At dawn, there was abrupt sound of a stern horn after another in the camp, with flags hunting and horseshoes thundering.

Yaoying woke up suddenly, the light in the tent was dim, and a figure beside the long case was motionless, with neat clothes on her body, focusing on recognizing the sound of the horn coming from a distance.

After a moment, he looked down at her.

"Today I will lead a Chinese army out of the camp. Bi Suo and Mo Pido will leave food and supplies, and **** the luggage. The princess will stay in the camp. Fate feels that she will come to you and discuss things with him."

The tone is serious.

Yaoying responded, and before she got up, he picked up the long knife placed by the blanket and stepped out.

"The general is still injured. Don't forget to change the dressing. Be careful."

Yaoying was wrapped in a felt blanket and ordered softly. She just woke up in her sleep, her voice was soft and hoarse.

Tamaraga paused, turned his back to her, hummed softly, lifted the felt curtain and went out.

But listening to the sound of words outside the camp, footsteps, horses hiss, and the dull sound of armored swords colliding one after another, it sounds busy and not chaotic, and the wind is howling.

Yaoying calmed down and quickly put on her clothes and got up. Yuanjue hurried over and took her to another camp.

The long road under the hillside was crushed by a large area of ​​black, and the sky was full of glow. Soldiers wore the glow on their shoulders and marched northward, too far away to see the figure of the headed general.

Yaoying ate some naan cakes and processed the paperwork to record the distribution of horses, and Bi Suo's soldiers came over.

"The commander inadvertently captured the skirmishers of a small tribe. They wanted to attack the Kak tribe. They were surrounded by the Kak tribe for several days and nights. The commander captured them alive. Two or three hundred of them were Han Chinese. The general did not know. What should I do with them? Can Lord Bayan go to hand over? Others don't understand Chinese."

Yaoying immediately agreed.

The royal court marched vigorously and vigorously. In order to prevent the main force of the army from being revealed, the captured prisoners were strictly guarded. The situation is now tense. The prisoners, refugees, and tribal cavalry are mixed in one place. It is easy to erupt conflicts and must be handled properly. She has helped deal with several disputes these days.

Yaoying brought her soldiers to the camp where the prisoners were held. The deputy general was busy. He didn't lift his eyes when seeing her coming, and pointed two soldiers to her.

"A group of Han slaves, why bother with General Ashina? In my opinion, killing it will save trouble."

The face of the soldier next to Yaoying changed. She shook her head at the soldier, without saying a word, and followed the soldier to the bullpen.

"Remember, this is the royal court. How the royal court uses its troops and how to make decisions. We have no way of beaking. The group of Han captives currently being held are fighting for Bei Rong. In the eyes of the generals of the royal court, they are enemies."

After leaving the camp, Yaoying whispered to the guards.

The soldiers' hearts shrank, and they should be respectful.

When they arrived at the cowshed, there was a foul smell of blood, filth, and feces at a long distance. The cowshed was low and the prisoners were detained in it. They had to raise their heads to look up at the guards' soldiers.

The young soldier stood in front of the bullpen and yelled a few times, and asked the soldier to pull out a few Han people to interrogate.

The soldiers looked down at the crowd and asked loudly: "Why did you attack the Kak Ministry? Why did you fight for the Bei Rong people?"

He spoke pure and fluent Chinese, and the Han captives were dumbfounded and silent for a while.

Yaoying stood aside and observed their reactions. After noticing that the Han captives were shocked, they subconsciously looked in the direction of the corner and pointed to the men in the corner: "Bring them here."

The little soldier picked out three prisoners, pressed their shoulders, and forced them to kneel.

Yaoying shook her hand, letting the soldiers let go, "Where are your ancestors from? How could you fight for the Beirong people?"

The three prisoners glanced around, and saw a group of people behind her standing by a large group of soldiers. The soldiers were both Han and Hu, and they should have a good position in the Wang Ting army. They exchanged glances.

With a few slaps, the soldier waited impatiently, flicked a few whips, and sternly shouted: "No answer yet!"

Yaoying frowned, but she didn't stop her, saying: "As long as you tell the truth and stop working for the Beirong people, I can plead with the general and save all of you."

The oldest man among the captives sneered, "How do you guarantee? We are Han people, and we are the lowest pariah in Beirong. We are no different from Beirong when we arrive in the palace."

Yaoying said indifferently: "It's not the same. The monarch of the royal court is a son of Buddha. You are defeated and become his prisoners. He never kills prisoners indiscriminately, and will forgive and pardon you. No one dares to question his decision. In the royal court, no matter which one you are. The people of the tribe are the people of the Buddha, and the Buddha treats him equally."

Her gentle and calm gaze stayed on everyone's face for a while.

"If you refuse to submit, it will be the spoils of the royal court, which will be rewarded as slaves to the nobles and meritorious generals, and cannot be redeemed for the rest of your life."

The man and the other two looked at each other with a skeptical look: "As long as we submit, the Buddha will really forgive us?"

Yaoying said: "Have you never heard of the Ujili Tribe? Their tribe used to rob the royal caravan for a living. Later they returned to the Buddha and the tribe was preserved."

"I am a Han Chinese, so I can make sure that I can assure you."

She paused, her tone low.

"The premise is that you are willing to submit."

The man squinted his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said: "We can surrender, and we can also tell you what the Beirong people asked us to do--but we have one request! As long as we meet this request, we are willing to be the king!"

Yaoying said: "But it doesn't hurt to say."

The man stared at her closely: "We ask the Buddha to give us people like Princess Wen Zhao! The royal nobles are the same as the Bei Rong nobles, only Princess Wen Zhao will treat us kindly."

Yaoying:...

Yuanjue on the side could gradually understand some simple Chinese. Hearing the words of Fozi and Princess Wen Zhao, his eyes lighted up and cast a questioning look at her.

Yaoying explained to him in a low voice.

Fate thought for a while, and said: "The princess can agree to it. The king is merciful, and it is strictly forbidden to kill prisoners in the army. As long as the princess pays the ransom for these heads in accordance with the usual practice, the king will definitely give these people to the princess. The lieutenant general has no other words."

Wherever Yaoying’s caravan went, she would try her best to rescue the local survivors of the Central Plains dynasty who had fallen into slavery. As more and more people were saved, to avoid attracting hostility from the local royal family, she took two rare treasures in the world. The owners of the small city-states bought two small oasis cities and moved everyone out of the royal court. They let those people learn farming and business from the first rescued Lao Qi, and they also asked them to build up arms step by step. No matter men or women, as long as they can carry All knives have to be trained.

She did all this generously and did not conceal it. Her caravan had close contacts with the Hushang, and often used some weird and new things to win over the nobles and nobles from all over the world. The royal court was sent out one after another, and the nobles in the royal court were happy to see the success, and wished she could save more survivors.

Yaoying smiled, "It's no wonder that Bi Suo will let me take over these Han captives. He already knew what these Han people wanted."

"Fate, you go to the deputy general and let me know."

Yuanjue didn't think it was necessary, but seeing Yaoying insisted, she had no choice but to find the lieutenant to explain the situation and take out her seal. He is the guard of Tamaraga, the lieutenant dare not disagree, and fully agrees.

After receiving the lieutenant's promise, Yaoying told the Han man: "As long as you submit, Princess Wen Zhao will try to find a way to redeem you."

The man was overjoyed and his eyes became sharp: "Do you know Princess Wen Zhao?"

Yaoying nodded and said: "Yes, my guarantee is Princess Wen Zhao's guarantee."

The three men looked at her with shocked expressions, and joy flashed across their faces.

"We believe in Princess Wen Zhao!"

The headed man looked back at the people in the bullpen and made up his mind to answer the question Yaoying just asked with a fist: "We were born in Hexi and were born in Yizhou. Our fathers were all taken captive to Yizhou. We and The locals intermarried and used the Beirong people as cattle and horses, and they had to pay heavy taxes. Cows, sheep, cloth, animal skins, women, whatever they wanted, we had to give them. Not long ago, the Beirong civil strife, our tribe was conscripted, The young men in the tribe were forced to go to the battlefield. We were originally escorted to the Beirong people to transport grain and grass. This month, the commander suddenly asked us to disperse and follow a few cavalry to attack all the small tribes. If they do not obey the instructions, they will be killed. ."

Yaoying frowned.

Sure enough, the Beirong people were forcing their vassal tribe to attack the tribe that had returned to the royal court.

The Han man took a breath, and then said: "I can tell you one more piece of news-Prince Aling Haidu has invited reinforcements for the Beirong people!"

Yaoying's pupils shrank, and for an instant, countless conjectures went through her mind.

"What reinforcement?"

She asked calmly.

The Han man shook his head and said: "No one knows who the reinforcements are. We happened to **** the grain and grass for the prince of Haidu Aling. The prince took his guards and took a detour to the north. After his guards were drunk, he boasted that the prince would Bringing tens of thousands of reinforcements to Bei Rong, when the time comes, the gods will descend from the sky, even if the Buddha is blessed by the gods, he will not be able to win the battle, but no one believes this."

Yaoying remained silent for a while, and slowly calmed down, leaving a soldier to deal with the rest, and instructing the soldier to treat the Han captives kindly and turn to leave.

The Royal Court was originally lacking in troops, so it had to concentrate its forces to fight against Bei Rong. If Bei Rong really invited a strong reinforcement force, then the Royal Court would have to face a coalition that had several times the number of troops.

She was afraid that the Han man was deliberately sent by Bei Rong to disturb the mind of the Wang Ting’s army. Although she was nervous in her heart, her face remained calm. As she walked, she recalled the sand table she had seen in her head. Where will Aling look for reinforcements?

Just stepping out a few steps, the Han man remembered something and raised her voice to stop her: "My son, if you can see Princess Wen Zhao, please bring a message for Princess Wen Zhao!"

Yaoying stopped.

The Han man stepped forward, glanced around, and whispered: "Please tell Princess Wen Zhao, there is a Han Chinese who is inquiring about her."

Yaoying was still thinking about reinforcements. She was a little absent-minded and didn't respond for a long time. After realizing what the man had said, her brain thumped, her body froze, and her heart throbbed violently.

She moved her lips and wanted to ask a question, but she couldn't say a complete word for a long time. The blood seemed to flow backwards all over her body, and she could even hear the sound of them dripping through the blood vessels.

In this chaotic world of war, people who can come to a place outside the territory to inquire about her without fear of risk...

It could only be Li Zhongqian.

Brother is here.

He came to take her home.

Her hunch was correct. The Han Chinese who Wakhan Khan sent troops to hunt down was probably Li Zhongqian.

Why did he go to Beirong?

Is he out of danger now?

He was anxious to save her, and became irritable and confused. If he was caught by the Bei Rong people...

The cold breeze rushed towards her face with muddy air, her eyes were hot and her nose was sour, she finally heard her trembling voice: "Who is that Han Chinese?"

The Han man shook his head and said, "I don't know who it is... I only heard that it is a Han. From the beginning, they asked Princess Wen Zhao in Beirong."

Yaoying closed her eyes.

It must be Li Zhongqian.

On the way back to the camp, Yaoying was silent, and her heart was up and down, both happy and worried.

She remembered the dream of the night before, when Li Zhongqian, dressed as a herder, ran towards her on a horse and was stabbed through her body by a long knife.

Yaoying fought a cold war.

...

Back at the camp, Yaoying sorted out the information he had received from the Han men and sent it to Bi Suo's big tent.

After reading it, Bi Suo frowned and asked, "Princess, are those Han people credible?"

Yaoying shook her head and said: "I'm not sure, these intelligence is just their side words, maybe Haidu Aling specially arranged them to confuse me and interfere with the regent's use of troops."

Bi Suo pondered for a moment: "It's possible, but if what they say is true, we have to adjust the layout as soon as possible. Wakhan Khan hides his traces, maybe we are waiting for reinforcements."

Before Tamaraga returned to the camp, he wrote a few letters so that his confidant sent the soldiers out on a quick horse.

Yaoying returned to her camp.

The soldiers gathered around and asked in a low voice, "Princess, is Langjun here?"

Yaoying whispered softly: "Perhaps it is..."

The soldiers looked at each other with surprise and joy.

Except for the few Hus who later recruited Yaoying, most of the soldiers who escorted her and her relatives were the guards selected by Li Zhongqian himself. They were naturally excited when they heard that Li Zhongqian had come here.

Yaoying's hands in her sleeves were still trembling, she drank a bowl of cold mare's milk, forced herself to calm down, and wrote a letter at the desk.

Before the letter was finished, the soldiers sent a parchment scroll: "Princess, General Jin just sent it."

Yaoying unrolled the sheepskin roll, sighed, smiled, and rushed to Bi Suo's big tent.

"Haidu Aling's reinforcements don't know if they are true or not. The reinforcements I have invited for the royal court are here."

Bi Suo remembered this and raised his eyebrows: "Are they really here?"

Before leaving the holy city, Yaoying asked Tan Moroga for instructions. Although she had few people, she was willing to contribute to the royal court. If things go well with Yuchi Dharma, she can also send troops to help. Of course they will not refuse such a good thing.

Yaoying nodded: "It's Alebe, who has arrived at Baiquan."

Bi Suo put his palms together and chuckled, frowning when he thought of something.

Yaoying smiled, "The general needn't be embarrassed. The platoon of the Royal Court's army involves secrets. After all, Ale is an outsider. They don't know where the army is and will be stationed in Baiquan."

Bi Suo breathed a sigh of relief: "It's the best, thank you Princess for your understanding. I can send a team to guide them."

Yaoying said, "Ale is suspicious. I must come out personally before he can let go of his guard. When will the general's team leave?"

Bi Suo looked at the sand table. From Baiquan to the camp, there is a scout station of the royal court. This area is distributed with large flat and wide plains and low hills. There are no deep forests and valleys, and the main army of Bei Rong will never hide here.

"You can set off in half an hour, and I will ask Mopido to **** the princess."

Half an hour later, Mobido led a team to **** Yaoying to Baiquan.

After a few screams, the wind flapped the flags, and the soldiers raised the flagpoles and followed on both sides of the team.

Mópido looked back at the flying flag under the clear sky.

This is not the royal flag.

It belongs to Princess Wen Zhao.

He looked at Li Yaoying.

Yaoying was wearing a robe with narrow sleeves, lying on the back of her horse, her posture getting more and more proficient.

Mobi smiled and turned back to concentrate on driving.

...

The name Baiquan came from a spring pool in the desert. After Ale sent the letter, he led his tribe to camp on the spot beside the spring pool. The camp was just planned, and the north was dusty, and dozens of riders rushed towards it.

The scout at the camp had already warned. Ale rode up the hill, squinted his eyes for a while, recognized the flag waving in the wind, and said: "It's Princess Wen Zhao."

The cavalry still did not relax their vigilance, bending their bows and shooting arrows, and could fire a thousand arrows at any time.

Yao Yingchi approached Yingpan and stopped.

After a while, Ale ran out of the camp on horseback and threw a fist at her: "Princess, I'm here."

Yaoying smiled back and gestured to the soldiers behind her.

The personal soldiers got off their horses, carried a few large boxes forward, and opened the lid of the box, suddenly a golden glow floated.

Ale's eyes lighted up, and he let his men carry the box, and laughed: "The princess is really refreshed."

After the greeting, he fetched a letter from his arms.

"Yang Qian's letter to the princess, he was afraid that Xinying would be intercepted by the Beirong people, so he asked me to send it over."

Yaoying thanked him, accepted the letter, rode her horse to the side, looked down at the letter.