The messenger's words almost made Boss Wang Ao angry half to death, and he sat on the official chair with a black head for a while, and couldn't slow down for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When will it be the turn of a god stick who pretends to be a ghost to meddle in military and political affairs, and who does he think he is? A Taoist priest is not good at cultivation, and he comes to participate in military affairs, what kind of system does he become?

What's more, as a member of the imperial court, a former secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and now a feudal official, he was threatened by a magic stick!

"Dunhuang is in an emergency, and the official also feels that it is better to send troops immediately, otherwise waiting for the approval of the imperial court, or even waiting for the imperial court to mobilize reinforcements from the mainland, Dunhuang may have long since ceased to be the territory of the Ming Dynasty. We are the officials of the imperial court, and we have the responsibility to defend the land, so easily abandon it, what face will we face in the future to face the court and the people of the world? The governor of Shaanxi finally spoke, but he agreed to send troops, but he almost didn't let the officials on both sides turn their eyes out, especially the officials of the Shaanxi family, who were even more dumbfounded.

The officials of Shaanxi looked at each other and almost fainted-My lord, you didn't arrange it that way before you came!

Well, the two governors reached an agreement and agreed to send troops to rescue Dunhuang, although Wang Lao felt that things were strange, but the matter had come to this point, even if he was extremely unwilling, he could no longer shirk it.

What's more, if you really see the fall of Dunhuang and the loss of land, not to mention that King Su was born as a vassal king, he will definitely go to the court to file a complaint. Even if the national teacher ran back to Chang'an, under the criticism, he would not have any good fruits to eat after returning to Beijing. What's more, at that time, the responsibility of losing the land and abandoning the people could not allow him to retreat with his whole body.

The top governors of the two provinces agreed, and the governor relented, so sending troops to Dunhuang became an ironclad matter. Now the things discussed in the lobby are how to transfer troops, where to transfer troops, who is in command, and how to distribute military salaries, grain and grass between the two provinces?

Inevitably, it's another big battle between you and me!

The military and political affairs of the Ming Dynasty are indeed not suitable for interference. Otherwise, you must not become a thorn in the side of the civilian clique, a thorn in the flesh! It's just that the dust far away in Dunhuang really can't stand it, and now Dunhuang is in danger, and the beacon is in flames. A bunch of officials there are still busy arguing and shirking responsibility. Where did this place the tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Dunhuang City?

The discipline of officials, you never expect to be high. Not to mention a group of bureaucrats under the feudal dynasty.

If it weren't for the fact that Lichen and the governor of Shaanxi had a relationship, I don't know how long this controversy would last!

Locusts flew like rain on the city wall of Dunhuang, and the sound of killing died. Soldiers under the city walls were like ants, swarming up.

There are many people in Turpan, and the city of Dunhuang is united, and there are walls to follow. If there is not enough wood, the beams will be removed, and if the masonry is not enough, there will be a courtyard wall. Almost every family in Dunhuang City is out of the house, and women and elderly people transport all kinds of city defense equipment, while taking care of the wounded, cooking and cooking.

Dunhuang City has no way to retreat, once the city is broken, the whole city will be destroyed. The army outside the city knows it, and so do the soldiers and civilians inside the city.

There is never mercy and forgiveness in the desert, the winner takes everything, and the loser only becomes a slave or dies.

The ditches were filled in, and the walls were riddled with holes. The rammed earth and blue brick walls were covered with black bloodstains, and under the walls were corpses strewn with ramparts. If it weren't for the cold winter, a pandemic would have killed both parties.

Outside the city walls, the Turpan army suffered huge casualties and poor supplies. The Ming cavalry in the desert is like a ghost, threatening their logistical supply lines at all times. It is not easy to transport grain for thousands of miles, not to mention that you have to pass through the vast desert and the Gobi Desert. Not to mention the small Turpan Khanate, I can't stand it if I change it to the Ming Dynasty. The envoys of the lord from the rear urged the onslaught more than once. But Bagar had a word of suffering.

Within the city wall, every family is clothed with linen, and every household wears filial piety. A war has planted undying hatred deep into both races.

The prefect of Dunhuang has come down these days, and he is obviously haggard. The eye sockets are deep, and I can't sleep all night. Whenever you wake up from a nightmare, you must go to the city wall and walk around the city wall in person, and only when you see that the city wall is safe and sound can you sleep peacefully again.

"Taiyi is immeasurably saving the suffering Tianzun! Those barbarians are not afraid of death, and after besieging the city for so many days, the attack has not weakened at all! Xuan Xuzi was sitting in the grass house of the Taoist temple, and sighed with a cup of tea and a pot of incense.

"Fellow Daoists, don't underestimate the fanaticism of these Celestial Cultists! Their hearts are stronger than we think. With the faith of the gods, they are not afraid of death. Lichen replied indifferently.

"I'm afraid Dunhuang won't last long!" Xuan Xuzi sighed.

Lichen's eyebrows moved and he sighed deeply.

It was not that General Su Lao did not try to attack the supply lines of the Turpan State. He was even more interested in attacking the grain and grass of the Turpan army. But with little success. The army of the Turpan Kingdom was supported by a large group of celestial believers outside the city, and did not rely much on the supplies of the Turpan Kingdom. And the attack on the military supply area, but only harvested hundreds of dead and wounded, but not even the edge. The army in Turpan had apparently dealt with the army outside.

"It seems that Poor Dao is going to the Snow Mountain!" Lichen said suddenly. But my heart is always not so willing.

"It's long overdue!" Xuan Xuozi didn't have the obsession on the other side of the dust, but looked at it more openly and said: "The Western Regions are too big, and Daoyou are too greedy!" ”

The most convenient way for the Ming Shaanxi Marching Division to send reinforcements is the Northwest Seven Guards. But it was an armed Mongol who was a devout Tibetan Buddhist. The military orders of the Ming Dynasty were not easy to use. However, if you can ask the living Buddha of the snowy plateau to speak, you can let the group of Mongols send troops to help in time.

It's just that in this way, the group of lamas on the snowy plateau are indebted, and the Daomen of the Western Regions may not be able to monopolize it!

"Daoist friends go early and return early, Mingsha Mountain has a poor road to watch, foolproof. Fellow Daoists, rest assured." Xuan Xuzi waved his hand.

Of course, Mingsha Mountain is also a thorn in the side of the Turpan Heavenly God Sect, and it is a thorn in the flesh. An army of several thousand swept in with more fanatical believers. But before he stepped half a step into Mingsha Mountain, the road was obscured by a large protruding thick fog. Of course, the generals who led the team refused to rest, and sent a few groups of men and horses, but as soon as they entered the fog, they were as deep as the sea, and soon there was no news, and the thick white fog was like a man-eating monster, which not only did not disperse all day long, but also discouraged the god-worshippers who were furious.

After a few attempts, the army and the fanatical believers at the foot of the mountain quieted down a little. He stationed at the foot of Mingsha Mountain, watched the situation every day, prayed in the morning and evening, and firmly guarded all the roads down the mountain.

Xuan Xuozi and Lichen didn't care, as long as they didn't try to go up the mountain. These thousands of people are nothing to worry about. As long as the siege of Dunhuang is lifted, the army under the mountain will naturally have to retreat obediently.

The mountain stream is clear and the water is murmuring. Just as Lichen was about to go to the snowy plateau, the cloud fox also floated in the water for several days.

Drift from the creek to the river, and from the creek to the river. The cloud fox never woke up, and it never sank. It is as if there is an invisible force pushing it, never stopping, and never landing on the shore. Even the river boats that came and went did not find the discordant "floating corpse" in the river.

That's how strange it is. If there is no one to arrange, it is not convincing.

"Dad, look, look, what's floating in the river?" A little kid was standing on the bank of the river, and suddenly he grabbed his father's hand and screamed.

"What else could there be in the river besides boats, that is, water?" The father muttered, not paying much attention to his son's yelling.

"No, no, it's something floating in the river. It's still white. The child remembered pulling his father to turn around and pointing to the river not far away.

In the midst of the sparkling waves, a white mass rises and falls, as big as a puppy but not as unsinkable as water, which is indeed strange.

"Maybe it's a dead cat and a dead dog thrown out there, it's really unlucky!" The father asserted disapprovingly, and despite the child's strong curiosity and dissatisfaction with his father's behavior, he dragged the child away, who refused to leave.

Fate is sometimes really wonderful, some people send it to the front and turn a blind eye, and some people find it but pass by. Until the bamboo raft floated in, a girl wearing a Miao village costume also found something different in the river, and immediately jumped up to drink the order closer, the young man on the bamboo raft could not resist the order of his sweetheart, and propped the bamboo raft to the side of the cloud fox.

"Wow! Is it a white fox all the time? It's rare. The girl from Miao Village was pleasantly surprised to scoop the cloud fox out of the water, and the cry like a silver bell attracted the attention of everyone on the bamboo raft.

"Still alive!" The girl jumped up for joy because she noticed the slightly undulating chest and abdomen of the cloud fox. Immediately, he didn't care that the cloud fox was still covered in water, so he hugged the cloud fox into his arms.

The fox is so beautiful, with snow-white fluff and a big tail. Let the girl fall in love with it all of a sudden.

"This fox seems to have been injured by something, and its fur is very damaged. Otherwise, this fox would be worth a lot of money! A young man came over and looked at the fox in the girl's hand, and said something very inappropriately. Immediately provoked the girl's anger.

"This is Ayido's friend, who said he was going to sell it!" The girl raised her eyebrows and wanted to kick the guy in front of her into the water.

"The fox must have been injured before it fell into the river." An old man walked over, looked at the fox in the girl's hand and said, "It is very badly injured, and I don't know if it can survive, and it has been soaking in the water for so long." Are you sure you want to take it back to the stockade? ”

The girl didn't care so much, took out a few towels from the bamboo basket on the bamboo raft, carefully dried the water on the cloud fox, wrapped it in a big cotton cloth, and held it in her arms and never let go.

The bamboo raft was traded in the Han market in the Miao village in the mountains, and now that the mountain goods have been sold, it is natural to rush back to the cottage with the goods. And this trip was not just a bamboo raft, but also a lot of them. They are loaded with all kinds of goods and are ready to be transported back to the cottage.

"Daddy, Daddy. What do you see I picked up in the river? As soon as Ayido returned to the cottage, he immediately ran to find his father with the fox in his arms, the head of dozens of cottages in the vicinity.

"White fox, where did you come from?" Ayido's father was stunned and asked very strangely.

"Picked it up in the river, Daddy, didn't you listen to me?" Ayido said unhappily. But his head flicked towards his father, exactly the same as when he was a child.

"Hehe, I heard it, I heard it." Although Ayido's father is a dignified leader on the outside, he has always had little to do in front of his daughter. With a smile, he lifted his daughter's little head and knocked it out, "Then you are going to raise it yourself?" ”

"Well, look how beautiful it is! In the future, I will be lonely with it. Ayido said with a crooked smile.

"Then why don't you take her to the Janga (witch doctor) for healing? I don't know if this little guy will survive. But this leather can be exchanged for a lot of things. "Ayido's father is also obviously a rough guy.

As soon as Ayido heard this, he stopped doing it and shouted: "Daddy, you are also bad!" After saying that, he ran away without a trace.

Since ancient times, the witch doctors in Miao Village have not been separated, and Jiang Ga is not only the wizard of Miao Village, but also the doctor of Miao Village. As the most skilled Miao Lao Si Xiong Qi in Miao Village, he likes Ayiduo, an innocent and lovely little girl, and when he saw Ayiduo running from afar, he put down the herbs in his hand and smiled: "What kind of wind is blowing our Princess Ayiduo today?" ”

Xiong Mixiong Laosi has Han Chinese blood and has a lot of dealings with Han people. Unconsciously influenced by the Han people, I always like to call Ayiduo a little princess, one is joking, and the other is that Ayiduo is the daughter of all the people in the nearby cottage after all, and she is the favorite daughter.

Ayiduo pursed his lips indifferently, ran to Xiong Mi, and after opening the cloth bag, he asked very carefully: "Old Grandpa, can you cure this fox?" “

Xiong Qi was taken aback. A snow-white fox is not so easy to see. I have lived in this mountain for decades, and I have seen a lot of all kinds of miscellaneous foxes, when have I ever seen such a big pure white fox!

And faintly, Xiong Laosi always felt that the fox in front of him was not so simple. A fox in a coma actually made him feel dangerous!

Xiong Mi was stunned for a long time and didn't speak, but Ayiduo didn't follow, and immediately pulled the corner of Xiong Mi's clothes coquettishly and said, "Grandpa Si, can you save it, can you save it!" “

Xiong Qi was pulled back to her senses, looked at the coquettish little girl in front of her and said angrily: "I can save it, I can save it!" But where did you pick up this white fox? ”

The night was like water, and Ayiduo returned to his bamboo building with the cloud fox coated with herbs and wrapped like a zongzi. Looking at the little fox whose whole body was covered with strips of cloth, and only the big furry tail that had been exposed, he laughed out loud with a poof.

For some reason, she always felt that she had a special affection for this fox, perhaps because she had fished it out of the river with her own hands!

But why does Grandpa Si always look at this fox with a strange gaze! There won't be any problems, right?

Late at night, Ayido slept on the bamboo building with the sleeping fox. A wisp of moonlight shone into the small building through the small window, and the moonlight was like water, sprinkled on the zongzi-like cloud fox, and the cloud fox seemed to dissolve into the moonlight. Like a dream, false and true, the cloud fox's tail moved slightly. The strips of cloth on his body made a "click" tearing sound. (To be continued.) )