After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

"Let's keep him in the county jail for the time being." Pei Jiaoran seemed to remember something and frowned, "I suspect that the real Hu merchant was hidden in the oil workshop by them. The governor had better send someone to check. If those people are dead, the trouble will be even greater. "

Hearing this, Li Xiujing nodded in agreement.

Seeing that it was getting late, Pei Jiaoran didn't stay much and got up to say goodbye to Li Xiujing.

Early the next morning, the Guazhou civil uprising was also concluded. There are thieves who instigate various families and incite the people to rush into the city. They are guilty of conspiracy. However, since a war was imminent, the governor should not use the killing as an excuse, so he only severely punished the first thief, and the other participants were whipped twenty times to serve as a warning. As for the county magistrate Pei Jiaoran, he was responsible for negligence and was fined half a year's salary as punishment.

The corpse of the thief involved in the case was left hanging in the street for three days, and his body was abandoned in the wild after three days. This was his punishment for killing someone with a weapon.

After that, Pei Jiaoran used her own savings to buy a lot of grain with wealthy households in the city and deposited it in the charity warehouse. At the same time, he opened more porridge shops in the city and purchased medicines by himself to give to the people. The complaints piling up on her gradually subsided. This was the result of discussions between her and Li Xiujing.

While solving the problem of survival, it temporarily calmed the anger of the people. At the same time, it also means a promise to the people that they will not abandon the city.

Although she bled a lot this time, she gained a lot of fame. The people are not stubborn, and now they have received benefits from the court.

They packed up and returned to their respective lives. Guazhou has returned to its former peace.

But no one in the state capital or county government dared to rest. They knew that it was impossible for the Tibetan spies to do nothing if they made such a big fuss in the city.

After a few days of brief respite, Guazhou ushered in the first batch of arrow rain.

Under the frequent beating of war drums, loud horn sounds followed. Pei Jiaoran woke up in the middle of the night, quickly changed his clothes and went out. She caught a glimpse of Bi Fei looking at her with a worried expression, sighed and walked over.

"Stay at home and don't wander around." Pei Jiaoran reached out and stroked her shoulder, "Don't worry, I will take care of myself."

Stepping out of the county, I looked up and saw the beacon towers on top of the city were all bright. Pei Jiaoran flew onto his horse, reined in the horse and headed straight for the city.

On the top of the city, Li Xiujing was patrolling with his deputy, and several people were carrying corpses. Pei Jiaoran breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were all in Tubo costumes and stepped forward quickly.

"It was the Tubo vanguard battalion that attacked the city at night. Feng Yuanxian had already led his men to repel them." Li Xiujing turned his head to look at her, "Is the situation in the city okay?"

"I ordered Cui County Prime Minister to take people to each house and strictly ordered the people not to go out." After saying that, Pei Jiaoran walked to the city wall and looked forward.

I saw sparks dancing not far away, like strange beasts in the dark night, their eyes greedily coveting the city at their feet. The sound of horse hooves carried by the wind indicated that they might attack the city again at any time.

Pei Jiaoran narrowed his eyes and brushed his fingers over the rough city bricks, "How long will it take for the governor to repel the Tubo."

This question is inappropriate, but it is unavoidable. Whenever there is a war, food and grass mobilization and cost accounting are top priorities, and every transaction needs to be calculated repeatedly. The state needs to allocate the food and military supplies consumed every day according to the situation.

The most basic principle is not to waste food during wartime.

Now Guazhou is experiencing a civil unrest. Calculating grain daily and adjusting grain allocation based on losses is a top priority. If there is insufficient food, they will have to borrow food from other state capitals. But borrowing food is not easy.

Each state capital has its own considerations. If you borrow food easily, what should you do if you encounter a war here? Therefore, unless there is an order from the king, you will not borrow food easily and go out of the world.

"The Tibetans are coming fiercely. This war will not end so soon." Li Xiujing stared at the side of Pei Jiaoran's face and said, "Unless we can cut off Tibetans' food and grass."

Tubo was forced to stay in Luozuo a hundred years ago, but after continuous encroachment over the years, its territory was re-expanded near Qinghai Lake, occupying Fuqi City, the capital of Tuyuhun King, and now the Qilian Mountains are the boundary with this dynasty.

If Tubo wants to attack Guazhou, it must bypass the Qilian Mountains and go deep into the border areas. This means that once the front line is too long, the Tibetan garrison in Fuqi City will not be able to supply the front line in time.

He asked Feng Yuanxian to get the map and spread it out on the ground. Li Xiujing motioned to Pei Jiaoran to look at it together.

Looking at the place specially marked on the map, Pei Jiaoran looked at Li Xiujing and asked, "Has the governor already paid attention to it?"

"Yes. The situation in Guazhou cannot be defended, and Changle must also be taken into account. If we can pass through the rear of Tubo and cut off the food and grass, the Tubo will definitely retreat." Li Xiujing pointed to a certain place on the map, "This is the best place to set up an ambush to rob the food."

"But this place is not far from Fuqi City. Tubo can also divide its troops and attack us together with the Fuqi City garrison." Pei Jiaoran frowned and thought.

Li Xiujing sighed, "Yes. But only by taking risks can we win. You know, the current situation in Guazhou cannot withstand a long period of time. How can we make Tubo retreat without taking a risky move? If the court returns How dare Tubo invade easily like a hundred years ago?"

Pei Jiaoran understood without refuting Li Xiujing's words. There is constant internal fighting in the center, and the generals on the side have their own agendas. The Chinese dynasty is no longer the same dynasty it was a hundred years ago. It is simply a fool's errand to think that it can defeat the Tibetans as easily as it did a hundred years ago.

Pei Jiaoran was about to speak when a rapid sound of horns and repeated shouts suddenly came from his ears.

"The Tibetans are attacking the city again! Watch out for falling rocks!"

When he stopped talking, Li Xiujing grabbed the Mo Dao on the side and suddenly pulled Pei Jiaoran aside. He raised an iron shield half a person's height above her head and protected her all the way back up the stone stairs.

"Go back quickly. Don't stay on the city tower. I need you to defend the city for me later." After saying that, Li Xiujing turned around and ran towards the city to meet the enemy.

Glancing at the iron shield still stained with dried blood in his hand, Pei Jiaoran thought for a while and drew out the Chunjun Sword. He picked up his sword and rushed to the top of the city to meet the enemy with Li Xiujing.

Looking at the light green beside him, Li Xiujing shook his head. He swiped the Mo Dao in his hand and slashed at the Tibetan soldiers climbing up the city.

Junjun under the moon, the sword light is clear and cold. Wherever the sword pointed, only blood could be seen. Pei Jiaoran was holding Chunjun, one sword at a time. The place where she was was soon filled with the corpses of Tibetan soldiers.

The soldiers on the top of the city were also replaced by heavy armor soldiers under the leadership of Feng Yuanxian. While holding a shield to fight back, a group of archers also quietly approached the city wall. They squatted against the city wall, and under the cover of the shield soldiers, they drew their bows and set arrows to attack the Tibetan soldiers who were setting up ladders under the city.

Pei Jiaoran let out a light cry when he saw Tubo setting up a city-destroying chariot at the foot of the city. Holding the shield, he rolled to the side to avoid the falling rocks thrown from below. After the smoke and dust cleared, he emerged from under the shield.

Pei Jiaoran leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. The rockfall just now made her feel dizzy. He rubbed his forehead and picked up the bow and arrow. Quietly slipped into the archers.

"Ming Mansion?" the archer next to him asked suspiciously.

Pei Jiaoran nodded when he heard the words and remained silent. His eyes were fixed on the Tubo general who was controlling the city-destroying vehicle.

Taking advantage of Tubo's efforts to make up for the falling rocks, Pei Jiaoran suddenly jumped up. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow in mid-air, and fired three arrows in a row.

"Li Xiujing, kerosene!" Pei Jiaoran shouted.

Li Xiujing, who understood what she meant, picked up a jar of kerosene with a knife and threw it at her.

"then."

Thousands of clear shadows swayed out of Chunjun, attacking the altar of fire oil. The kerosene barrels exploded in the air, and were swept away by the sword wind, and they all landed on the city-destroying vehicle.

Taking advantage of the fire, Tubo called for help. Pei Jiaoran turned over like a kite and turned back to the tower easily.