiang continued, "Guying City has been ravaged by war for years. When the war zone was being rebuilt, everyone was focused on building fortresses, granaries, and cellars. Only General Huo suggested that although there were not many children in Guying City, we should not be careless and ruin their future. He insisted on building a primary school.

Soon, a primary school was built, and the children studied and learned calligraphy there. The people were extremely grateful to General Huo. However, since the war began, because the Northern Expedition Army had taken away most of the food and fodder, our supplies were very scarce. We couldn't even get food in, let alone glutinous rice and straw paper.

When I was leading a search team in the city that day, those three ruffians were in the school warehouse, eating glutinous rice paper desperately. There was not much rice paper left, and they almost ate it all up.

I wanted to report this, but General Huo was about to punish the thieves severely, and I was worried that the three thieves would be severely punished for a minor crime. Plus, everyone was scattered that day, so I was the only one who discovered this. Unable to resist the three people's pleading, I softened my heart and did not report it, keeping the matter a secret.

Rong Yi knew his brother's temper and that he was always soft-hearted.

I'm afraid that even if those three brats hadn't pleaded for mercy, Rong Jiang would have let them go. After all, they were extremely hungry and didn't think of stealing food or children, they just stole toilet paper.

Rong Yi understood what was going on, but he didn't understand why Rong Jiang suddenly said this. Rong Jiang suddenly looked at him with a serious expression and said,

"The entire city only had so much toilet paper in the elementary school, and those three brats ate it all. So where did General Huo get all the toilet paper for those thousands of letters about storm rescue?"

Rong Yi was stunned, as if he was completely unable to - and dared not - respond to this question.

On those thousands of sheets of glutinous rice straw paper, each word was vigorous, powerful, dry and desperate, telling the tragic and desperate plight of the Lion Army in a tearful manner, deeply shaking the hearts of the people of Nan Kingdom.

Placing the entire army's last hope on the storm and placing faith in the people, how romantic and brave, what a great legend.

Rong Jiang spoke with difficulty: "Could it be that thousands of sheets of glutinous rice paper were prepared in advance? If so, then everything that is happening right now is also prepared in advance—"

"Enough! Stop talking!" Rong Yi stood up suddenly and interrupted Rong Jiang.

He didn't dare to listen any further, and his face turned pale.

Rong Jiang looked deeply at Rong Yi. "I dare not think about it either. I kept telling myself that maybe it was just a coincidence. It just so happened that some people had stored a lot of glutinous rice paper at home, and it just happened to be requisitioned. Or maybe Ye Yan did a good job of preparation, and that paper..."

Rong Jiang couldn't continue, as he himself felt that this reason was far-fetched.

But he really couldn't understand why Huo Gannian could predict the future and prepare thousands of pieces of straw paper in advance, and be ready for a magnificent prayer show.

Rong Jiang's brows knitted together. "Also, when everyone was passing the letter around, I felt it and it was not the right thickness."

Rong Yi also frowned: "What do you mean?"

Rong Jiang sighed, "I personally received this letter from the rebel courier and delivered it to General Huo. I felt it was quite thick when I touched it, but it wasn't that thick when I circulated it just now.

And just now, when I handed General Huo tea, I noticed a tiny, almost invisible gray mark on the side of his finger. This means that the rebels sent more than just a letter from the Eastern Palace, but General Huo burned it after reading it.

After Rong Jiang finished speaking, Rong Yi was so shocked that he was speechless.

He understood what Rong Jiang meant, but didn't dare to think about it too much.

The Donggong letter cannot be fake, but what else comes with the Donggong letter?

Is it a secret letter from the rebels?

It seems Huo Gannian has known the rebel leader for a long time? Do they have private contact?

But it was obvious that the Lion Army was trapped by accident, the storm was a natural phenomenon, the rebel army was spontaneously organized by the common people, and the leader was elected by the rebels one by one, not appointed by the emperor!

Huo Gannian probably hasn't even met the leader of the rebel army!

If what Rong Jiang said was true, then what was it that Huo Gannian couldn't let anyone know?

Seemingly regretting saying this to Rong Yi, Rong Jiang patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"So, whether it's the straw paper, the march north, or the annihilation of the Northern Expedition... none of this is up to us. It's either decided by imperial power or by fate. You and I have no choice but to obey... Also, what I just said is of uncertain truth and is of great importance. Remember, don't let anyone else know besides you and me."

Rong Yi's shoulders stiffened. "Brother, is it possible that these are just your wild guesses and you guessed wrong..."

"Of course it's possible. Who can see everything in the world?" Rong Jiang smiled bitterly. "But think about it carefully. The rebels have night-flying wings, which even regular armies don't have. They're so sophisticated and complex. How could they be manufactured in a couple of days? Even if they could, without ten or eight years of training, could they successfully carry out an airdrop?"

The more Rong Jiang spoke, the more frightened he became. He didn't dare speculate any further. He frowned and looked at Rong Yi in confusion, and finally asked:

"Seriously, using a storm to send a rescue letter? Isn't that a bit too dreamy? Do you really believe it?"

After a long silence, Rong Yi's face turned pale and his voice was weak, but he tried to pretend to be firm:

"I believe it. As long as the boss believes it, I believe it!"