Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

Han Jinyan, who was studying the Donghu knives, suddenly twitched his eyebrows and turned to look at him, "Why are you here?"

"King Tang announced in Wuzhou that he would take over Ai County, Chi County, and Ju County. His Wuzhou troops have already controlled our Ai County." Mo Yin took a deep breath and dropped the reins.

No wonder Mo Yin led the team here.

Instantly, Han Jinyan's eyes flashed with coldness and he sneered:

"King Tang is so brave! He has not even challenged the throne of Yandu yet. My Yizhou is not his fiefdom. I will expel the Hu people and settle accounts with him later."

"Where's Hua'er? Any news about Hua'er?"

Mo Yin asked blankly: "Who is Hua'er?"

When Han Jinyan came back that day, he immediately inspected the troops on the battlefield and led 30,000 soldiers to Qiya Mountain to reinforce the defense line. He had not yet told anyone that Fengcao was famous for Fengranhua.

"Miss Feng." Zhou Si, who appeared out of nowhere, leaned against the doorpost.

It turns out that Miss Feng's name is Feng Hua. Mo Yin thought he had used the right name. "I haven't received any news, Master. Please ask the brothers of Fu Sheng Lie Ying Wei later."

After a moment's silence, Han Jinyan arranged:

"Mo Yin, take my letter back to Yizhou and ask General Zhi to recruit 3,000 soldiers to garrison Chong County."

"Order Chong County, Fu County and other places to receive the officials and civilians who have retreated and fled from Ai County, Chi County and Chu County, and order the county magistrates of each county to properly resettle them, and treat officials and civilians equally."

"Now that the enemy is attacking, our Yizhou troops cannot fight internally. Let's give Ai County, Chi County, and Zhu County to King Tang for the time being."

"Yes." Mo Yin knew that this matter was of great importance, so he ate a few bites with his brothers, took the letter that his master had just written, mounted his horse, and led more than a dozen soldiers to the capital of Yizhou.

Han Jinyan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the thick clouds that were rising and swallowing up the light in the sky, with a solemn expression.

Chaos abounds.

After a while, he returned to the tent, stood in front of the sand table, and simulated the battle.

"Your Majesty, Hal led his men to retreat to Wupo Peak and set up camp."

"Hahahaha, I am happy to see that shameless Hal lose the battle."

The voice arrived before the person, and the shouting was loud, powerful and filled with joy.

The person who walked in was General Cai, who was forty years old and in the prime of his life.

He has a square face with a short beard, and his skin is tanned because he is always on the front line.

Han Jinyan asked the guards beside him to help General Cai take off his helmet, then put down the stick in his hand and stared sharply outside the tent:

"Well, the Donghu invasion was obviously planned for a long time, but in this battle, Hal underestimated the enemy and lost more than 7,000 people. I'm afraid they were also testing our army."

The guards took over General Cai's helmet, armor, and knee pads, and General Cai shook his arms with a sense of relief.

"Ouch."

Cry out in pain.

General Cai touched his swollen arm, walked over to the sand table, and said with a hissing sound:

"That bastard Hal hit my arm with two thunderbolts. It really hurt. It's been three or four days, and my arm is still swollen like a bucket."

Then he pondered:

"Hal is six years older than me, so he's an old hand at fighting. Could it be that he really used a trick?"

Han Jinyan's eyes slid around and fell on the protruding hill of Wupo Peak. "General Cai, you see, Wupo Peak is located at a high point, easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is a flowing river next to it, which is just right for supply."

"Now that spring grass is fresh and plentiful, it's clear that Hal intends to fight a protracted war. He should be waiting to see the true situation of the internal war in Dayan before making the next move.

In this case, he will definitely make a big move next, and I will need General Cai to have his scouts closely monitor him."

General Cai stared at the map with his tiger eyes, thinking for a moment: "Oh, that old man! Your Majesty's analysis is correct, that old man really has other intentions. Don't worry, I will personally arrange people to keep watch."

Having said that, he ran out again and arranged for people to keep watch.

Han Jinyan said to Fusheng who was standing at the door, "Fusheng, send a secret message to the Donghu secret agents to investigate the various Donghu armies to see if there are any moves to mobilize troops."

Fusheng said expressionlessly, "Yes."

Then, like a ghost, the person disappeared.

Cliff cave.

Cheng Qingniang looked at Song Jiang, who started working as soon as he entered the door, and said with emotion:

"Luckily Miss Feng was kind and helped us buy rain sheets, ropes, and sacks. We now have a lot more than when we fled the village."

"I just don't know if we can escape to Yizhou successfully."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." Song Jiang, who was packing the pots and pans, looked up at Qiong Niang and grinned at Xiao Chengqing.

Xiao Chengqing pouted. He had mixed feelings towards Uncle Song who wanted to be his father. Aunt Feng said that adults' affairs should be decided by adults themselves.

"Song Jiang?" Qing Ling shouted from outside the door.

"Miss Qingling, please come in." Cheng Qingniang greeted.

Qingling walked into the cave and put seven or eight bags full of things, leaving no room to step.

Just as the young lady said, the villagers must be reluctant to throw away things.

Qing Ling sighed and said:

"Song Jiang, go talk to each family and tell them to bring some clothes, food, and weapons. We are fleeing, and our lives are the most important."

"Also, as for pots, pans, and utensils, there are only more than 20 of us, so three sets will be enough."

Cheng Qingniang looked at the belongings she had acquired over the past six months and felt very reluctant to part with them. “These things… I spent a lot of money and effort to buy them. It would be a shame to throw them away.”

Song Jiang paused. As soon as everyone dispersed, they were busy packing up their things and forgot that they were escaping this time.

I escaped from the village last year and took my belongings with me, but most of them were robbed along the way.

"Miss Qingling is right! Escaping is the most important thing, so I won't take it with me." Song Jiang threw down a newly made wooden barrel in his hand.

Qing Ling said, "Escape to a secluded cave, move all the things you can't take with you into the cave, and then seal the entrance. If you come back later, you can always use them."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qingniang nodded happily. She thought that when she returns home someday, she could bring some money back to buy household items. "This is a good idea."

Song Jiang nodded vigorously and went to each cave to notify them and explain the interests involved. After escaping once, everyone realized that they could survive by traveling light.

Soon.

A group of people were running up and down the cave on the cliff, moving wooden barrels, pots and pans, bed boards, hoes... all into an inconspicuous cave.

Feng Ranhua looked at the busy villagers, and she walked alone to the cave where Cang Xuan lived.

Pushing the door open, a beam of light came in. Looking around, the cave was tidy and clean, with only a table, a bed and two chairs.

Her eyes fell on the stone table beside the bed, where there were several books.

I picked up a book and flipped through a few pages. It seemed to still carry the fresh scent of herbs.

A black cloak, two dark-colored cotton robes... These were the clothes I wore when I came to the cliff cave last winter, and there were also new clothes and quilts I bought later...

She waved her hand and put all the information into the little book.

When he passed the cave entrance, he found that the medicinal herbs he had brought up the mountain were still there, and he put them into the small tattered book with a wave of his hand.

Walking out of the cave, she looked up at the sky. It was a blue sky with floating clouds and a flock of birds flying by.

I don’t know whether Cang Xuan has arrived in Yuezhou now, and whether the sky is the same as what she looks up at.