Chen Zhennan was not angry because of Ai Zijun's words.
Kurokawa had always been under Ai Zijun's protection, so the local people naturally trusted him more.
Ai Zijun turned and walked out of the tent, ordering the people of Heichuan to temporarily evacuate from Heichuan in his own name.
As for the food supply for these civilians, Ai Zijun entrusted it to his logistics department. Next, they were going to Novgorod, where there was enough food for their 100,000-strong army to eat for two years.
Chen Zhennan was not idle either. He personally wrote a superstitious document and had it sent to the Thirteen States Customs, where it was handed over to Zhang Xiao, who was guarding the area.
On the vast, desolate land of Kurokawa, Ai Zijun's orders swept through every corner like a whirlwind.
People came out of their homes one after another, their faces filled with worry and unease.
They packed their bags, preparing to leave the land where they had lived for generations.
But at this moment, some elderly people stubbornly stood at their doorsteps, their eyes revealing a deep sense of attachment and reluctance to leave.
"We're not leaving. We'll die here, even if it means death."
An elderly man with white hair spoke firmly, his voice hoarse but carrying an undeniable determination.
His hands gripped the door frame tightly, as if it were his last refuge in life.
His grandson anxiously pleaded, "Grandpa, we must leave. The Prince of Zhenbei has already given the order; the flames of war will soon reach here. And didn't the Prince of Zhenbei say that he would take responsibility for any losses?"
The old man shook his head, his eyes revealing a deep sense of helplessness: "Child, you don't understand. This land is our root, our soul. If we leave here, we are like rootless duckweed, with nowhere to rely on."
Two days later, half of the people in Kurokawa had left.
Those who left, carrying uncertainty about the future and a deep longing for their homeland, embarked on an unknown journey.
The remaining people either didn't want to leave because of their deep attachment to this land, or they wanted to take more things with them, hoping to start anew in a new place.
There are also some wealthy business owners who are reluctant to give up their businesses, which represent their life's work.
Despite Ai Zijun's promise to help them rebuild their homes after the war, there were still many complaints among the people.
In Kurokawa's military camp, Ai Zijun's steps were hurried and heavy. He walked through the busy soldiers and came to Chen Zhennan's tent.
"Brother Chen!"
Ai Zijun's voice interrupted Chen Zhennan's thoughts. He looked up and saw the solemnity on Ai Zijun's face.
"Brother Ai, what's wrong?" Chen Zhennan's voice was calm, but his eyes revealed a hint of inquiry.
Ai Zijun took a deep breath and hurriedly said, "There are many people in Kurokawa who are unwilling to leave. They are mostly elderly people. I'm afraid we can only send them away with soldiers."
Chen Zhennan immediately understood Ai Zijun's meaning, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
“Using soldiers to escort these civilians away will not escape Elena’s notice. If Elena launches an attack at this time, the entire Kurokawa will be thrown into chaos.”
But if these people don't leave, Chen Zhennan really can't fully utilize his abilities.
Chen Zhennan frowned, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound, just like the anxiety in his heart.
The two discussed the matter for a long time in the tent, the atmosphere tense and solemn.
Suddenly, a resolute glint flashed in Chen Zhennan's eyes, and an idea suddenly formed in his mind.
"Have the soldiers write letters to their families, reasoning with them and appealing to their emotions, to persuade their families to leave. If there are difficulties, soldiers can be sent to escort them away."
Ai Zijun nodded emphatically, a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "That's a good idea. I'll go and have them write the letter right away."
After saying this, Ai Zijun hurriedly turned around, strode out of the tent, and began to have the soldiers write letters to their families.
Ai Zijun acted swiftly and decisively, like a storm. He gathered a thousand cavalrymen, handed over the soldiers' letters to them, and sent them all out.
Every parent who received their son's letter was deeply moved by the emotions expressed in it.
The words in the letter were like a warm spring breeze, dispelling their fear and hesitation.
These parents began packing their bags and hurriedly headed south.
Of course, some people still don't want to leave even after receiving the letter.
Others, whose sons had already died on the battlefield, had no more worries.
Those who didn't want to leave had all sorts of reasons, but Ai Zijun had already made up her mind.
For those who are unwilling to leave, Ai Zijun will give them at most one more day. After that, Ai Zijun will use his own soldiers to send them away.
The next day, Ai Zijun did not hesitate to send out five thousand soldiers, ordering them to forcibly take away the civilians who were unwilling to leave, regardless of their reasons.
...
The evacuation of the Kurokawa residents was in full swing, while Elena began her final preparations for battle.
Inside Elena's tent, Sergei was ready, and all eight thousand cavalrymen had assembled.
"Sergei, I can only give you three days at most. After three days I will launch an attack, and the outcome will be in your hands."
Sergei's face was solemn, and he gave a heavy "hmm".
"Don't worry, three days is enough for me. Tonight, launch a feint attack to create an opportunity for me."
Elena nodded slowly and called the messenger into the tent.
"Pass down the order: launch a harassment attack after dark. Move out with all 250,000 troops to create the illusion of a decisive battle. Warn all generals: focus on harassment, do not linger in battle. Go!"
After the messenger said "Yes, sir," he turned and left the tent to issue the order.
Following Elena's order, the Slavic army immediately began to assemble.
Such a huge movement naturally could not escape Ai Zijun's eyes.
"Brother Chen, it seems Elena is about to launch an attack. Shall we start planning tonight?"
Across from Ai Zijun, Chen Zhennan was looking at a map. After hearing his words, he nodded slightly.
"We'll act tonight. Remember, if we encounter any attack, we must retreat. No matter what Elena is trying to do, we can only lose tonight, we cannot win."
As he spoke, Chen Zhennan rolled up the map on the table and handed it to Ai Zijun.
"I'll set off shortly. If Elena wants a decisive battle, charge in with the current formation, and I'll lead men to attack from Elena's rear. If she's just testing the waters, after disengaging from the battle, set off under cover of night along the three lines I've drawn, marching at full speed without a moment's slackening."
Ai Zijun reached out and took the map, then stuffed it into her breastplate.
"Are you sure you're okay with setting off on your own?"
Although Ai Zijun knew that Chen Zhennan was a war god, crossing the front line alone was still too dangerous.
Chen Zhennan smiled, turned around and slung the submachine gun magazine over his shoulder.
"Don't worry, the person who will kill me hasn't been born yet."
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