Chapter 318 Rescue of Wuda Headquarters (2)
Song Liyun not only asked Han Ming to notify the guard post and Xue Zhuang, who was responsible for security, but also asked herself to strengthen night patrols.
If there is a shortage of staff in various workshops, we will hire more people to take over.
The letter that Song Liyun wrote to Captain Luo was about the danger faced by the Wuda tribe and that she had already set out on the journey to report the news.
If the guards could find a way, they would quickly pass on the message through the tribesmen at the mouth of the Huangsha River.
As for Song Zhenping's marriage, Song Liyun only mentioned it in one sentence. She believed that Captain Luo could understand what she meant.
As soon as Wu Dong left with the letter, Song Liyun began to pack up the camp and lengthened and widened the cart with wood.
More than a dozen people worked on it, and soon the wooden house was dismantled and loaded onto a cart, including the pots, stoves, and dishes, all of which were placed on the carriage.
In their panic, they didn't notice that no matter how they placed the carriages, there was always space under the tarpaulin, and the board walls did not seem to be piled up into a mountain.
Song Dekui brought over the horses that had been well fed and watered and had been kept in the stable for three days and harnessed them to the carriage.
The chrysanthemum-green horse's fur was shiny and it held its head high in excitement. The docile chestnut horse next to it was also paddling the ground eagerly, the explosive power in its body making them eager to run.
Lao Yan, on the other hand, followed the carriage obediently, his ears standing up in high spirits.
Song Dekui harnessed the car and Song Liyun sat down in the empty space on the car.
Everyone set off.
Ten horses ran in front and behind the carriage, and the foot-deep snow was splashed by the horses' hooves.
The carriage controlled by Song Dekui was galloping steadily. Half a day later, the horses of Lin Qingyuan and his companions were panting and slowing down, but the carriage still did not stop.
Especially the skeleton horse running in front of the carriage.
It looks like a pile of bones that will be blown down by the wind, but it runs quite fast. Moreover, under its leadership, the Juqing horse can always pull the cart to avoid the shallow pits on the slopes and find the flattest road.
They kept running until the old horse stopped in a depression, and then Juqingma stopped too.
Lin Qingyuan and Balin dismounted one after another. Their horses were exhausted. They untied the reins and let the horses graze.
But people can't just sit there doing nothing. Song Liyun took off the oilcloth covering the carriage and asked people to move things and build a house.
Lin Qingyuan pointed at the old horse with a dented belly and bulging ribs and asked in amazement, "How can it run so fast and even know the direction?"
Balin was a native of the grasslands, and his understanding of these animals was better than Lin Qingyuan's. He looked at the old horse, which was wagging its tail and chewing the snow, and said with envy, "If the old horse doesn't die, it will become a spirit! There is such a treasure in the herd, the horse king, who understands human nature!"
He had not seen the old horse dying a few days ago. He only saw that the old horse's hair was smooth at this moment. Although he was as thin as a stick, his eyes were bright and it was obvious that he had plenty of internal strength.
Lin Qingyuan smacked his lips. He still felt that his White Dragon Horse had tall shoulders and a broad body, which was what made a good horse.
Song Dekui directed several guards and Di people to quickly build the wooden house.
Because there was snow on the ground, it took a lot of effort to clean it up.
Song Liyun set up a big pot in the big house, put in mutton, dried vegetables and corn, oil, salt, sauce and chili peppers, and cooked a pot of salty and flavorful meat porridge.
In addition, each person had a stack of dry biscuits to fill their stomachs.
The meat porridge is spicy and delicious, and the dry biscuits are soft and chewy.
Lin Qingyuan's six guards were in poor spirits that day.
They had finally escaped from the chaos of the grassland and had reached the border of Wu Dynasty. They were about to return to their warm beds, but now they were about to fall into the fire pit again.
But they are Lin Qingyuan's personal servants, so they naturally have to follow their master wherever he goes.
No matter how bad your mood is, after running around all day, you can sit down in the house, have a bowl of delicious food and a jar of liquor, and everyone will smile.
After eating and drinking their fill, feeding the horses, and arranging people to take turns on night duty, everyone hurried to rest.
Song Dekui was still lying wrapped in a blanket by Song Liyun's door. Under the blanket, he sighed with comfort. This was the second time he had used it, but he was still not used to it.
This is a sleeping bag!
It's so thin and soft, how can it be so warm and comfortable!
Tsk tsk tsk!
It is worthy of being something in a lucky bag, worthy of being a magical item used by gods. I won’t feel cold even if I lie in the snow.
The next day, it was time to demolish the house and get on with our journey!
Suijin Town.
Captain Luo slumped in his chair, his face darkening as he recalled the military intelligence he had just received.
The third young master has gained the upper hand in the Mida Valley and will completely conquer the entire valley in the next few days.
But the Wuda headquarters is being targeted...what should we do?
All the fighting forces in the tribe have been dispatched. Even if we mobilize soldiers from here, it will take ten days to rush over from the Huangsha River.
Ten days, and his own guard station has already withdrawn 400 soldiers from the Thunder Camp. If he wants to send reinforcements now, where can he find suitable people!
The most important thing is to inform Madam Wuya as soon as possible...
Grassland, Song Liyun...
Captain Luo suddenly remembered that Song Liyun was on the grassland and had just sent a letter.
He quickly found Song Liyun's letter, read it quickly, and with a slight grin on his face, he slapped his leg: "Good, this girl is so bold and courageous!"
Song Liyun not only knew the news, but also rushed to the Wuda headquarters.
Calculating the time, she set off two days earlier than me, and there is someone leading the way. I hope she can make it in time.
Captain Luo read it through and only then noticed the last hasty sentence: My younger brother is getting married on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. If I can't make it back on time, I hope you, the captain, will preside over the wedding!
Needless to say... I will definitely help when the time comes.
In Baolinjuli, Han Ming and Song Zhenping were also reading letters.
Han Ming was very calm. He had been doing what Song Liyun had instructed him to do.
The town's ice cellar has been built, and ice production is underway. The food stalls and carton factories are operating day and night.
Even beef and mutton from the grasslands were being transported to the town on ice sleds.
Manager Wan came once and learned that the girl had gone to the grassland. He joked that this was going to be a big business and he was looking forward to making a lot of money.
But Song Liyun mentioned that Mr. Lin...
Han Ming frowned slightly: I will have a good talk with Xue Zhuang tomorrow and will definitely add some more brave soldiers to patrol the town.
This was just Song Liyun's guess, and Han Ming had no intention of telling Captain Luo.
Song Zhenping, Xiao An, and Hei Jin were all reading the letter together.
Song Liyun knew that the two brothers were not very literate, so she simply said that she was going to look for Ah Shi and might not be able to get married in time.
He has already invited Captain Luo to be the witness, and Uncle Han will also prepare a generous betrothal gift so that his sister-in-law can marry into the Song family with great fanfare.
There was no joy on Song Zhenping's face. He threw the letter paper on the table dejectedly, lay on the kang and said nothing.
He felt very sad that he was getting married without his grandparents, parents, and now even his sister couldn't come back.
What made him even more worried was that his sister had always been very concerned about his marriage, and the fact that she couldn't come back must be more important than his own marriage.
What's going on...is it dangerous?
How is Yun'er now?
Looking at Xiao An who was looking happy next to him, Song Zhenping gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the tension and anxiety in his heart.
Xiao An was flipping the letter over and over at this moment. She turned to Heijin, who was tugging at her arm, and said, "Heijin, do you think it's snowing heavily on the grassland? The ink on my second sister's letter has clumped up."
Heijin grinned and screamed.
(End of this chapter)
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