The engagement was real and it didn't seem fake. Jiang Cheng and the others put aside their last bit of doubt.

Zhu Zan didn't stop talking.

"...I haven't had the chance to tell you all. After all, you all know that I am a man of outstanding talent and beauty, and the women of the North are attracted to me. If I get engaged, I don't know how many people will be sad. This will have an impact on the stability of the North..."

Loud laughter echoed in the hall.

"Yeah yeah."

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"You must be tired after such a long journey. Go and rest first."

The voices of the generals rang out one after another, but this did not interrupt Zhu Zan's words.

"No hurry, I'm not tired."

"I haven't finished what I'm saying yet. You know, a woman once hanged herself for me. It was very scary..."

"For a handsome man like me, it is not easy to get engaged..."

"Of course you have never experienced this and cannot understand this kind of trouble..."

…

The news of Zhu Zan's arrival in Shenzhou soon reached Bazhou.

This was not because Zhu Zan had done anything great with his troops. In fact, Baozhou was much more stable than Bazhou because the army of Duke Chengguo had strictly guarded the area from the mouth of the Great Wall to the Juma River and blocked the main force of 50,000 Jin soldiers.

After Zhu Zan convinced the generals of Shenzhou, he immediately wrote a letter and asked the post soldiers to deliver it to Hejian.

After receiving the letter, Hejian Prefecture immediately sent it to Bazhou without stopping.

Although Tian Yao tried his best to let Madam Yu stay in Hejian Prefecture so that she could be safer, Madam Yu still insisted on following Miss Jun and the others. Although she would not go to the battlefield, she would stay in the nearest town to wait and help resettle the rescued refugees.

Mrs. Yu was very happy when she received Zhu Zan's letter.

"My second little one is here as expected," she said.

Second Little! Miss Jun laughed.

The arrogant, narcissistic and complacent Zhu Zan actually has such a rustic nickname.

Also, he clearly only has one son, so why is he always addressed as the second son?

"Before he was born, I gave birth to another child, but unfortunately I didn't raise him." Madam Yu said, "But at least I took a look at him, and he had a place in the family, so later I gave birth to Zhu Zan as my second son."

Then he smiled again.

"A bad name is easy to keep."

To the Duke Cheng and his wife, who had lost a son, this second son was such a treasure that they gave him a bad name in the hope that he could live well, yet they took him to war, raised him in the most dangerous border, allowed him to travel thousands of miles to the capital alone, and let him run around while being hunted down.

Now he is leading the troops from Shenzhou to rescue the people.

He has been living in an environment that is difficult to raise and doing dangerous things since he was a child.

Miss Jun looked at Mrs. Yu with a complicated expression.

Madam Yu did not notice her expression, but just looked at Zhu Zan's letter with a smile.

"Mother, I will take over Baozhou and Xiongzhou, and Bazhou belongs to you." She said, looking up at Miss Jun, "Then we can save a lot of trouble now."

Miss Jun nodded with a smile.

Mrs. Yu lowered her head and picked up another letter. When she saw the words on it, her smile deepened. She then handed it to Miss Jun.

"This is for you," she smiled.

Miss Jun looked surprised.

"Me too?" she said.

Does Zhu Zan know she is here?

In order to avoid being discovered by the Imperial Guard, she did not tell anyone her identity except Mrs. Yu.

Zhu Zan had just arrived from the capital, how did he know?

"You are his fiancée." Madam Yu said with a smile, "After greeting my mother, of course I have to greet my wife as well."

Otherwise, wouldn't it be exposed?

Miss Jun suddenly smiled. But did he really write a letter? She took it and opened it curiously. There was actually a letter inside, which expressed his concern and longing for her.

Although the feelings are sincere, they are actually empty and boring, and you can tell at a glance that the writer wrote it with his eyes closed or rolled his eyes.

Miss Jun smiled.

"I have to keep this letter carefully." She said, and pulled Madam Yu's arm again, her eyes shining, "Madam, please don't tell him who I am. He will be shocked when he sees me."

Mrs. Yu laughed.

"Okay." She patted Miss Jun's hand, "I won't tell him, or he'll be shocked."

The two were talking and laughing when Lei Zhonglian walked in hurriedly.

"Miss Jun, this is an urgent letter from the young master," he said.

Madam Yu is no stranger to the title of Young Master. This name appears frequently these days. It can even be said that it is closely related to them. Food, drink, and weapon making are all inseparable from him. In addition to money, he is also extremely well-informed about the news in the capital.

Mrs. Yu watched Miss Jun open the reel.

This kind of letter is an urgent letter, sent with the simplest words and the fastest speed. It is faster from Yangcheng to Bazhou than the express post of the Ministry of War. I don't know how he did it.

Miss Jun opened the scroll, and her smiling face suddenly froze, and her hand holding the bamboo tube clenched tightly.

"The peace talks are over," she said. "The cession of the three counties has been reached, the Jin army has entered the three states, and all troops stationed in the north have been withdrawn. If there is any resistance..."

She looked at Mrs. Yu.

"He will be charged with treason."

We all know who the person who disobeys will be charged with treason.

Miss Jun looked at Mrs. Yu with a sad expression.

Mrs. Yu looked calm.

"It's so fast," she said. "Many people may not have enough time to evacuate."

She was only worried about this. Miss Jun looked at her with a complicated expression.

"Fortunately, we have almost evacuated here." She said, forcing a smile, "Let's speed up."

Even if the speed was increased, it would not be faster than the speed of the Jin soldiers pouring in, nor the speed of the imperial court's orders. Many people would inevitably be too late.

…

Baozhou border.

The flames of war rose up across the sky, and there was wailing throughout the world.

Countless people were running wildly.

The north was still desolate in spring. The newly sprouted green grass was instantly trampled by the crowds. The wilderness was full of people, crying and running wildly. They fell down and were stepped on by the people behind them. After several such incidents, they could no longer get up.

Behind them, beacon fires kept rising, one after another, indicating that a large number of Jin troops were attacking.

Run, run quickly.

Teams of soldiers appeared in front of them. The running crowd saw hope and rushed forward with their hands raised, crying and shouting.

But those officers and soldiers also looked at the beacon fires in the distance, and fear appeared on their faces.

"30,000 Jin soldiers are about to break through the border." The leading general shouted, "We, let's retreat quickly."

The soldiers in front and behind immediately turned their horses around and saw that the officers and soldiers were about to leave. The people who were running towards them immediately knelt down and cried, blocking their horses' hooves.

Looking at these crying people, the leading general also looked reluctant.

"Don't be afraid." He said in a trembling voice, "You don't have to run away. You will be the Jin people in the future. You can still survive here."

The people were crying, and an old man came forward on his knees.

"Sir, we speak different languages ​​and look different, how can we become Jin people?" he cried, "Ten years ago, we welcomed the noble general and helped kill the gold thieves. Now that you are gone, how can the Jin people treat me as a human being?"

The general's expression was also complicated.

"It's not that we want to leave, it's just that the emperor's order is hard to disobey." He said, "Even Duke Cheng is withdrawing his troops. This place no longer belongs to our Great Zhou. We can't stay."

The people cried even louder, and the old man raised his hands and kowtowed.

"Please take us with you, sir," he cried.

The people knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Take us with you."

"Take us with you."

The crying shook the field.

Many soldiers on horseback could not hold back their tears, and the leading general was even trembling. He looked at the people kneeling on the ground, and then at the beacon fires that covered the sky, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Take care, you two." He said hoarsely, whipping the horse and urging it to go. "Go."

The horse neighed and leapt past the old man who was kneeling and kowtowing.

The other soldiers immediately followed him and rode away.

The people on the ground were crying and shouting in despair. Some stood up and ran after them, while others knelt on the ground in a daze.

How can a man's two legs outrun a horse's four legs?

Soon the soldiers were moving faster and faster, and the people chasing them were left behind. They fell down and watched in despair as the troops and horses disappeared into the distance.

But suddenly the running soldiers stopped, and another group of soldiers appeared in front of them.

What's wrong?

"No retreat."

A deep voice was heard.

The leading general's face turned red and white as he looked at the man in front of him who was holding up a command flag to block his way.

"My Lord," he said, "the Emperor's order cannot be disobeyed."

Zhu Zan looked at him.

"The emperor's order is to give up the land, not the people," he said, "but we cannot give up even one of the people."

The general had a complicated expression.

"My Lord." He pointed behind him, "The bandits are so powerful, I'm afraid we are powerless to stop them."

"We have to fight even if we can't win." Zhu Zan said calmly, looking at the beacon fire in the distance, "It's just one death."

The general tightened his grip on the reins.

"Why do you think you are a soldier or a general?" Zhu Zan's voice rang out again, and he looked at them with a burning gaze. "Why do you think the country and the people have supported you for ten years?"

At this point the voice suddenly rose.

"Is it so that you can flee when the thieves attack?"

"Is it so that you can turn a blind eye while you see people dying at the feet of thieves?"

"Did I give you armor, weapons, and horses so that you can run faster when the thieves come?"

"Are you serving as officials, generals, and soldiers just to be cowards?"

Sentence after sentence was thrown at them, making the soldiers here blush.

Zhu Zan no longer looked at them, put away the command flag in his hand, and rode forward.

"Go away, you cowards, go away and live well." He said coldly, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and swung it forward, "Good men, follow me to resist the enemy."

The soldiers following behind them drew their swords.

"Reject the enemy!"

With shouts, the horses galloped past the generals and soldiers like a tsunami.

Seeing Zhu Zan and others rushing past, the generals' faces turned purple.

"Damn it, it's just a death, isn't it?" he shouted, turning his horse's head and drawing his long sword, "Reject the enemy."

The soldiers around him also turned around one after another.

"Reject the enemy!"

The shouts were like mountains and seas.

The soldiers and horses passed by like waves.

The people who were kneeling on the ground were still in a daze and couldn't believe it. The shaking of the ground made them tremble all over.

The old man knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes and kowtowed three times. Then he wiped his tears, stood up, and stumbled forward with the support of the people around him.

Behind them, soldiers and horses were galloping back and forth, with military flags flying and long swords like a forest.

As long as the knife doesn't fall, the forest won't fall.

…

Bazhou border.

The people in the wilderness rushed forward, and behind them, soldiers lined up like a wall, looking at the beacon fire rising in the distance ahead.

The baggage carts had long stopped cooking and were half-crouching behind heavy shields. In front of each woman was a dense mass of stone bullets, and long spears were tied to the crossbows on the carts, tilted upwards, flashing coldly under the bright spring sun.

Behind them was a dense array of soldiers. Their armor was no longer shiny after so long a battle, but their spears were still like a forest, and several large flags fluttered in the wind.

Qingshan Army.

Shunan Army.

The army is like a mountain; that mountain will not fall.