After inspecting the refugee resettlement, Mrs. Yu returned to the house arranged by Tian Yao when dusk fell.

Hejian Prefecture, which was not attacked by the Jin soldiers, maintained its former prosperity. The house behind the government office was gorgeous and warm.

Groups of maids and servants lined the yard, helping Madam Yu to wash and change her clothes, and serving her delicious meals. The families of the civil and military officials in the city sat together in the house, chatting with Madam Yu.

It was not until the lights came on that the ladies said goodbye in unison.

The curtains in the room were drawn, the lights were turned off one by one, the maids and servants left, and only Madam Yu was left.

Until this moment, Mrs. Yu slowly exhaled, and leaned back on the bed with a look of fatigue that could not be concealed. It was unknown how much time had passed, but she seemed to have fallen asleep. But the next moment, she slowly reached out her hand and took out a jade pendant from her neck.

This is a small jade ring, not of very good quality, tied with a red rope.

Madam Yu closed her eyes and stroked the jade ring.

"Yulang, it looks like you will die before me in this life." She murmured softly, with tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

She held the jade ring tightly in her hand, and slowly sat up, looking at the dim light in the room, her back straight and motionless.

The night was as dark as ink, and the sky and the earth were pitch black.

But looking around, there is a night sky with torches like stars. As you get closer, you will find that this area of ​​stars is very large, like a river.

It was late at night, the noise and fighting of the day had faded away, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Under the flickering light of the torches, one could see that the tents were in tatters. The flags stuck on the ground had marks of being burned and were tilted crookedly. Many of them had fallen to the ground, covered in blood and dirt, and their original appearance could not be seen.

This is a flat land surrounded by trenches. At first glance, it seems that there is no one there, but if you look closely, you can see heads moving in the circles of trenches.

Moans and soft sobs could be heard from it.

The sound of leather boots stepping on the ground made the trench quiet for a moment.

"How many casualties?" A mellow male voice rang out in the trench.

There was a rustling sound of armor, and it was obvious that the soldiers were standing up.

In the flickering light, I couldn't see their faces clearly, I could only see their shadows crowded in the narrow trench.

"Your Excellency, there are still 120 people left on our right wing." A hoarse voice sounded.

This sound brought silence to the trench again.

"Good boys." said a mellow voice.

Then there was the movement of leather boots, and the figures here moved along the trench, seeming to check the soldiers lying and sitting in the trench one by one.

I don't know how long I walked, but the footsteps stopped and a tall figure climbed up the trench.

The figures behind him hurriedly followed and stood behind him.

The tall figure stood there in silence for a long time. A gust of wind blew by, bringing a whimper, and it seemed like the sound of a horn.

"Let the soldiers withdraw to the third line of defense." A mellow voice suddenly sounded, "There are remnants of the city wall there to rely on."

Back off one step, back off two steps, and now finally back off three steps.

Ten thousand people, three were killed, more than half were killed, the formation was dispersed.

The so-called remaining city walls are there to rely on, which means that we are about to enter the final battle to the death.

His voice was calm, and in the darkness and the wounded soldiers everywhere, it sounded the same as always.

"yes."

The voices of the generals behind him were immediately heard, and they were as calm as before without any fear.

"It's a pity that Duojun escaped." The mellow voice said again.

"Then the people of our three counties will surely retreat safely." The general behind him said, "It's worth exchanging him for hundreds of thousands of my people."

The mellow voice laughed.

"Yes, it's worth it," he said.

The others followed suit and laughed.

In this bloody and dark battlefield, this laughter is as intoxicating as a spring breeze.

At this moment, the ground in the distance shook, and there seemed to be a dark pressure coming.

The laughter faded.

"You're so impatient to attack again. It seems Tuoba Wu is very anxious." said a mellow voice.

"He is afraid of reinforcements, so he wants to end the battle quickly." said a general.

The mellow voice laughed again.

"But, I, Zhu Shan, never expect reinforcements." He said, and then he turned around, bringing with him a dark swaying wave, "Fight."

"Yes!" the generals shouted in unison.

The sound of a horn blew across the land in the middle of the night, colliding with the black clouds rolling in from afar.

The sound of the horn seemed to anger the dark clouds over there, and a buzzing sound was heard after a moment.

This whooshing sound was not the previous nonsense, but Chinese, with strange intonation but clear words.

"Kill Zhu Shan!"

"Kill Zhu Shan!"

"Kill Zhu Shan!"

…

Inch by inch, light overflowed from the ground, and the earth gradually became brighter.

Spring seems to have not yet arrived on this vast plain, and it looks bleak and desolate.

With the morning light, a group of people appeared on the plain, about seven or eight thousand people, all wearing armor, followed by ten baggage carts.

The sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar, and three black horses appeared in sight.

The horses came galloping over, and because they were running so fast, the leader's big red hood fluttered and his turban fell off, and a braid of hair fluttered behind him. They were so fast that they arrived in front of the army in the blink of an eye.

The soldiers in the army stood still. The three riders did not make them panic at all. They moved through the formation and soon arrived in front of a car in the middle.

At this time, there were many people standing in front of the car. There were road maps placed on the table in front of the car. Yang Jing, Xia Yong, Li Guorui and others gathered in front of it, looking at something carefully and talking in low voices.

As you get closer, you will see clearly that these road maps are actually just local road maps, but they are much magnified and clearly outline a gully and a country road.

Miss Jun was also standing by, listening to their discussion calmly.

"Sister." Zhao Hanqing shouted, reining in his horse and turning around, pointing the whip in his hand behind him, "The White Hair Groove is in front."

Hearing her words, everyone surrounding Yutu laughed immediately, and Li Guorui couldn't help but clenched his fist and shook it vigorously.

"This route is indeed the right one," he said. "It saves five days compared to the usual time."

"Of course it is true." Xia Yong said, "No doubt about it."

Li Guorui smiled and looked at Miss Jun beside him with some emotion.

He has lived in this northern area for eight or nine years, and he didn't know there was such a road to take, let alone a little girl who was only in her teens.

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Li Guorui looked at the map on the table. How was it drawn? It was so precise that there were certainly some mistakes, such as the names of some villages were different, but most of them were accurate.

The maps are all drawn according to the local appearance, and when looking at the maps he always feels that this place was formed according to the maps.

Miss Jun raised her hand to signal for the map to be put away.

"Then we are about to enter Yizhou," she said.

Her voice was soft, but when she uttered the word "Yizhou", people around her couldn't help but feel numb, and some even couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yizhou.

They had been generals and soldiers for so long, but this was the first time they set foot on the Jin people's territory, bringing soldiers, guns and artillery carts with them.

It was both scary and exciting.

Miss Jun walked over slowly, looked at them, and then looked at the standing military formation.

There were flags fluttering in the army formation. Although there were many flags, there were actually only two of them, one with "Shun'an Army" written on it, and the other with "Qingshan Army" written on it.

The dozens of people from the Qingshan Army were no longer lined up alone. They were mixed in with the Shun'an Army in a disorderly manner. Many soldiers of the Shun'an Army were wearing the same armor as the people from the Qingshan Army. Now, if you don't look carefully, it is almost impossible to tell who is who.

"Master Li," Miss Jun said, turning back to look at Li Guorui, "You followed me to Yizhou. Does that count as privately mobilizing troops?"

The Shun'an Army of Hejian was sent to Bazhou on the pretext of rescuing the people going south, but Li Guorui eventually led his troops northward, and this news was kept secret from the Hejian camp.

"This is not considered private mobilization of troops." Li Guorui said, "We are soldiers under Duke Chengguo."

So what?

Yang Jing, Xia Yong and others looked at him.

"Soldiers obey their generals, generals obey their marshals, and marshals obey the emperor. The court is high and far away. We, the little soldiers and generals, do not understand, nor are we qualified to understand. The court's orders are for Duke Cheng to follow, and we follow Duke Cheng's orders. Duke Cheng has never ordered us to withdraw, and Duke Cheng is now fighting the Jin people in Yizhou, so naturally we have to fight too." Li Guorui continued.

Speaking of this, his expression became serious.

"So this is not considered private. If the court wants to punish us, it is not us who should be punished, but Duke Cheng."

Miss Jun laughed.

Jin Shiba, who was standing at the head of the team, curled the corners of his mouth and sneered.

"What are you laughing at?" Lei Zhonglian asked immediately.

Jin Shiba did not ignore it as he did in the past.

"I laugh at the saying that people who are close to vermilion become red, and people who are close to ink become black." He said, "Even this young general dares to lie with his eyes open, and he is so righteous."

"I think he is right. He is not blind." Lei Zhonglian said.

Jin Shiba looked at him.

"Because you are blind," he said.

Lei Zhonglian raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but Miss Jun's voice rang out again. He quickly stopped talking and looked at her carefully.

Miss Jun looked towards the military formation.

"We have less than 8,000 men," she said, "and are about to face off against the Jin army, which has tens of thousands of soldiers. Are you afraid, in another country, in another territory?"

"Don't be afraid!" A chorus of shouts rang out.

"Why aren't you afraid?" Miss Jun asked.

"Because Duke Cheng is not afraid." The shouts were answered again, "Because Miss Jun is not afraid."

Li Guorui also shouted, as if it was a habit and as if it was natural.

Yes, Duke Cheng was not afraid and went deep into the Jin territory to kill their prince. Miss Jun, a weak woman, was not afraid and followed them to fight against the Jin people.

What's more, with these sophisticated armors and the baggage carts loaded with sharp weapons, one can be worth ten. What's so scary about that!

Hearing the shout, Miss Jun climbed onto the horse with a smile, followed by Li Guorui, Xia Yong and others.

Miss Jun rode her horse forward a few steps.

"Then let's go..." she said, taking the long sword from Zhao Hanqing's hand and pointing it northward, "to save Duke Cheng."

There was a loud bang in the army formation, with spears and swords pointing northward, and the deafening roar covered the sky and the earth.

"Save Duke Cheng!"

"Save Duke Cheng!"

"Save Duke Cheng!"