"I heard that you are going back to northern Xinjiang?"
Mu Jin looked back a little bit like snow and frowned.
Chu Ruxue nodded. "Mr. Wang wrote that I should leave."
"It’s because of the clock, isn’t it?" Mu Jin thought for a long time and finally asked.
Chu Ruxue took a closer look at Mu Jin. "Do you think so?"
"He was assassinated in Zhongshan. Do you want to go to northern Xinjiang?"
Mujin didn’t look away and looked at the beginning as snow.
Churuxue poured a glass of water and said, "I was in northern Xinjiang, and now there is nothing wrong with going back. He needs someone to guide him."
"Father will be angry if you do this." Mu Jin seems to have something else to say, but he finally said this.
Chu Ruxue glanced at Mu Jin and sneered, "If he wants to be angry, he will give birth to me. Now all he wants to do is his business."
Mu Jin felt that he couldn’t understand the beginning as snow more and more. "You have changed as snow."
"That’s how I am." Chu Ruxue poured the water in the cup back into the teapot. "I don’t care what heaven and man think of me, including you. What kind of me is Chu Yebai in your eyes?"
"It’s getting late, so go back to the palace."
Chu Ruxue finally said such a thing to Mu Jin. Mu Jin didn’t refute anything, but Mu Jin burst into tears in the carriage.
After all, she took the one he didn’t want her to walk.
He knows that she has too much to bear and is hurt, but she lacks him. Why can’t she rely on her own hands to get bloody?
Chu Ruxue watched Mujin’s carriage headlights getting farther and farther in the window until she was out of sight, so she put the window down to get ready for bed.
No one in this world has her choice.
She doesn’t live, so naturally she doesn’t sacrifice.
As early as snow, there is no Mu Jin in the dream, no Jia Di, no Chu family, and she wants to have a white life.
In the "squeaking" sound of the iron shaft at dawn, I chose to leave Yuandu as early as snow.
……
Northern Xinjiang
Zhong Liyan didn’t expect that the south was wet and hot, but the north was dry and hot.
It will be cold in the north, but now it feels hotter in the north than in the south.
There are two men behind the camp in northern Xinjiang to greet Zhong Liyu, and a group of generals, one is Li Guzhu and Li You, a Tang Dynasty envoy, and the other is Liu Jingyuan, the Yong ying ambassador of Liu Guzhu.
"Your report is not far from Wan Li to northern Xinjiang. I am honored to wait here to welcome your report."
This sounds much better than listening to Tang Yun in Jiangnan. Maybe the marchers like it so directly.
Zhong Liyan expressed his gratitude for "calling two housekeepers to meet Zhong Liyan with trepidation"
Liu Jingyuan then said, "Your Majesty, please."
Clock from her also you’re welcome straight into the camp in northern Xinjiang.
This is the onion mountain city in northern Xinjiang. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack the clock. Looking at the rambling training troops in the military camp, I didn’t say anything brave and asked, "How many soldiers are there in the onion mountain city now?"
Liu Jingyuan bowed down and answered "140,000"
Zhong Liyi turned to take a look at Liu Jingyuan. "Isn’t the garrison in northern Xinjiang 600,000?"
Liu Jingyuan explained at this time that "the 600,000 defenders in northern Xinjiang are the first figures. In the past few days, the Sun Ridge campaign in northern Xinjiang has been less than 400,000. Now I am afraid that the 140,000 in the onion mountain is not true!"
Clock from her nod said he knew.
When King Jingnan was in southern Xinjiang, the standing army of 100,000 troops in southern Xinjiang could be expanded by one million in wartime, but now there are less than 400,000 defenders in northern Xinjiang at such a critical juncture.
Then the White House suffered a crushing defeat in Yujieshan, and it is conceivable that being outnumbered is a last resort.
South Xinjiang did not fight many foreign wars against most Miao tribes.
However, northern Xinjiang is different. Although the five Hunu countries are not big countries, the Hu people are strong and cunning. Under such conditions, Bai Qi can hold on to northern Xinjiang for so many years. This is called Zhong Li’s admiration.
Chapter White-faced teenager
Twenty-five years in the summer of Jia
When Zhong Li came from the city wall, he saw that there was a arbor, and soldiers surrounded a table in it, and some of them shouted "big" or "small" loudly.
At this moment, a soldier Henkel, dressed as a centurion, shouted, "Let’s make a bet and see if our new marshal can win the first battle!"
At this time, another voice immediately laughed. "Is this a bet? If you can win this first battle, I’ll read your surname backwards! "
"Come on," another voice said, "Tian Xiaojun, how come your surname is written in that way and you have to pronounce it that way!"
Then burst into laughter.
At this time, the faces of Liu Jingyuan and Li You are naturally not very good-looking. "It’s a damn thing to run the army and pollute the report!"
Zhong Li-Shan smiled and said, "Take out five hundred and twenty from Wang Shilu and give it to these soldiers. Don’t say that Wang gave them a chance to gamble."