On a clear day, Han Jia and four other companions embarked on a journey to find Jurong City.

The oldest old man in the village, according to his own memory, drew a rough map for them with charcoal sticks.

"Many villages along the way should be gone..." The old man lost all his teeth, and his speech was a little leaky, but he explained to them with all his heart: "But it is in the southeast.

"You just need to find the Anti-Rong City, and then go straight in this direction."

Han Jia handed the map to Han Yi, who was behind him, and thanked him sincerely, "Okay, Mr. Li, don't worry."

"If you really can't do it, just come back." The village chief suddenly reminded him, "It's not impossible to live in the village anyway."

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Han Jia was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

The old man's map is indeed rough, and the accuracy is not guaranteed. Two days after going out, Han Jia gave up on the map, and went ahead according to his intuition.

Soon, they saw the Anti-Rong City from a distance.

More than a month later, Qi You's army has achieved the final victory.

At this time, the gates of the Anti-Rong City were wide open, and soldiers inside and outside were patrolling in and out, doing the aftermath work.

Han Jia frowned and turned around to confirm with his companions: "Anti Rong City... Was it really beaten down?"

The fifth son of the village chief scratched his head.

He craned his neck to look forward, and then said in confusion: "I don't know, and I can't tell whether they are from the Rong tribe or from the Sheng Dynasty."

Han Yi hurriedly pulled the corner of his clothes and motioned him to lie down: "What are you doing? What if you find out later?"

The old fifth laughed mockingly and said, "Are you crazy?"

He opened his arms and gestured in an exaggerated gesture: "We are here, so far from that city! I can't even see what those people look like, can they still find us?"

Han Yi glanced at his brother, and responded with a bit of grievance: "You... have you forgotten that we were discovered by those two Rong people last time, and we were far away."

"It's not that far." The fifth man didn't care at all: "Also, at that time, you must have caught the voles too much and caught their attention.

"Otherwise, what can be found so far away!"

Han Yi recalled it himself, and felt that what the fifth man said was not unreasonable, so he closed his mouth angrily and stopped talking.

Han Jia took out the bean cake and distributed it to the two of them: "Okay, don't talk about it. Let's eat first, and we'll continue walking after three quarters of rest."

"Yeah." Han Yi and Lao Wu responded in unison.

Han Y's reminder, Han Jia didn't actually take it to heart. Although he himself had doubts about being caught by Geer last time, Han Jia believed even more that he had lived on the grassland for many years, and had been forced to practice a concealment technique because of his life.

So when a group of ten soldiers caught up and surrounded them, Han Jia was just like the others, his mind was stunned.

Qi Jiu retracted the long spear pointed forward, and asked suspiciously, "Sheng Chaoren?"

Han Jia swallowed his saliva, suppressed the fear in his heart, and knelt down towards Qi Jiu, saying, "See you, General, General."

Qi Jiu, who was wearing armor, quickly avoided: "Hey, hey, don't shout, I'm not a general."

Then, as usual, he briefly interrogated the origins of several people.

Han Jia didn't dare to hide it, and since he was caught by Geer, he told everything before and after.

"In the Rong army who can speak the language of Sheng Chao, there is also a high-ranking doctor of Sheng Chao..." Qi Jiu touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "You are right."

Han Jia nodded eagerly: "Yes, how dare the villain lie?"

Qi Jiu would not let him pass the test so easily.

He thought about it for a while, showed a smile, and said, "In this case, you can go back with me."

Under the horrified eyes of Han Jia and the others, he waved his hand and turned his horse's head, explaining: "Ger's team went out to perform military duties and haven't returned to the team yet, and I don't have time to verify whether what you said is true or false.

"But now a group of survivors of the Sheng Dynasty have been rescued in the anti-Rong city, and the master is preparing to send them back to the anti-Rong first to settle down.

"Aren't you going to go there? Coincidentally, just follow along when the time comes."

After saying this, he immediately drove away.

Han Jia's five people, accompanied by his soldiers, were sent to the Anti-Rong City.

After entering the Anti-Rong City, Han Jia's mood was strangely calm.

This is because, when he came to the city, he discovered that the soldiers who were able to move around freely were the same faces as them, the faces of Sheng Chao.

And the Rong people who used to be majestic on the grassland were all **** and held in the corner at this time, their shape was miserable, and there were mottled blood on their bodies.

They were sent to a courtyard specially used to house the remnants of the Sheng Dynasty. Before nightfall, they were given a piece of wheat cake and a bowl of broth with some minced meat, just like the others in the courtyard.

After successfully attacking the Anti-Rong Army, the army seized a large number of livestock, some of which were accidentally injured or old, all of which were ordered by Qi You to be slaughtered and rewarded to the soldiers.

These rescued Sheng Dynasty survivors also had a good time. If it wasn't for the fear that they hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and suddenly gave them too much and hurt them, the cooking soldiers would have brought them the whole leg of lamb.

The fifth took a sip of the soup, and then said with tears in his eyes, "I knew earlier, let's just bring the whole village here. What is this? It's so delicious!"

"Mutton soup." Han Jia smacked his lips, reminiscing the delicious taste in his mouth, and said with some doubts: "But there is no fishy smell at all!"

Thanks to Cao Mi, Qi Youjun has made great progress in cooking.

Coupled with the endless supply of seasonings from Cannes, the cooking soldiers are no longer as crude as they used to be when handling a simple mutton soup.

At this time, the clear mutton soup was filled with glittering oil flowers, and there was a little minced mutton at the bottom of the bowl. The ingredients were simple but cleverly concealed the lack of the original ingredients, which perfectly brought out the natural sweetness of mutton. The tip of the tongue spread all the way to the stomach, making people want to swallow the tongue together.

The simple mutton soup is accompanied by a generous portion of wheat cakes, and a whole room of people can eat it without raising their heads.

Han Yi was originally the most ferocious eater, a wheat cake the size of a palm. He ate half of it in three or two bites, and then drank a sip of soup in a daze, leaving no gap in his mouth.

But while eating, he choked up.

The fifth brother, who was eating heartlessly, heard the cry, moved for a while, then looked up at him and said, "This... what's the matter?"

Han Yi wiped his tears: "I, I just thought... If a few months ago, my brother and sister could also... woo woo... maybe they wouldn't die."

He reluctantly explained a sentence, but by the end he was so choked up that he was speechless.

Han Jia's nose is also sour.

He patted his brother on the shoulder: "Don't think about it, it's all over."

The fifth one nodded sadly, and persuaded: "Wipe your face, wipe your face, it will be shameless to cry any more.

"You don't even look at the occasion. There are more than five of us in this room. You are the only big man crying..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard bursts of sobbing around him.

It turned out that Han Yi was not the only one who cried with emotion after eating. The people who were placed in this place were all those who suffered under the hands of the Rong tribe, and everyone suffered no less than the people in Hanjia Village.

Originally, everyone could barely suppress the cry and hide it in the throat, but probably because Han Yi opened his head, the others simply didn't suppress it, and they all vented out directly together.

When the old fifth choked, he swallowed all the comforting words that had reached the root of his tongue.

But Han Yi quickly wiped away his tears, opened his mouth and ate again.

After eating, they wiped their mouths and hands at the request of the guard on duty, and Han Yi nestled beside his brother.

The weather is not cold yet, and the brazier is burning in the house, but the two brothers are very close to each other, as if snuggling up to warm each other.

"Brother..." Han Yi muttered.

"Huh?" Han Jia turned to look at him.

"You said..." Han Yi let out a sigh of relief, "This time... is it true?"

What he said was a little strange, but Han Jia understood what he meant.

Stumbled for decades, their generation, the previous generation, the previous generation, are all looking for an exit to save themselves.

But in the vast grasslands, there are more wolves hidden on all sides than there are stars in the night.

Their activity area has been compressed again and again, and finally they can only hide in the mountain pass, rely on the barren grassland to grow a few acres of beans, and raise a few broods of voles to live.

What he experienced in this period of time has exceeded Han Yi's cognition, and he gradually began to realize that his future life may really be different.

But he felt like he was stepping on the cloud, and he couldn't step on the ground at all.

"Well...of course it's true." Han Jia replied.

In fact, he was not very sure in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't show it at such a time.

He smiled at his brother: "You feel this is unreal now because we have been receiving giving."

He tugged at his clothes: "Our clothes and the oatmeal bread with broth at night were all given to us by those people without asking why.

"How can there be such a good thing in this world?"

"Then..." Han Yi was a little anxious.

Han Jia patted his head soothingly again: "But it's fine.

"Maybe soon, we'll know what to do."

He turned his eyes to the window, and turned to the two guards standing upright in the courtyard, and began to have infinite longing for the next destination, the city of Jurong that was also praised by Geerhu Sanqi.

Two days later, the search and rescue work in the city was completed, and Qi Jiu was ordered to first send the remnants of the Sheng Dynasty back to Jirong City.

The various aftermath affairs in the city have not been sorted out, Qi You could not leave, but took time to see them off.

He looked at the team of hundreds of people, and told Qi Jiu, "Be careful on the road."

"Don't worry, my lord." Qi Jiu patted his chest.

He avoided his subordinates and asked Qi You with a pouting mouth, "Why does the lord not trust me so much?

"It's just that you refused to fight against the Rong, how could there be any danger? You are busy with military affairs, and you are too busy to deal with military affairs. You have to come out to send me..."

Qi You's ten bodyguards are sorted by age. Qi Jiu has not yet reached the weak crown. Although the two are in a master-servant relationship, Qi You usually takes care of them when they are younger.

Therefore, Qi Jiu dared to express his grievances in front of Qi You.

Where did he expect him to ask such a question, but Qi You turned his face away embarrassedly.

Qi Jiu hadn't figured out the meaning of his master's actions, and saw two smears of red crawling directly onto Qi You's cheeks.

Qi You noticed his gaze, coughed, and uncomfortably took out a letter from his arms: "I... this king thought about it for a long time last night, and found that there are still some things that have not been explained clearly, so I wrote this letter overnight. letter.

"After you return to Jurong City, send someone to deliver the letter to the princess."

Qi Jiu immediately straightened her expression and said, "Yes."

He took the letter, checked it back and forth, and asked, "My lord, is this letter important? Why haven't any seals been stamped?"

The secret letters of their military exchanges will be distinguished by different colors of seals.

Qi You put his hands behind his back: "Well...because it's for the princess, there's no need to put any seals on it."

After a pause, he added: "But even so, you can't take it lightly, this letter... is very important!"

Qi Jiu, who had no scheming, glared at the words, hid the letter directly in his arms, and saluted and promised: "Don't worry, my lord, people are believing!"

Seeing him getting serious, Qi You seemed a little embarrassed.

He waved his hand: "Okay, it's getting late, let's go."

Qi Jiu nodded, mounted the horse to rectify the team, and then set off under the watchful eye of Qi You.

Qi You brought people back to the city, and happened to meet Lei Li who came over to discuss military affairs with him.

As soon as Lei Li saw the direction he was coming from, he squinted and teased: "My lord, are you... sending Qi Jiu?"

Qi You made a sound of "um", passed him without looking sideways, and walked straight forward.

Lei Li hurriedly chased after him, leaned into his ear and asked, "Hey... Qi Jiu can go back, but we still have to stay in the city for a while.

"My lord also thinks... hehe, this lovesickness is hard to bear, right?"

Hearing this, Qi You finally gave him a look.

He said, "Mrs. Lei is in Changling, so she must miss you very much.

"Fight Feng Rong in the next battle, go home and exchange Chen He."

Lei Li was stunned when he heard the words, and then let out a mournful wailing: "My lord, forgive me!"

The autumn was high and the air was refreshing, and his voice traveled far away with the wind, trembling a few red beans that had just matured beside the city wall.

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