The prince is very cruel

Guan Ning felt mixed emotions and felt really bad. He dismounted several times and gave some of the food he had with him to these old people.

After that, there is no more.

He is not a god and cannot do so much. Even if he could take them to Shu, these old people would not be willing to leave and would rather die on this loess.

These old people are just a microcosm of the common people in the Central Plains.

They hated the Xiliang rebels, but if they really wanted to find out the cause, was it really the Xiliang rebels who caused it? Even the court and the old emperor were not the biggest culprits.

If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being born in the wrong era. In this imperial society, social changes, wars for power, and the suffering of the people are inevitable.

The only way to change all this is to start over and create a new era.

But this is easier said than done...

The next emperor may not even be as good as the current emperor.

Having seen so much along the way, Guan Ning arrived in Qinghe County with a complicated and heavy mood.

This is a major territory in the southwest of the Xiliang army, where tens of thousands of elite troops are stationed and a large population and resources are managed, so it is relatively calm.

The city inside and outside had been cleared, and there were no mountains of bones. Some people could be seen walking on the streets, but their faces had no expression and looked numb.

On the city wall, the Xiliang rebels were like clouds, and the oppression was extremely strong.

When Guan Ning entered the city, he specifically observed the equipment and food of the Xiliang rebels. They were fully armed, had plenty of meat and food, so there was almost no supply problem.

This made him a little confused. Even if Xiliang was plundering the people's wealth, it wouldn't be so rich, right?

It is not surprising that Xiliang is rich in war horses, minerals, and supplies, but Xiliang is not a grain producer. The famine ended only in the sixth year of the Wu Dynasty. Where did such a large foundation come from?

Could it be that...some Chinese giants are secretly supporting this?

Guan Ning felt more and more that it was possible. It was too easy for the Xiliang rebels to move north, as easy as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The only decent resistance was when Sima Yuan blocked the Changhe River for a whole winter.

During this period, if the princes and noble families had made efforts to stop them and cooperated with the imperial court, the Xiliang rebels would not have been able to reach Tongguan so easily.

It seems that the fate of the Wu Dynasty is coming to an end. Many people secretly want the old emperor to die so that a new situation can be reshuffled.

"Mr. Ning, we're here!" Wu Zhu's voice rang out.

Guan Ning finally came to his senses, shook his head, and threw away the complicated things in the alarm clock. He didn't care whether the old emperor was dead or not.

Looking up, I saw that it was a well-preserved and magnificent mansion, with endless stretches of Beijing-style architecture. There were seven gates alone, all heavily guarded.

The three characters "General's Mansion" on the brand new door plaque are written in flowing strokes!

"Your General He really knows how to enjoy himself."

"It seems that you are already full of confidence in breaking into the capital?" Guan Ning tested with a smile.

Wu Zhu's eyes revealed a hint of pride: "Of course!"

"My Xiliang army is divided..."

Having said this, he was suddenly interrupted by a dull voice from the general's mansion.

"It's hard to say whether we can enter the capital city by fighting, but we are fighting for the people of Dawn. Even if we shed our last drop of blood, we will not retreat!"

Guan Ning and the others looked quickly towards the general's mansion.

A tall and burly figure appeared, dressed in a long black robe, followed by a large number of generals and officers. It was obvious that they were not ordinary ones.

There is no doubt that he is Helan Shan. Even in casual clothes, he can still give off a murderous aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He is a real soldier, not a relative of someone, nor a runaway general.

Guan Ning looked solemn, feeling that the situation was difficult to deal with.

The person almost blocked the question in time.

"I guess you are Mr. Ning?" He Lanshan smiled and came out to greet him personally.

"Greetings, General!" All the soldiers around bowed and shouted loudly, with great pomp and ceremony.