Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Sukru was already a city in southern Mongolia.

The situation in this city is very complicated.

The nearest city is Uyghur, which is still under the control of the Southern Mongolian army. The people of Uyghur are relatively safe for the time being.

Ui was formerly Sukru, and after Sukru came Dorub.

Dolubu was entirely under the control of the Khitans. The Khitan army was stationed there, and the people of southern Mongolia who could escape fled. Those who could not escape remained in Dolubu, a living hell, where everyone lived in dire straits.

The city's infrastructure cannot be built without the people, so the people of Dorub were not massacred on a large scale, but everyone lived a life worse than death.

The elderly were slaughtered, the men were forced into hard labor, and the women either hid or died. Those who could not hide but could not die mostly became spoils of war for the Khitan soldiers.

As for the city between Ui and Dorub, there is another city, Sukru.

Sukru is now a no-man's-land, inhabited by both Khitan soldiers and Southern Mongol warriors.

This place is very peculiar, with steep terrain, mountains, rivers, depressions and hills, deadly low-lying areas and cliffs everywhere.

The two armies had clashed, but according to the reports sent back, only a small number of soldiers died by enemy swords; the majority died due to environmental factors.

As time went on, neither side's army was willing to advance on a large scale.

The Khitan army also tried to break into smaller groups and send people to secretly advance and conquer them one by one, but to no avail and made no substantial progress.

The number of Southern Mongolian warriors remaining in Sukru was not large, but it was enough for defense. Even they themselves could not cross Sukru to attack Dorub.

Finally, the stalemate between the two sides gave the local people a chance to catch their breath.

“There are still many people in Sukru City. Although everyone is safe for the time being, life is very difficult. But even if it is difficult, for the people of other cities in Nanmeng, at least they can survive.”

"Therefore, there will be many refugees from other cities in Sukru City. Second Aunt, you and Nangong will lead an army of 30,000 to the city. Once you arrive, try to recruit as many civilians as possible. There is no need to worry about military supplies for the time being, as my grandfather has already agreed to lend us some."

The northern frontier and southern Mongolia are far apart, but my grandfather's military rations had already begun to be transported to southern Mongolia when Lu Beimo set off for southern Mongolia. At this time, he should have already made contact with Ning Anran.

The most scarce resource on the battlefield is food. With food, you can do many things.

"I understand." Miao Yucui nodded and looked at her seriously. "Ali, take care."

"Second Auntie is the same." Chu Yueli nodded and said, "See you in Sukelu City!"

"Alright, see you at Sukru!"

Miao Yucui and Nangong Ji, leading an army of 30,000, soon parted ways with everyone.

The remaining Chu Yueli led 20,000 soldiers and set off after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, their journey to Weicheng was much faster this time.

However, after leaving Wuyang and entering the mountain path, the speed slowed down significantly.

The mountain road is rugged and the journey is long.

After traveling for more than half a month, they finally met up with Chu Yi's team in Weicheng.

Afterwards, Chu Yueli packed military rations and was about to head to Dingzhou when she received a message brought back by Jing Lei that very night.

Lu Beimo's third maternal uncle, the Marquis of Jian'an, led an army of 100,000 men and set off from Jianzhou ten days ago, heading towards Dingzhou.

Chu Yueli calculated the time and frowned slightly: "In that case, wouldn't our troops, Marquis Jian'an's Qin family army, and Prince Jin's army all converge in Dingzhou?"