Song Liyun not only instructed Han Ming to notify the garrison and Xue Zhuang, who was in debt for security, but also instructed herself to increase night patrols.
If there is a shortage of manpower in the workshops, then hire more people to stand guard.
In Song Liyun's letter to Luo Baihu, she mentioned the danger facing the Wuda tribe and that she had already set off to deliver the message.
If Wei Suo can find a way, he should quickly send the message through his clansmen at the mouth of the Huangsha River.
As for Song Zhenping's marriage, Song Liyun only mentioned it briefly, believing that Commander Luo would understand her meaning.
After Wu Dong left with the message, Song Liyun also began to tidy up the camp, lengthening and widening the cart with wood.
With the help of more than a dozen people, the prefabricated house was quickly dismantled and loaded onto the cart, along with pots, pans, and dishes.
In their panic, they failed to notice that no matter how they placed the tarpaulin, there was always room under the carriage, and the planks did not pile up into a mountain.
Song Dekui led over the horse that had been fed and watered and had been kept in the stable for three days to harness it to the carriage.
The chrysanthemum-green horse's coat was glossy and shiny, and it held its head high with excitement. Beside it, the docile chestnut horse was also pawing the ground eagerly, its explosive power making it desperate to run.
Old Salt, on the other hand, obediently followed beside the carriage, his ears perked up, looking very alert.
Song Dekui hitched up the car, and Song Liyun sat down in the gap inside.
The group set off.
Ten horses galloped in front of and behind the carriage, kicking up a foot of snow with their hooves.
Song Dekui controlled the carriage steadily and swiftly. Half a day later, Lin Qingyuan and the others' horses were panting heavily and slowed down, but the carriage still did not stop.
Especially the skeletal horse running in front of the carriage.
It looks like a skeleton that could be blown away by the wind, but it not only runs quite fast, but under its leadership, the Chrysanthemum Green Horse can always pull the cart around slopes and shallow potholes and find the smoothest road.
The old horse kept running until it stopped in a depression, and then the chrysanthemum-green horse stopped as well.
Lin Qingyuan and Balin dismounted; their horses were exhausted, so they untied the reins and let them graze.
But people can't be idle. Song Liyun took off the oilcloth covering the carriage and had people move things to build a house.
Lin Qingyuan pointed at the old horse, its belly flat and ribs protruding, and asked in astonishment, "How can it run so fast and even know which way to go?"
Bairin, being a native of the grasslands, knew more about these animals than Lin Qingyuan. Looking at the old horse swishing its tail and munching on the snow, he said with envy, "Old horses become spirits if they don't die! There's such a treasure in the herd, the King of Horses, who understands human nature!"
He had not seen Old Ma on the verge of death a few days ago, but he saw that Old Ma's hair was smooth now, and although he was thin as a rake, his eyes were bright and clear, indicating that he had a lot of internal strength.
Lin Qingyuan clicked his tongue, still feeling that his white dragon horse, with its high shoulders and broad body, was the real good horse.
Song Dekui directed several guards and Di people to quickly set up the prefabricated house.
Because there was snow on the ground, it took a lot of effort to clean it up.
Song Liyun set up a large pot in the main house, put in diced mutton, dried vegetables, millet, oil, salt, soy sauce, and chili, and cooked a pot of savory meat porridge.
In addition, each person also had a stack of dry biscuits to eat.
The meat porridge was fragrant and spicy, and the dry biscuits were soft and chewy.
Lin Qingyuan's six guards were all in low spirits that day.
They had finally escaped the chaos of the grasslands and had reached the border of the Wu Dynasty. They were about to return to their warm homes, but now they were about to fall into the fire pit again.
But they were Lin Qingyuan's private servants, and naturally they had to follow their master wherever he went.
Even if you're in a bad mood, after a long day, being able to sit down indoors with a bowl of fragrant food and a jar of strong liquor will bring a smile to everyone's face.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, fed the horses, and arranged for people to take turns on night watch, everyone quickly went to rest.
Song Dekui was still wrapped in a blanket and lying by Song Liyun's door. Under the blanket, he sighed comfortably. It was the second time he had used it, and he was still not used to it.
This is a sleeping bag!
It's so thin and soft, yet it's still so warm and comfortable!
Tsk tsk tsk!
As expected of something from a lucky bag, it's truly a divine item used by immortals; I don't even feel cold lying in the snow.
The next day, it was time to demolish the house and rush on the road again!
Broken Gold Town.
Luo Baihu slumped into his chair, his face growing increasingly dark as he recalled the military intelligence he had just received.
The three young masters have gained the upper hand in the Mida River Valley, and they will completely subdue the entire valley in the next few days.
But Uda headquarters has been targeted... What should we do?
All the tribe's fighting force has been deployed, and it will take ten days for us to send soldiers from here across the Yellow Sand River to get there.
Ten days have passed, and our own garrison has already dispatched four hundred Lei-character battalions. If we send reinforcements now, where can we find suitable men?
The most important thing is to inform Lady Uya immediately...
Grassland, Song Liyun...
Luo Baihu suddenly remembered that Song Liyun was on the grassland and had just sent a letter.
He quickly found Song Liyun's letter, skimmed through it, and grinned slightly. He slapped his leg and exclaimed, "Good! This girl has guts and courage!"
Song Liyun not only knew the news, but had also rushed to the headquarters in Wuda.
Judging by the time, she left two days earlier than I did here, and she has someone to guide her. Hopefully, she can make it in time.
After reading it once, Luo Baihu noticed the last sentence written in haste: "My daughter's brother will be getting married on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. If she cannot return on time, I hope that you, Hundred-Household Commander, will preside over the wedding!"
Needless to say... I will definitely help when the time comes.
Inside Baolin Residence, Han Ming and Song Zhenping were also reading letters.
Han Ming remained calm, and he continued to do what Song Liyun had instructed him to do.
The town's ice cellar has been built, and ice collection is underway. The food processing plant and cardboard box factory are operating day and night.
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