Mo Xiuyao gently rubbed his face against Ye Li's and smiled, "He doesn't want to fight me to the death, he only wants my life." Yelu Ye still wanted to return to the Northern Tribes to fight for the position of King of the Northern Tribes for Yelu Hong. Why would he fight Mo Xiuyao to the death? Unfortunately, in this world, there were many people who wanted Mo Xiuyao's life, but Mo Xiuyao was still alive, and the more he lived, the better.
"Yelu Hong and Princess Rong Hua have already returned?" Ye Li asked.
Mo Xiuyao nodded, "That's right, but Helian Zhen has already arrived. He even brought eight hundred thousand men with him. Right now, there are at least one million three hundred thousand men in the Northern Tribes camp. "
"So many?" Ye Li frowned slightly. No wonder Mo Xiuyao had been talking for so long but had not made any progress. Not to mention the soldiers and horses that the Prince Ding Mansion had taken back from the Da Chu State, the Mohist army's elite soldiers numbered less than one million, and they also had to guard the various places. In terms of soldiers and horses, they could not compete with the Northern Tribes.
Mo Xiuyao smiled coldly, "The more the better. I promised Yelu Hong that I would not touch the Northern Tribes' foundations, but since they came here of their own accord, they can forget about going back." Seeing the killing intent that flashed across Mo Xiuyao's face, Ye Li tenderly kissed his cold cheeks and said softly, "Don't worry, we will avenge Big Brother."
Mo Xiuyao nodded, "Li, thank you."
The two led their horses down the hill. At the foot of the hill, there was a small village. There were very few people in the small village. The villagers' eyes were dim, and they were as thin as bones. Their ragged clothes were unbearable to look at. Ye Li couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat when she thought of how the people under the rule of the Northwest Prince Ding Mansion lived in peace and contentment, and then looked at these exhausted and despairing people.
Seeing her staring at those people in a daze, Mo Xiuyao could not help but sigh softly. He pulled her into his arms and promised in a low voice, "We will definitely get rid of the Northern Tribes as soon as possible." Ye Li was a little puzzled as she asked, "Why are these people not leaving this place?"
Mo Xiuyao shook his head. "Where can we go if we leave this place? Even though the Prince Ding Mansion was able to accommodate them, many of them starved to death on their journey. Besides … the Northwest was too small to accommodate so many people. Which part of the world isn't in chaos? Even if they fled to the south, the south was not peaceful either. There were also many elderly, women, and children. Firstly, it was difficult to leave their homeland, and secondly, they did not have the ability to travel so far. This village was the same. If the young people did not join the army, they would have fled. Those left behind were the elderly who could not leave, and the young and helpless children. They were already considered lucky. More than half of the people in the North had already been killed when the Northern Tribes invaded the Great Pass. Villages like this are everywhere … "Saying this, Mo Xiuyao could not help but feel sad.
When the Northern Tribes invaded the Da Chu State, he was planning to attack Xi Ling. Naturally, there were no soldiers in the Northwest to help the Da Chu State resist the Northern Tribes. Even though the Prince Ding Mansion had severed all ties with the Da Chu State at that time, they had not done anything wrong in terms of reputation. But facing these worried and numb people, Mo Xiuyao's heart was not made of iron. He could not help but feel a trace of guilt.
"The two of you … are the two of you His Highness Prince Ding and Wang Fei?" The two of them led their horses and walked slowly. Suddenly, an old trembling voice came from the side of the road. The two of them looked over and saw a seventy-year-old white-haired man in ragged clothes by the side of the road. He was supporting himself with a wooden staff and trembling as he looked at the two of them.
Mo Xiuyao looked silently at the old man for a while before asking, "How do you know?"
The old man said emotionally, "I heard that His Highness Prince Ding is in his prime but has a head of white hair … and I also heard that Prince Ding's army camp is just a few dozen li away. Prince, Wang Fei … I beg you to save the people of the Da Chu State. "As he spoke, the old man's staff tilted and he knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Not far away, a few villagers heard the old man's words and hurriedly ran over. In a short while, they all knelt on the ground, crying.
Ye Li looked around. As expected, the people present were either old people in their sixties or seventies or children of a few years old. There were also some women and children. Other than the ignorant children, everyone had a deep and worried expression on their faces. When they looked at Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao, they had a bit of hope.
Ye Li bent down to help the old man up. She was also speechless for a while.
Tilting her head to look at Mo Xiuyao, she saw that he was also silent. Ye Li asked in a light voice, "Elder, are you willing to leave this place?" The old man shook his head and said, "We are already people with one foot in the grave. Where can we go? I only hope that Wang Ye and Wang Fei can chase those thieves out so that they can take revenge for our fellow villagers who died so tragically. So that we, the children who don't know anything yet, can grow up safely and peacefully. Us old people, if we die, then we die … "
Ye Li looked at the sallow complexions of these people and knew how hard their days were. She sighed and said, "I will have people send some food over later. In another two months, it will be winter. But if it is possible, you should move back a little. When the autumn harvest comes, the Northern Tribes soldiers will definitely come out to steal the food. In a few days, the two armies will be at war and this place will not be peaceful. "
"This …" The old man was hesitant. Their village was closest to the front line of the two armies and was often harassed by the Northern Tribes soldiers. Luckily, the Northern Tribes soldiers were no longer like when they first entered the Pass and killed everyone they saw. But these people were either old and weak or young and ignorant. Where could they go?
Mo Xiuyao said in a low voice, "About sixty li back, there are a few villages. There are not many people left. You can live there. The battle line will not move back. You can live there without worry. Tomorrow, I will send people to escort you there. " Mo Xiuyao's words were equivalent to a promise. No matter what happened at the front line, as long as the Mohist army had a single soldier, they would not retreat a single step.
Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed. Tears of joy flowed down their faces as they kowtowed to Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao. Ye Li helplessly helped the old man up and pulled up a small child beside him. The child was about five or six years old. He raised his head and looked at Ye Li without fear. Ye Li smiled at him. The child immediately blushed and grabbed the old man's sleeve to hide behind him. Ye Li thought of Mo Xiaobao, Leng Junhan, Xu Zhirui and the rest who were in high spirits in the Prince Ding Mansion. Then she looked at the small and skinny child in front of her who was wearing old clothes that did not fit him.
Because of what they saw at the foot of the mountain, the two did not have the mood to wander around and could only return to the camp together.
When they returned to the camp, all the generals came out to welcome them. At this time, other than Zhang Qilan guarding Xi Ling, General Yuan Pei guarding Feihong Pass, Murong Shen guarding Chujing, and Lenghuai far away in Changqing, all the famous generals of the Mohist army were gathered in the camp. There were more than ten of them.
"Princess Consort, you have pacified the north. I congratulate you. "Young Master Feng San was dressed in flamboyant red clothes. He was not as handsome as the generals in their battle robes. But he was elegant and had an extraordinary aura.
Ye Li smiled faintly and saluted, "It is all thanks to everyone. Young Master Feng San, you flatter me."
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