late at night.
The soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty, still asleep, were awakened by the urgent assembly horn.
Regent Lin Mo of the Great Xia Dynasty issued an emergency order, and the army immediately assembled and set off for Shu.
No one knows what happened that would make the usually composed Lin Mo make such a hasty decision.
However, out of their admiration and trust for Lin Mo, the soldiers of Great Xia had no doubts whatsoever, and quickly packed their bags and embarked on their journey.
Just as the army was setting off, a fleet of fast horses carrying Lin Mo's handwritten letter traveled day and night towards Liangzhou at an urgent speed.
The contents of Lin Mo's letters were remarkably consistent: abandon Liangzhou, abandon the troops blocking Constantine, and fully support Shu.
Qin Liangyu, Sun Yang, Xiang Yu, Yue Fei and all other generals led their troops on a rapid march to Xichuan City to join forces with Lin Mo.
Because at this very moment, in Shu (Sichuan), outside the city of Xichuan.
Saladin, the god of war in the hearts of Muslims, is leading an army of over 500,000, in conjunction with King Bobwin IV of Jerusalem and his 350,000 Crusaders, 120,000 Knights, and 50,000 Templar Knights, in a fierce attack on West City.
The enemy commanders were all renowned generals in Europe, and they commanded millions of troops.
Including Emperor Ammon of Qutzi and the Arab army, Bai Qi's opponents numbered an estimated 1.5 million.
Although Lin Mo trusted Bai Qi a lot, there were still 1.5 million enemies, and Bai Qi was a god-like commander in the West.
How could Lin Mo not panic?
In this situation, what's the point of having Liangzhou?
If necessary, Lin Mo would even abandon the capital and gather all his troops to defend Xichuan City to the death.
In fact, Lin Mo's actions were not much different from abandoning the capital.
He left only Qiao Shan, the newly recruited soldiers, and three thousand soldiers to guard the capital.
Lin Mo took the sorcerer Yao Guangxiao, along with all the other generals, to Shu.
At the same time, he also left a secret letter for Sun Ruoxi.
If any changes are detected in the situation in the capital, immediately take your family and leave the capital to avoid the turmoil.
The next battle will be the most crucial one for Lin Mo since he came to this world; it will be his "Battle of the Heavenly King Mountain"!
The next day at noon.
After a long and arduous march, the soldiers of the Great Xia were exhausted.
Lin Mo strictly ordered them to march at a pace that would exhaust their strength, and even forbade the soldiers from having breakfast, all in order to reach Shu as soon as possible.
At noon, Lin Mo finally ordered the army to rest for half an hour, eat some dry rations, and then continue marching.
While resting on the ground, Lin Mo couldn't help but sigh.
Not long ago, he was still in the Prince's mansion, lying on a soft and comfortable bed, holding Huo Churan's warm body, playing cards.
What follows will be endless forced marches and daily exposure to the elements.
"Should I blame Bai Qi?" Lin Mo couldn't help but wonder. "Perhaps this infamous butcher in Chinese history truly had the ability to defeat an opponent with a million men!"
It was possible, but Lin Mo didn't dare take such a risk.
Once Xichuan City falls, the system will disappear completely, and all the soldiers and generals that were redeemed will perish along with it.
These are the rules set by the Supreme God.
Currently, even Zhao Wushi, the "God of Transmigrators," cannot change this rule.
Lin Mo knew very well what losing these things meant.
If the system disappears, I'll be doomed along with it!
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After a forced march of seven or eight days, Lin Mo finally led his troops back into Shu.
It was autumn, and the autumn rains were plentiful.
The rain had been falling for several days, cold and gloomy, which perfectly matched Lin Mo's mood.
People appeared in an endless stream on the main road, young and old, big and small, barefoot girls and women holding babies.
Some people were driving horse-drawn carriages, while others were riding on oxen-drawn carts, which were bumping along the way.
Lin Mo also saw many people pushing wheelchairs past, but inside were two small babies wrapped in blankets.
Most of them walked, carrying their belongings on their shoulders, their faces showing exhaustion and fear.
They all headed northeast, towards the capital.
Lin Mo knew that everyone he encountered along the way was a person from Sichuan fleeing the war. They had abandoned their once warm homes with their families and embarked on a long journey of escape.
Along the way, Lin Mo's gaze was drawn to a small mound of earth by the roadside. It was a resting place set up for innocent children, and beneath each mound lay a once vibrant life.
A surge of indescribable emotions welled up in Lin Mo's heart—a deep hatred for war and endless regret for the innocent lives lost.
They continued on their journey, and after only ten miles, a row of newly dug graves came into view. Every day, new graves appeared, as if silently accusing the crimes of war.
On the second day after entering Sichuan, as night fell, Lin Mo suddenly woke up from his sleep.
He felt a strange unease, as if something bad was about to happen.
He sat in the darkness, quietly contemplating the war to come.
Above, the full moon and thousands of stars adorned the night sky.
Despite the crackling of the campfire and even the distant commotion of warhorses, Lin Mo felt a strange tranquility in the night, as if the whole world had held its breath.
As dawn broke on the third day, his soldiers rushed to report. Exhausted from days of forced marches, some soldiers had fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion and never woke up again.
This news struck Lin Mo like a thunderbolt.
He froze, a hint of pain and helplessness flashing in his eyes.
These soldiers, because of their own orders, remained on this land forever.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Mo suppressed his grief and decisively gave the order.
He ordered his soldiers to dig a large pit to build a resting place for his fallen comrades.
On the third day, Lin Mo announced the end of the forced march, and the army proceeded to Xichuan City at a normal pace.
The reason for issuing such an order was primarily due to consideration of the soldiers' physical condition.
To send an exhausted army into battle is tantamount to sending them to their deaths.
At the same time, Lin Mo also needs to wait for the troops behind him to join forces.
Xiang Yu, Qin Liangyu, Yue Fei, and other famous Chinese generals were also key to winning the Battle of Tianwang Mountain.
On the fifth day after entering Shu, Lin Mo led his army to a forest less than seventy miles from Xichuan City.
The news had been blocked by the enemy, and Sun Mian's letter was sent out at great risk before the enemy could surround him.
At this time, Lin Mo, whose situation was unclear, dared not make any rash moves and could only temporarily set up camp in the forest.
He needed to send out scouts to investigate the enemy situation while waiting for reinforcements.
At night, Lin Mo led Xu Chu to the top of the mountain, gazing at the distant Xichuan City, his heart filled with many emotions.
"Last time I came, I was overjoyed to receive the system and was in high spirits."
"But this time, the road ahead is uncertain."
"There are far too many thorns blocking my path, Lin Mo's way..."
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