Chapter 741 I trust you more than those masters in the capital!
Ran Qingxuan looked towards the north... There was the North Gate guarded by Zhenbei Hou, and... Qi Jing's ambition...
Looking through the night vision goggles, I saw a black-robed figure staggering forward on the scorched earth, his single eye glowing blood red in the morning light.
"That is..." Gu Yanchen narrowed his eyes.
Ran Qingxuan held down the restless black panther, and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth: "Wen Chabuji."
She whispered, "It's better to be alive. Someone has to tell the Yigui tribes...what the price is."
Zhao Tiezhu originally wanted to pursue the victory, but Chang Hu looked at the chaotic battlefield and said excitedly: "We have limited manpower, so we can ignore the deserters for now. Thirty thousand people's food, fodder and horses are still waiting for us!"
The light penetrated the smoke and shone on the charred land behind the foreign ghosts' station. Chang Hu walked forward on broken wood and broken armor, the soles of his boots covered with sticky blood plasma.
Every few steps you could see corpses that had been blown to pieces, including cavalrymen with half of their bodies missing and infantrymen who had hugged each other and were burned to charcoal.
In the main tent of the Yigui army where the smoke had not yet dissipated, Gu Yanchen's boots rolled over a charred wolfskin carpet.
Most of the tent roof had been blown away, and the morning light shone in obliquely, reflecting the mess on the ground...
Broken gilded wine vessels, half-burned parchment scrolls, and half of a jewel-studded belt.
"Strange..." Gu Yanchen used the tip of his sword to pick up a charred corpse covered with a luxurious animal robe, his brows slightly furrowed.
"This shouldn't be Wen Cha Su He..."
The corpse was thin and had a thumb missing on its right hand. It was clearly a substitute.
Gu Yanchen glanced around sharply and suddenly noticed a corner of an iron box exposed under the overturned throne.
“clang——”
The long sword cut open the iron lock, and the items in the box made Gu Yanchen's pupils shrink suddenly.
A sheepskin scroll tied with a red rope, a gilded order to mobilize troops, and the ferocious wolf head on the order glowed coldly in the sun.
"Brother Chang!" Gu Yanchen called out loudly.
Chang Hu lifted the tattered curtain and strode in, his armor still stained with blood: "What? Did you find that bastard?"
Gu Yanchen silently handed over the defense map. Chang Hu unfolded it and took a look at it, then his body was shocked.
The map not only marks the specific locations of the various Yigui tribes, but also clearly shows the hidden mountain roads and water sources, and there are dozens of weak points circled in red.
"This is a good thing..." Chang Hu's rough fingers stroked the edge of the sheepskin, and suddenly closed the drawing and stuffed it back into Gu Yanchen's hand.
"You keep this good stuff."
Gu Yanchen was startled: "This should be kept by the commander."
"I'm just a worthless general!" Chang Hu sneered and said in a low voice.
"Brother, I am just a guard. What do I need this thing for? Hand it over to the court?"
He bowed to the east and said, "What else can our useless emperor do except use him as a table leg?"
Gu Yanchen raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He knew that although Chang Hu looked rough, he actually had a heart as clear as a mirror.
After Qi Ren proclaimed himself emperor, he was incompetent and corrupt, and the court was dominated by corrupt officials. If such important military and national treasures fell into their hands, they would be no different from waste paper.
"In that case..." Gu Yanchen put the drawings and token into his arms and said in a low voice.
"Then I'll keep it for now."
Chang Hu patted his shoulder heavily, his eyes gleaming: "Brother trusts you more than those masters in the capital!"
He suddenly came closer, and breathed bloody breath into Gu Yanchen's ear: "I seem to have heard that the Zhenbei Marquis has not been feeling well recently?"
Gu Yanchen understood and nodded slightly, and the two smiled at each other, saying nothing.
Suddenly, Yuanbao's low roar was heard outside the tent, and Zhao Tiezhu, who was following behind Ran Qingxuan, took the initiative to step forward and lift the curtain.
Ran Qingxuan's bulging belly was particularly obvious in the morning light. When he came in, he heard Zhao Tiezhu's uncontrollable excited voice.
"General! Not only are the stables intact, but there are also more than 2,000 horses tied up and unable to run away!"
Chang Hulian showed a look of joy and strode out. When he arrived at the place, he saw dozens of rows of wooden fences where shiny-haired war horses were stamping their hooves anxiously.
These horses had strips of cloth stuffed in their ears, which was obviously a preparation made by the Yigui people to defend against sonic weapons.
However, before they could launch the third wave of attack, Chang Hu and his troops arrived.
"Good horse!" Chang Hu stroked the mane of a black horse, unable to hide his excitement.
"Take them back to the interior and distribute them to the cavalry battalion!"
"Report..." The soldier came running over breathlessly, bringing even more exciting news.
"We found an armory and granary in the west! Three thousand fine iron scimitars and five thousand spears!"
Chang Hu's eyes flashed with brilliance. Weapons made of fine iron were rare in Northern Qi, but the Yigui people actually stockpiled so many of them!
There are also granaries that have not been seen. How much food and grass would it take to feed an army of tens of thousands of people...
When they arrived at the place, Chang Hu was about to give the order to move, but he saw Ran Qingxuan and Gu Yanchen walking out from the thick smoke, with Yuanbao following behind them, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
"My sister-in-law came at the right time." Chang Hu rubbed his hands.
They came to a huge, half-collapsed tent and lifted up the blood-stained tarpaulin, revealing neatly stacked food inside.
Zhao Tiezhu cut open a bag with a knife, and the plump wheat grains poured out like golden sand.
"There are so many, enough for Huluguan to eat for half a year!" Zhao Tiezhu grabbed a handful of wheat, his voice trembling.
If Hulu Pass had more soldiers and generals, they might not be able to eat for that long, but what they have now is enough for them to have a full meal.
However, Chang Hu was troubled by the large amount of food and fodder: "Horses and weapons are easy to deal with, but so much food and fodder..."
He looked at Gu Yanchen: "I'm afraid it will have to be shipped in batches."
Ran Qingxuan exchanged glances with Gu Yanchen, and suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Chang, why don't you arrange for the soldiers to escort the horses and weapons back to the pass first."
Then he pointed to the grain pile and said, "Just leave these to me."
Chang Hu was confused, but he did not question it!
After everyone left, Ran Qingxuan waved her hand lightly, and the mountains of grain bags disappeared into the air one after another as if pulled by an invisible hand. In just a moment, the huge granary was empty.
"This...this..." Chang Hu, who had returned to get his horse, froze outside the tent with his eyes wide open.
He pinched himself suddenly, grimacing in pain before he was sure that he was not dreaming.
Gu Yanchen came out after hearing the sound, and seeing that he was discovered, he smiled and patted his shoulder: "Brother Chang, this matter..."
"I understand!" Chang Hu grabbed Gu Yanchen's wrist with amazing force.
"This matter is known to heaven and earth, and you and I know it!"
He turned to Ran Qingxuan and suddenly clasped his fists solemnly: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I guarantee it with my life!"
On the way back to the pass, Chang Hu frequently looked back at Ran Qingxuan's carriage.
He remembered that his sister-in-law had miraculous medical skills... Now it seemed that it was more than just medical skills, it was clearly the methods of an immortal!
The news of the victory at Hulu Pass spread throughout Northern Qi like wildfire. In taverns and teahouses, storytellers told the legend of "the gods sending down thunder to strike the foreign ghosts" with saliva flying.
In the fields, farmers knelt down and prayed to heaven for protection for the soldiers on the border.
Only a very few people knew that the red light and roar in the sky that day had nothing to do with the gods.
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