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Lu Yichuan: Let me go out, I want to enter the city!

Lu Yichuan waved his hands and unfolded the rubbing drawings sent by Chai Jinli. Compared with the two, their brows were deeply furrowed, and the Jinshi beside him couldn't help looking at them.

"This...is exactly the same as the shoe prints and iron hooves we collected in the Yellow Spring Forest..."

"That's right..." Lu Yichuan carefully put away some of the blueprints, "Even though the horseshoes are big and small, the subordinates under General Bai must have the same iron hooves, which is different from the Ningwu army. After some comparison, it can be seen that it is the traitor general Cheng Leiling People dug up all the black grass near the entrance of the Yellow Spring Forest, so that the army commander had to go deep into it..."

Chai Jinli narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt confused, as if there were some clues that were already clear but couldn't be grasped, and he wanted to find a quiet place to think.Lu Yichuan glanced at his cheek from the corner of his eye, was stunned for a moment, quickly dragged him out of the house, said that he had other important matters to ask the two battalion commanders, and urged him to go with him.

Because of the cold weather, the dry oil and wine that had been prepared had already condensed into ice, so Chang Ming and Lan Mo had to ask people to keep them warm with hot water all the time to keep them safe.When Lu Yichuan found it, he happened to see Yijing returning to the Lost City, and Chang Ming filled him with a bowl of hot water to keep him warm for the time being.

The army commander took it with a smile, and when he was about to drink it, he passed the wine back to Chang Ming: "Drink some, it's very cold in northern Xinjiang, and your cheeks are bloodshot, I'm afraid it's already chapped. I grew up with you since I was a child." In Beijiang, there is a lot of walking around now, and I am not afraid of the cold."

"How can I do that?" Chang Ming resolutely pushed back the drink, and then stretched out his hand to quietly hold the tip of Yijing's fingers. They were all frozen together, and reproached in a low voice: "Jiang Yuan is naturally warm, not to mention that there are so many firewood here, how can it be cold." Before Yijing could take his left hand away, he raised it to his eyes and saw it at a glance. By the time his fingertips were already bruised, he put the warm wine in Yijing's palm without saying a word, and asked Yijing to hold the wine bowl in both hands.

"Are you worried about running out of drinks? Even if you want to set the Lost City on fire, this bowl is not bad." Chang Ming said nonchalantly.

Unexpectedly, Yijing pretended to be serious and put on a serious face: "The official is worried about the lack of firewood, not to mention that you are acting for private interests, and spreading it will damage your reputation..."

Chang Ming looked at him with a look of concern for a fool. Lu Yichuan, who was originally inconvenient to disturb, coughed feignedly. Chang Ming quickly withdrew his hands and looked around. Expression, greet Lu Yichuan and Chai Jinli.

"It's been a lot of hard work for the commander of the army to travel between the lost city and the Huancheng city. I don't know what to gain?"

"The epidemic does not heal overnight. Fortunately, General Song Qunwen went to suppress it in person. He shared weal and woe and was barely able to stop it. However, General Shen was seriously ill and did not recover overnight. There are still people who intend to escape from the isolated city. guard."

Chai Jinli said worriedly: "But the people's hearts are shaken, if it is just a strong suppression, I'm afraid there will never be peace..."

Lu Yichuan's eyes moved, and he hurriedly echoed: "That's exactly the case. If you can't enter the Lost City, investigate the root cause, and restore the truth to the world, things will change later..."

Yijing drank the wine in the bowl, and the color returned to his face. He turned his head over Lu Yichuan, and looked at the lost city that had long been covered with snow in the distance.

"Northern Xinjiang is bitterly cold, you two can take a look at the Lost City... The sky is covered with ice and snow, and the city walls are even more indestructible. Ning Wu has not come out with all his nest this time, and he still needs to move food and grass. It is also difficult to defend the city when attacking it. I am powerless to remove this method of besieging the city."

When Lu Yichuan heard the words and looked back, as Yijing said, the Lost City has long since lost the outline of the city wall, but it is like a towering snow mountain, hard to come across, how to capture such a city?

Chang Ming looked at the three people in front of him, but he didn't say anything until Lu Yichuan asked, "When will this go on like this?"

"There will be a time when water and food will run out in the city, so be safe and don't be impatient." After saying this, Yijing still needs to go to the Yellow Spring Forest to find the black grass, so he bid farewell after only a few words.

After bidding farewell to Lu Yichuan, Helian Qingxian came again. It was snowing heavily, and he moved slowly in the snow, but he was still in a hurry.

"Has the Commander been here?" Helian looked around lightly, only seeing messy footprints on the snow.

"I've been here, and I'm gone again." Chang Ming led him slowly back to the camp, "Don't worry, Mr. Luqiu is tired, but he is not worried about the disease, but you grew up in Maocheng in the southwest. The water, soil and climate are sick."

Helian Qingxian turned his face away in a little embarrassment at first, and then made a couple of casual fools. Chang Ming knew who he was thinking about, and he didn't say anything to expose it, so he continued to patrol the lost city.

Yijing stretched out his hand to brush his hair, and a few snowflakes fluttered down from his head. It was just a simple movement, but it made his hands a little numb.He looked down at his fingers, the bruises hadn't faded away, so he straightened his cloak nonchalantly to protect his face from the cold wind, and when he raised his head to recognize the way - he heard the melodious flute sound again that day.

Or rather he didn't hear it.

The sound seemed to be nothing, as if someone was singing a farewell poem thousands of miles away. He seemed to see the trees in front of him shifting left and right, their branches stretched out, and their roots moved, dyeing the tranquility of the snow in the sky with blood. When he was alarmed and sleeping, thousands of people charged forward and crushed him to powder, leaving him in ashes.

He suddenly couldn't tell if it was a momentary illusion, he staggered and took a step back, and subconsciously held onto a tree beside him. As soon as his unconscious fingertips touched the rough bark, he felt a knife blade coming from the fingertips. However, it frightened him.

"Great Army Commander!" Suddenly someone supported him from behind, and everything in front of him was a lifeless Wudao forest again.

"Did you hear the flute again?" Yijing turned his head and saw that it was Xingcheng with a gloomy complexion. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in despair.

Xing Sheng took two steps back to make him stand still, and persuaded him: "Go a few more steps, I'm afraid I won't be able to find Battalion Commander Qin, so let's turn back earlier."

Sure enough, Yijing regained his senses and looked around. There were only himself and Xingcheng around, and there were only desolate trees left. The voice of Qin Zuoxi's shout was far and near, and it was difficult to figure out the direction. However, Yijing was sure that he had only moved a few steps .

"Why are you here?" Yijing looked at Xingcheng lightly, "You are seriously injured, how did you get off the ground and walk?"

"I've been recuperating for a few days, but it doesn't hinder my walking. I'm short on manpower, so I went out to help. I didn't expect to see you lost your mind just now..."

Yijing waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, and did not forget to tell Xingcheng not to spread the matter to the outside world. After thinking about it for a while, he finally sighed: "The Lost City is not a place to store grain. Right now, the road is blocked by heavy snow, and the city has been besieged for about a month... ...you don't have to run around with me anymore, but stay here to help Lan Mo."

Xing Cheng nodded clearly, and asked casually: "Is the commander still suffering from gossip?"

"What can you do?" Yijing asked with wide eyes.

Xing Cheng just whispered four words - "It is God's will."

Yijing was taken aback for not knowing, snowflakes were falling on his eyebrows, when he lowered his eyebrows and looked down, he seemed to be old, and the chill came from his eyes to his heart.

Hearing the howl of the wind and snow outside the tent, Lan Mo turned around a few steps before opening the curtain a slit, and felt the wind and snow hit his face, his cheeks hurt, and he was very worried, and told Xing Cheng beside him: "Order the people of the Sixth Battalion to reduce the number of people in the lost city." Patrol, and return to tents to keep out the cold."

"Wait a minute, Battalion Commander," Xing Cheng stopped him, "The Commander ordered the city to besieged and guarded, isn't that..."

"The weather is bitter and cold, and the city is besieged by heavy snow. At such an unfavorable time and place, the rebel army should think about whether to break out." Lan Mo smiled at Xing Cheng indifferently.

Hearing this, Xing Sheng calmly persuaded him: "Battle Commander, Lost City is not a place to store grain. Even if there are several large households in the city, how can they sustain the food and clothing of more than [-] people? There was no movement in the city for a month, only I am afraid that there will be no more food available. It is precisely because of the bitter cold and food shortage that I am afraid that they will fight with their backs, resist desperately, and come out when our army is not prepared...Punish the commander for a small matter, and the disease or rumors will spread..."

Lan Mo's face changed slightly, he raised his eyes to see Xing Cheng's careful words, and suddenly realized with his usual expression: "Xing Cheng's words make sense, so let's pass down the order to guard closely and not relax."

"The next officer takes orders." Xing Cheng was about to lift his feet to go out, but Lan Mo called him back again: "You go with this officer, one is to send orders, and the other is to inspect."

The two walked together, and they didn't expect to meet the Seventh Battalion Commander Li Changming at the north gate of the Lost City.He was leading Fang Xingai to talk with another person - that person Xingcheng knew, and it was Liu Yedong who was ordered to take care of him not long ago.

Although I didn't hear a single word, I could see Liu Yedong retreating with his head bowed, while Chang Ming's expression was cold and cold, and the people around were in a hurry, as if Chang Ming was reprimanding and Liu Yedong was listening.

Lan Mo looked at each other with Cheng Sheng, and walked forward quickly. Chang Ming raised his eyes and saw the two people, and his face softened a little.

Changming saluted and said: "The lower officials led the troops to inspect and pass by here, but they saw that the people here were greedy for warmth and neglected to slack off, so that the wine turned to ice and the snow covered firewood. When I asked, I found out that it was Liu Yedong, the leader, who was lazy. If you are slippery, teach me a few words."

Lan Mo frowned and looked around at the snowy surroundings. The surface of the drink and butter was white and bright like a mirror. As Chang Ming said, the firewood was covered in snow and disappeared. If the rebels rushed out, they would be too late , Could it be that the matter of the commander is broken!

Liu Yedong on the other side argued in a low voice: "I know I was wrong... But... the northern border is too cold, and the fire is not warm enough..."

"How dare you argue!" Chang Ming yelled loudly, causing Liu Yedong to fall to the ground in fright, regardless of whether the northern border was cold or not, Lan Mo was also startled by Chang Ming's appearance, and stepped forward Blocked the way: "It's very cold here, and Liu Yedong's slack is actually forced by the weather. I hope the Seventh Battalion Commander will calm down. I will transfer him away and punish him." Then he turned to Xing Sheng and said, "Xing Sheng You guard this place, be careful, don't do this again!"

Xing Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then saluted and took orders.

Seeing this, Chang Ming didn't want to say much, so he let Lan Mo take Liu Yedong away. Seeing the two go away, he worriedly asked Xing Cheng: "You are still seriously injured, how about Fang Xingai here?"

"How can the Seventh Battalion intervene in the arrangement of the Sixth Battalion?" Xing Cheng asked back, even though his face was as pale as snow, his eyes were still firm, "Cheng Lei is afraid that he will lead his troops to break through in the next few days, but due to the situation, he can only win once , the north direction is the way to come, if you retreat, Bai Xiangying can easily intercept and kill it, and the south direction is close to the royal city, and there are many troops guarding it. This kind of people cannot fight against it. Therefore, I predict that Cheng Lei will mainly break through from the east and west gates, and you need some reinforcements two."

Chang Ming immediately nodded knowingly, bid farewell to Xing Sheng and hurried back to the barracks.

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