Outside the archway, Zhao Zhu and his entourage from the Old Marten Temple were stopped without any suspense. Pretending to be a relative of the Governor of Jianzhou was completely useless. The great eunuch, who was well versed in martial arts, was furious and was about to kill him. Zhao Zhuan stopped him with a smile and said that he was the favorite student of Yan Jiexi, the Grand Secretary of the Palace Hall. He was still rolled his eyes, but Zhao Zhuan was still not angry. He shamelessly said that he was a descendant of the Zhao family in the capital and that he was good friends with the son of the Northern Yuyi Minister, the Prince of Qingcheng, and Jin Lanting. There were four Zhao families in the capital. The Zhao family of the Emperor was naturally the first in the world. Next was the family of the Minister of Personnel, Zhao Youling, and the Great General, Zhao Cheng, who had the same qualifications as Yang Shenxing. The last Zhao family was relatively shabby. They only had an assistant minister of the capital and a provincial governor of the border. But in the local area, they were still a first-class family with great power. However, the steward guarding the archway scowled coldly and told Zhao Zhuan to scram, saying that Mount Hui had a grudge against Zhao Zhuan. He then pointed his nose to the sky and pointed at the neighboring Mount Longhu, asking if Zhao Zhuan understood. The old eunuch, who could make Jianzhou tremble with a sneeze, was completely expressionless. The Crown Prince, on the other hand, was as good-tempered as ever. He was amused and laughed uncontrollably, repeatedly saying that he understood. The steward with little authority at the archway was so rude and unreasonable. Fortunately, a guest from Mount Hui who happened to pass by knew the severity of the situation. He hurriedly apologized and quickly went to the tall building to pass on the message. Not long after, he returned to the archway with a stiff face. He wanted to say something but stopped. Zhao Zhuan asked considerately, "So it was your Mountain Lord who told me to scram down the mountain?"
The guest smiled awkwardly and did not deny it.
Zhao Zhuan smiled politely and said, "It's fine, it's fine. I'll have to trouble you to go to the archway again and inform the Mountain Lord that Zhao Zhuan from the capital has come to visit. Please ask her to give you some food."
The official, who was not familiar with the politics of Liyang, did not think too much about it and ran back to report. As a result, Zhao Zhuan waited for a long time, but he did not even see the figure of that person.
The Old Marten Temple said gloomily, "Your Highness, everyone in Mount Hui deserves to die."
Zhao Zhuan waved his hand and said with a smile, "It seems that we can only use the plan of breaking through the mountain. Otherwise, we probably won't be able to see that woman."
At this moment, Zhao Zhuan abruptly raised his head and gazed into the distance at the peak of the snowfield. On top of a tall building, he could vaguely make out a figure in purple robes. The figure was facing the torrential river with his hands behind his back.
Zhao Zhuan thought for a moment and murmured, "This scene is worth it."
The scholar asked with a smile, "Are we going down the mountain now?"
Zhao Zhuan turned and said, "Let's go down the mountain."
On the top floor of Xueping Mountain, the woman who had parted ways with Beiliang had become more and more powerful after successfully ascending to the Celestial State.
She stood until the last ray of afterglow in the west faded away.
After sitting on the ground, she lowered her head and tied a knot on the hem of her dress. She probably felt that the knot did not look good, so she untied it and untied it again and again.
She suddenly stopped what she was doing and turned her head to look towards the northwest. She felt like drinking.
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The land of refugees was indeed not easy to deal with. It did not give Beiliang any peace of mind. The large group of Horse Gang who had declared themselves king outside the three cities simply tore off the cloth of shame and rose up in revolt. Even though they knew that the thirty thousand Long Xiang Army had formed an encirclement, they did not hesitate to fight like trapped beasts. They bypassed Linyao Ancient Military Town and directly charged towards Qing Cang. However, the Dragon-Elephant Cavalry had pulled the battle line too far apart. These twenty thousand Horse Gang could not be considered to be throwing eggs at a rock in a short period of time. In fact, in terms of military strength, Qing Cang, which had just been included in Beiliang's territory, had less than eight thousand people. Perhaps the only advantage they had was that city. Chen Xiliang stubbornly held onto his opinion and took command of Qing Cang. The desperate actions of the Horse Gang were within Wutongin's calculations. However, Chen Xiliang had given Hsu Fengnian a big problem. Originally, Qing Cang was dispensable. Hsu Fengnian wanted the Horse Gang to break into the open from the dark. So what if he gave them a broken city that had nothing to do with being invulnerable? Moreover, Beiliang's soldiers were all experts in cavalry and infantry. Chen Xiliang's reckless actions did not follow common sense. Hsu Fengnian was annoyed and could only let Yang Guangdou and Cao Wei, who were supposed to finish in Youzhou, rush to Beiliang's fourth prefecture, Liuzhou. In addition, Xu Xiao's adopted son, Qi Dangguo, who took charge of the six thousand Iron Floating Tou Cavalry. He was called the Protector Provincial Governor Yang Guangdou. Naturally, he went on a killing spree. Since they were determined to fight, they would not be polite to the refugees. Moreover, if the Horse Gang dared to rebel, there would definitely be Beimang's Southern Dynasty to take care of them. Perhaps a big battle was still to come. The twenty thousand Horse Gang was most likely just a appetizer. Hsu Fengnian was also worried that the Southern Dynasty would suddenly have a real power general who wanted to go to the refugees' land. If he really made a hole in Beimang's front line in Liuzhou and created a perfect passage and supply line to the south, the wavering Linyao and Fengxiang might fall to the Southern Dynasty's side. In this way, the war of Liang Mang would be forced to ignite in advance. Beiliang's territory was not too vast in the east and west, so it was not suitable for a battlefield to appear in each of the three prefectures. Hsu Fengnian was not afraid of Beimang's iron hooves coming south, but he did not want to hear the sounds of barbarians who liked to shout when charging so early.
After Yang and Cao left, Hsu Fengnian was left with the coachman Xu Yanbing. They had already entered the hinterland of Youzhou. Hsu Fengnian bent down and walked out of the carriage to take a breath. Sitting beside Xu Yanbing, he said self-mockingly, "It seems that the old men of the Southern Dynasty who want to return to their hometown to worship their ancestors can no longer sit still. They are probably stimulated by the West Chu's revival. While they still have strength, they want to cooperate with the West Chu. Now I am worried that Qingcang City will not be peaceful. The Horse Gang is nothing to be afraid of. What I am afraid of is that once Qingcang City is lost, the refugees will have a taste of the benefits and take advantage of the situation to rise up in rebellion. My trip to Qingcang and my efforts to send Buddha to the west will all be in vain. This one-track minded Chen Xiliang, if the next time I see him, it will still be his corpse. Even if he is lucky enough not to die, I will beat him half to death! "
Xu Yanbing said calmly, "With the 800 Phoenix Battalion as the backbone of the city defense, Qingcang City should be able to resist for a while. However, there will not be many who will survive. Now we have to see if there is a master from Beimang hiding among the Horse Gang. "
Hsu Fengnian's face was gloomy. He leaned against the wall of the carriage and said calmly, "Now I will still feel sorry for the losses of the Phoenix Battalion. When the battle really starts in the future, I will probably not even feel sorry for them. In the end, I will be completely numb. The number of people who died will only be a general number reported by the military intelligence."
Xu Yanbing said calmly, "Isn't it all like this in war? The old soldiers who followed the General to Beiliang have all seen the people around them die one by one. Don't feel sorry for them. I have raised them for 20 years. To put it bluntly, they are like dogs. When it is time to bite, they have to bite with all their strength."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "After all, they are not dogs."
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