In fact, he had only heard this name two or three times today, but for some reason, he felt like he had heard it hundreds of times.
He raised his head and glared at Qu Jin, shocking the latter. “I didn’t come to this point just to run away and join the Nanman! If you are so afraid of Qu Yunmie, why did you agree to join me in the rebellion? Now I am the commander-in-chief, I will go wherever I say! If you still have the leisure time, then shut up and go watch Yao Xian and the others! If you let them run away, I will hold you accountable!”
After saying that, Yuan Baifu turned away. Qu Jin was stunned for a long time. Then he turned around and looked behind him. There were a few people standing there, but they had all lowered their heads, pretending that they had heard nothing.
Farther away, someone passed by here, and looking at Qu Jin's brilliant face, he quickly quickened his pace to go back. ...
This was a man from the rear army, who happened to be out fetching water. After returning, he told several generals of the rear army what he had seen and heard. There were three people who were willing to listen to Qu Jin, but they had been excluded by them. Now they did not dare to get together openly, and they waited until nightfall to meet secretly.
After listening to this person's report, Yao Xian remained silent, but the people opposite him could not stand it any longer: "They are not of the same mind. If we don't kill them now, when will we?!"
"That's right! Yao Xian, don't be such a coward. We have to avenge General Wang!"
"I will chop off the head of the original thief with my own hands to comfort General Wang's soul in heaven!"
The veins on Yao Xian's forehead were about to burst out: "No!"
"Are we fighting here just to make a fool of ourselves in Nan Yong? What's the point of both sides getting hurt? Then Shen Yangrui will arrest us all?! I also want to avenge General Wang, but the Shen family army is eyeing us covetously. This is not a good time!"
Upon hearing this, a general who was only in his twenties left in anger. Seeing this, Yao Xian quickly asked someone who identified with him to chase after him.
Two people left at once, and the rest of the people also left in a bad mood. Yao Xian returned to his military tent and showed a dejected look.
He could not convince the people, and the rear army could not tolerate Yuan Baifu's tyranny over them. Yuan Baifu's side was not of one mind, so how could they be the same? Losing the main general has always been a taboo in marching, and this is the reason. If everyone thinks they can make the decision, then in the end no one can make the decision.
Yao Xian had never been under such great pressure before. He suddenly felt like vomiting, but apart from feeling very uncomfortable, he did not do anything else.
The king asked them to come and rescue them quickly. He did not want to lead his soldiers to the point of mutual destruction. *
Yao Xian sent more than one soldier out to report the news, he sent three in total. If he had sent more, there would be no chance because they had already arrived in Zitong, and there were spies everywhere. The Shen family army was staring at them, and Yuan Baifu's men were also staring at them.
The three men set out from different times and places. One of them died on the way, dying from the complicated terrain and falling down a hillside. The other two continued to walk to Chenliu. Because all the cavalry had been confiscated by Yuan Baifu, any missing horse would be discovered, and they really had no choice.
But as long as they get out of this forest, as long as they meet some people, they can ride horses again.
However, this is easier said than done. Modern hikers carrying all kinds of equipment may die in the mountains if they are not careful. These two soldiers have nothing, but they are responsible for reporting the news.
Finally, a man dragged his legs that felt like they were filled with lead to a place that looked like a ridge of a field. He stared blankly at the farmer in front of him holding a shovel. Both sides were a little confused. The next moment, the soldier who was already exhausted suddenly ran to the farmer and grabbed the farmer's arm like a madman.
"Old man! Where is this?! Where is the nearest city from here?!"
The old man, who had lived for fifty years and had seen many ups and downs, blinked and replied, "Zhi Da Si Chang An."
Soldier: “…………”
It took him a while to realize that Chang'an was Chang'an. He had gone too far around the mountain and actually came to the territory of Chang'an.
This soldier is quite smart, otherwise he would not have been chosen by Yao Xian to deliver the letter. In other places he might not dare to reveal his identity, but in Chang'an, he should not have to worry about anything.
After all, if we were to talk about who hated the Xianbei the most, it must be the surviving people of Chang'an. Therefore, the people who were most grateful to the Zhenbei Army were also the surviving people of Chang'an.
Upon learning that he was a member of the Zhenbei Army, the farmer quickly contacted the head of the village, and the head of the village quickly took him to buy a means of transportation. There was no one selling horses nearby, but someone in the next village raised a mule, and the head of the village paid for one. The soldier was so moved that he almost cried. As he rode the mule slowly eastward, a group of ragged people behind him were waving at him, including the head of the village and the young and strong men from the original village, as well as men, women, and children from the village where he bought the mule.
The little soldier just suddenly broke into their unchanging world and then left again, but they sincerely hoped that the little soldier could reach his destination safely, and it would be even better if he would not get lost again in the future. …………
The exhausted soldier gained a lot of energy here. He urged the mule all the way, hoping to get to the town quickly and change to a faster horse. But what he didn't know was that Chang'an was very, very big. Chang'an was as big as a small state, and the village he met before was just the edge of Chang'an.
So he had to run for a while longer.
But now that the eighty-one and eighty tribulations have passed, the journey ahead will not be so difficult. *
Xiao Rong wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, his legs curled up due to the cold.
That's what coldness is like. No matter how many quilts you cover yourself with, when you are outdoors under the cover of a blanket, you can't feel as warm as you would indoors.
Of course, Xiao Rong didn't sleep on the ground. He slept in a carriage, but the carriage was leaky and the floor was not thick enough, so the difference from sleeping on the ground was not that big.
Logically speaking, the further south you go, the warmer it gets, but they have been out for so many days and Xiao Rong still feels the same cold every day.
This was the second winter he had experienced in this era. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but it seemed that this year was much colder than last year.
When he thought of this, Xiao Rong couldn't help but open his eyes. ——Six hundred years.
This cold period lasted for a total of 600 years, of which 200 years were unbearable. The remaining 400 years were also cold, but not so cold that it killed so many people, and the grain production decreased but did not fail, so people still had a chance to survive.
Xiao Rong was not a pure professional, but he knew the approximate time, which was about the time after He Ting ascended to the throne and before the Han emperor took over. During this period of time, the temperature gradually warmed up, and people finally survived the two hundred years of the Little Ice Age.
It was not a very important matter originally, but now that he thought of it, he greedily hoped that it would be the year of change when Qu Yunmie proclaimed himself emperor.
In fact, it doesn’t matter in which year it appears, the sooner the better. But if it can appear at the same time as Qu Yunmie’s enthronement, then the people will definitely identify more with Qu Yunmie as the emperor, and the people will love him more and more.
Everything in the world will not change its own laws for one person, so this is just Xiao Rong's imagination. He hopes that Qu Yunmie can have more, that's all.
Sighing softly, Xiao Rong tried to curl himself up into a ball and continued to endure the cold and fall asleep. At this time, he heard the crackling sound of firewood burning outside.
Xiao Rong was stunned. He immediately sat up and lifted the curtain. He saw Qu Yunmie walking out of the tent. He was digging the fire on the ground. The firelight reflected on his face, making him look a little lonely.
Xiao Rong looked at him for a while, then lowered the curtain. …………
Qu Yunmie stared at the fire in front of him. The flames danced in his eyes and burned his eyes, but he never moved his eyes away until he heard the sound of a carriage swaying. He turned his head to look over, but saw no one. He only heard the sound of a heavy object falling, and then a small noise made by a person.
"Ouch, my foot."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
After bringing Xiao Rong, who had sprained his ankle, to the fire, Qu Yunmie said unhappily, "Why are you making such a fuss instead of sleeping?"
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