Looking at the city wall outside the east gate of Hanjia, which was scorched in the flames and showed traces of mottled peeling and cracking, there was a large canopy of sparks and sparks, which were blown out of the city wall with the wind, and fell on the roofs of nearby buildings.

"Firefighting...... Go put out the fire."

Standing in the middle of the street, trying to control Uncle Zhang, who was frightened and couldn't help retreating from his mount, he almost shouted to the left and right in a hoarse voice

"Try your best to put out the fire."

"This is the accumulation of the past dynasties, and it is related to the foundation of the great cause of recovery in the future......

"Ling Gong."

An old general stopped his horse almost with his bare hands, and said with some distress

"This fire is too big to be saved......"

"And after running down repeatedly, the sons are exhausted......"

"We're still. Think of something else."

"If you can't save it, you can save it......"

Uncle Zhang looked at him categorically at this time

"At the very least, we need to prevent the fire from spreading and causing more damage."

"If you can't save some of them, even if you destroy those enemies, it won't help......

Speaking of this, Uncle Zhang also calmed down a little, looking at the last few faces under his subordinates that were reflected by the firelight, which had both expectations and anxiety.

I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart, and suddenly understood, compared to the hard work of fighting fires here, they obviously preferred the follow-up attack on the enemy, and couldn't help but sigh secretly and continued to speak:

"Also, select for me the remaining horses in the army, as well as the soldiers who still have the strength to trek......"

"No matter how many people there are, give me the first exit from Hui'anmen...... Then go around to the Dexian Gate and the Longguang Gate to standby. ”

"We have to guard against the enemy and flee by fire......"

"Immediately blow the trumpet for the warning ...... when you find the enemy's tracks"

"The rest of the people will stay with me to fight the fire......"

"No......"

After receiving this formal order to pursue the enemy, these tired generals scattered as if they had been re-energized.

Under their shouting, the soldiers who were in a state of sluggishness and helplessness seemed to have a goal and a backbone and moved again. They began to remove the planks and pillars from the nearby houses and shops, and then turned back to take the construction baskets and dustpans, shoveled and piled up the snow on the ground, and then rushed into the vicinity of the raging fire in baskets, and poured the ice and snow under the scorching heat.

Although these ice and snow were quickly melted into turbid water by high temperature and heat, there were more snowdrifts in front of them, and they also created a buffer zone to isolate the fire, because they piled up several times fast and more, so the unmelted snow wall was like a dike, intercepting the meltwater and flowing back, and slowly suppressing the extended fire.

Then, little by little, they slowly pushed inward with the snow barricades that had been piled up, reapproaching the outline of the somewhat hot city wall, and clearing a passage to enter the already smoke-filled city of Hanjia.

The smoke blown by the wind from time to time made them scarcely blind, until they found the steps and the slow path again, and stood up the slippery staircase to the top of the city, and their vision became clearer.

Everywhere there was a shocking sight. A large area of the warehouse area was shrouded in smoke and fire, and under the help of the wind, there was a fierce popping sound from time to time, or a large canopy of sparks splashed with the sound of collapse, and then it was blown up to the city, burning the robes of these soldiers.

Fortunately, they quickly put down the winch and turntable at the head of the city, and continued to pour the snow collected from outside the city, and gradually cleared a large section of the edge of the city wall.

Behind the black smoke that covered the sky, a group of people with gray faces suddenly poured out. These soldiers of the Northern Army who were helping to transport ice and snow couldn't help but be surprised, almost dropped the tools in their hands, and were about to kill them with knives and bows.

But the other party stopped and shouted loudly,

"Let's do it slowly......"

"It's my own people."

"On the other side, it's Zhang Linggong's ......"

After shouting several times, one person came out of the crowd, but his face was vaguely the previous one, it was said that Zhang Dekun, the mausoleum marquis who disappeared in the war, and although Zhang Shuye was surprised, but because of the other party's special identity, he had to let go and speak, and then he knew that the other party actually had an opportunity.

According to all the words of this mausoleum marquis, although he was unfortunately captured before, he was able to help his subordinates wholeheartedly, and concealed his identity among those captives, and was never detected by the enemy.

It was only this time that the enemy army took advantage of the idea of going away, and the supervision was relaxed. With the remaining thousands of captives, he successfully broke away from the enemy's control, and then occupied a corner of the city wall, relying on the terrain to resist endlessly, until the enemy army saw that there was nothing to do, so they began to set fire to all sides and retreated in a hurry.

Then, the survivors, picked up all kinds of tools, shoveled snow and put out the fire nearby, and after paying many sacrifices and casualties, they somewhat blocked the spread of the fire in the direction of the north wall, and finally saved some of the warehouses near the city wall.

This result and encounter made Uncle Zhang a little sighing, and he was amazed, this Zhang family is really a big chance and luck.

If all these deeds are true, then in the ruined post-war city of Los Angeles, it is also a credit and inspiring deeds worthy of special mention.

It's enough to deliberately ignore his past as a prisoner.

At this moment, suddenly a military attache in charge of the interrogation ran up to the city out of breath and shouted at Uncle Zhang

"Ouchi Express,"

"His Majesty died in the morning in the Guanlan Palace......"

"The palace envoy has already begun to stop the spirit in the Ming Hall......"

"Tell the civil and military to go to the ......"

"What does the Generalissimo say in the Generalissimo's Mansion......"

Uncle Zhang asked at night.

"The Generalissimo's Mansion has sent envoys to recruit King Hongchang and King Fenghua into it."

Zhang Shuye was surprised, although there is no male heir today, but as the funeral host chosen by the regent agent, he actually did not choose a young lord from the uncles and nephews of the Son of Heaven, but found the two kings of Hongchang and Fenghua, who are further away in blood and are adult members.

What is this trouble, he also saw the same doubt in the eyes of the mausoleum on the other side......

And in the northeast corner of the city, the creaking sound of a large area across the ice could not be concealed even by the sound of the howling north wind.

If you stand on the north head of the round wall city that is already empty, only densely packed with flags and dummies, and a dozen or so big sheep hanging upside down on the drum surface, and weakly stepping out of some kind of irregular drum beat, you can clearly see it.

The ice that originally belonged to the Cao Canal is already full of many modified skid trucks, which are slowly moving forward under the pull of various livestock with special hoof nails.

And the crowd followed the left side of the pry cart, in the bloated queue, from time to time someone slipped and was helped up. Slowly staggered into the wind, leaving only scratches and marks all over the ground.

There were also some valuables that could not be taken away, and after some distance from the city, they were sunk directly into the river along the hewn ice, so as to avoid returning to the hands of the Northern Army.

"This is a national war between two behemoths,"

I was also slowly wading on the creaking ice, feeling the cold wind blowing in my face, and the chill of the cold through the outer coat and cotton robe, and a trace of it seeping inward, I was also sighing secretly.

"If you are not careful, you will be crushed to pieces......".

Although the ice surface has been frozen by repeated snowfalls, it is still not so pleasant to walk on the hard, slippery transparent ice and feel the rustling sound of the ice rubbing and the murmuring of the water under the ice.

But I persevered, even though there was still plenty of space on the pry cart, and I just wanted to feel the same way with my soldiers.

Until they have gone far away, but many people still look back frequently with complicated expressions,

The smoke and dust from the hustle and bustle behind us, covering the sky, represents the last bit of influence and traces we left in Luodu this time, and all kinds of pasts, all of which have been turned into nothing in the flames that have been raging for more than half a day.

But I finally came out with most of the people in the slaughter, and instead of being like the other allies, under the massive resources and investment, one after another became one of the countless numbers and names that sacrificed one after another.

Therefore, although the morale of my command has not become somewhat depressed because of the wind, of course, the long return journey is another matter.

The organization and scheduling of tens of thousands of people to retreat in batches is not an easy matter, and the trivial and complicated places, as well as the endless problems and accidents that emerge one after another, almost make the army, counselors, and marquis below the Lu Wuguan almost crazy.

Because it was mixed with a large number of friendly troops and remnants of the army that had been gathered, and the time for accepting the overall management was still short, after the decision to withdraw the troops was announced, it was inevitable that there would be such and such a commotion of right and wrong.

After all, not everyone is willing to leave the well-supplied and relatively warm city, and return to the ice and snow, once again facing the unpredictable future and risks of the long journey.

For this reason, I also executed on the spot, because of the onset of personal habits, and the dozens of leaders who disobeyed orders or delayed orders, ensured that the whole process was like a gear that had not been lubricated enough, stumbling and forcing it to run.

Because there was not so much time for the army to be organized and trained, among the stragglers who had been gathered, there were many small groups in the army that still retained their old habits and styles, so that the mobilization was not so smooth.

Now that I've come to this point, I don't have time to play with them about internal friction and transformation. It's just that these large and small groups, which still have their own selfishness and thoughts, or who are difficult to return, are gathered together to ration some of the basic baggage needs, and they are directly left behind the back of the team to do their own thing.

Then, relying on the overall speed advantage of the formation, gradually distance themselves from it, and if they can't keep up, then they have to fend for themselves in the ice and snow. It doesn't matter if you just turn back to the city in ashes.

All I need is my forbidden subordinates and friendly forces who are willing to cooperate with each other, and the rest of me will do whatever they like. I can pay the resources of the army in exchange for the prisoners while I still have the strength to spare; Naturally, for the sake of the overall situation, we can also abandon some unstable factors and hidden dangers that may pull back.

After all, I came to the Northland to fight and kill people to win military merits and spoils, and I didn't come specifically to clean up the aftermath for others or to do battlefield charity activities.

Therefore, on the many sleds and carts, in addition to the baggage and equipment required for the return trip, there are all kinds of wounded who are not good at walking, according to me, as long as the performance is excellent and obeys the order, even if it is a seriously injured person with limited mobility, I will find a way to bring out the danger, this is a basic attitude and style, and it has the effect of boosting morale to some extent.

With that in mind, I looked again at a certain ice sled pulled by Red Tiger XIII.

Because the grizzly panda VIII, who was riding before, was frightened when he set fire to retreat, ran into the fire with a saddle and never came back, so he could only replace it with the thirteenth-generation red tiger in front of him.

On the ice sled, there was an unexpected addition to the head obtained during the exchange of captured officers, and a sample representing some sincerity was specially sent from Zhang Dekun's big insider's villa. One big and one small, two figures covered in cloaks.