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Looking at Song Zhengdu's thin but straight figure, Song Yan was in a trance for a moment.

At some point, Song Zhengdu had grown taller than himself. There was a gleam in his eyes, a light that showed a sense of responsibility that showed he was unwilling to live in mediocrity in troubled times.

Song Yan sighed silently in his heart.

In troubled times, you can't escape, and it is always good to take the initiative to shoulder responsibilities.

"Okay." He reminded, "When you get to the palace, listen to Mr. Zhan and the prince's arrangements. Don't speak without understanding, and don't act on impulse."

"Don't worry, big brother. I know my limits." Song Zhengdu bowed, a hint of sharpness appearing between his brows.

Song Wanzhou listened at the side and bit his lip: "Brother, what about me? After finishing the weaving workshop, what else can I do?"

She didn't want to be just the one being protected. In troubled times, everyone wanted to do more to protect the people they were protecting.

Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "There are still some wound medicines in the storeroom. Please check them out and have someone boil some wound medicine for later use."

"Also, organize some women to prepare bandages and boil some hemostatic soups, so that if there are any wounded, they can be treated in time."

"Hey!" Song Wanzhou agreed immediately. The panic in his eyes faded a lot, and he looked more at ease.

Song Yan forced a smile and talked to the two about the arrangements for the farm and the county town. They did not rest until three o'clock in the morning.

At night, Song Yan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Suddenly, the wind blew outside, and the sound of the wind was howling, as if countless wronged souls were crying.

Song Yan turned over and stared at the ceiling of the tent in a daze.

How is Jianping Prefecture doing now?

Are Shu Changyu and Jiaojiao safe?

Can Guang'an Prefecture be defended?

How long can Yunshan County last?

These questions were like countless little bugs, gnawing at his nerves and preventing him from falling asleep.

The wind outside the window was getting stronger, mixed with a few dog barks.

My mind was in a mess and I couldn't sleep at all.

He couldn't help but think.

It would be great if Shu Changyu were here.

If Shu Changyu were here, he would definitely be able to come up with a perfect plan.

His eyes felt a little sore and he blinked hard, as if he could see Shu Changyu's expression.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a bit of nonchalant certainty in his eyes, as if no matter how big the problem was, it would be just a trouble that could be solved by raising his hand.

Song Yan couldn't help but chuckle, but the corners of her eyes were a little moist.

He sighed.

Never mind. There's no point in thinking about this.

When Shu Changyu is not around, he has to hold on.

He, Song Yan, is not a coward who only relies on others.

I have gone through many ups and downs over the years, from having nothing to having a large family and business today, and I have never relied on just sitting there and waiting for death.

No!

I can’t lie there and let my imagination run wild anymore.

He had to look at the city defense map again, think about the deployment of the granary, and think about what omissions there were...

There is always something that can be done.

Song Yan took a deep breath, sat up with a somersault, threw back the quilt, got out of bed, walked barefoot on the floor tiles, walked to the table and lit the candle.

He spread out a piece of paper and picked up a pen to write something.

Suddenly, there were two knocks on the window.

Song Yan turned her head suddenly and saw a black shadow hooking down from the eaves, leaning on the windowsill with his elbows, flipping over and falling into the house. The wind he created made the candle flame flicker.

"Brother Song, you haven't slept yet?" An Qi grinned.

Song Yan rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "It's the middle of the night, and you're performing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?"

An Qi happily came up to grind ink for Song Yan: "Brother Song, I saw the candlelight in your room, so I knew you were still awake."

Song Yan was too lazy to argue with him and said directly: "It's a good thing that you are here. Please help me sort out the manpower we can mobilize at present. The Qi King's army is approaching, and everyone in Yunshan County who can fight must be included."

An Qi stopped laughing and became serious, counting on his fingers: "The main body of the guard team is 300, and the scattered guards distributed in various villages add up to 700. Including the young and strong farmers who were temporarily recruited, there are about 2,500 who can carry weapons."

He paused and added, "As for the secret guards, An Wu and I will take 20 brothers to guard you. An Jiu will follow Miss Jiao Jiao. The rest have been sent to the front line to gather information and cannot be spared for the time being."

Song Yan frowned slightly: "Two thousand five... It's still too much to face an army of more than ten thousand."

However, there are still two thousand guards at Prince Hui's palace.

Including the militiamen in the county town, Magistrate Fan had previously mobilized a thousand men. Although most of them were farmers, anyone with a hoe could make up the numbers.

......

It was not until the first rooster crowed outside that Song Yan put down his pen. The paper was densely filled with various defense plans and material allocation plans.

"I'm going to sleep. Remember to wake me up at noon." Song Yan reminded in a vague voice.

He fell onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, he didn't let his imagination run wild.

Shu Changyu and Jiaojiao will return safely, Guang'an Prefecture can be defended, and Yunshan County can also be defended.

He had to believe in them, and in himself.

***

The sky is gloomy and a rainstorm is coming.

At the city gate, people lined up in long queues and were being checked one by one.

There were refugees seeking refuge in the city, and there were also wealthy families who heard about the war and wanted to take their belongings and hide in the countryside.

The team moved slowly under the city gate like a long winding snake.

The number of soldiers guarding the city was twice as many as usual. All of them had tense expressions and their eyes were as sharp as blades.

Everyone was interrogated for a long time, their bags were checked over and over again, and even the soles of their shoes were knocked on to check, for fear of spies sneaking in.

"Name? Where are you from? What are you doing in the city?"

"My name is Wang Er. I escaped from Hengchang Prefecture. My wife and child have lived with our relatives in the city..." A ragged man was holding a child who was so thin that only skin and bones were left. His voice was trembling, and the child in his arms was crying with fear.

The soldier waved his hand expressionlessly: "Go ahead and register over there."

The man thanked the child profusely and walked inside. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he was stopped by another soldier, who pointed at the rag bag in his arms and asked, "What's in it?"

"Yes...it's half a piece of dry food left for the child..." The man opened it hurriedly, and sure enough, there was only a blackened steamed bread inside.

The soldier took a glance, didn't bother anymore, and turned to check the next person.

In the team, a middle-aged man in a respectable silk suit was arguing with the yamen runners: "I am the owner of Zhang's grain shop in the west of the city. My home is in the city. Why can't I take my family out of the city?"

"The prince has ordered that during the war, no one is allowed to leave the city unless under special circumstances." The soldier said sternly, "If you are worried about your family, let them stay in the city. There are garrisons in the city, which is safer than the countryside."

"Safe? Hengchang Prefecture has been destroyed, how long can this county town be defended?" The man was so anxious that he jumped up and down, "I have an ancestral home in the countryside, and there is also a cellar. It's better to hide there than to wait for death in the city!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a commotion in the team.

"Yeah, the city might be more dangerous..."

"If I had known I shouldn't have gone into the city..."

"Shut up!" An old soldier with a weather-beaten face suddenly shouted. He was missing an arm and was leaning on a wooden stick. He was a remnant soldier who retreated from the northern border.

"If the city is breached, can we hide in the countryside? The rebels robbed every village and kidnapped every woman they saw. Do you think the countryside is a paradise?"

Everyone was silenced by his roar. The old soldier took a breath and said in a hoarse voice: "The brothers defending the city are fighting hard. Even if we can't help, we should not cause trouble."

The grain shop owner's face turned pale and blue, and finally he shut up in disappointment and walked back with his family.

When Song Yan was leading his men out of the city, he happened to see this scene.

He shook his head.

The veteran is right. In these troubled times, how can there be a true paradise?

If you can't defend the city gates, it's no use hiding in the ends of the earth.

Seeing Song Yan blatantly leaving the city, some wealthy families who were guarding the city gates and unwilling to leave were immediately furious.

"Why can he leave the city?" A fat wealthy businessman pointed at Song Yan's back and shouted at the soldiers guarding the city, "We are all stopped, but he can come and go freely. Is this rule set for us?"

Several wealthy families nearby also echoed: "That's right! We are all citizens of the city, why should we favor one over the other?"