The morning light was faint, the earth was scorched, the smoke of the refugee camps was full of, and the sudden rain of arrows in the middle of the night and the fire ignited by the sparks were almost extinguished.

The rotting bird that fell out of nowhere fluttered from one corpse to another, devouring and tearing.

Not far from them, Yuan Mouliang leaned on a charred tree trunk, took the water handed by Xu Buyan, and poured it into his body without any scruples.

Xu Buyan's face was tired, and he was messy after the war.

Hou San'er led a wave of refugees in the city to scatter around the camps, carefully rummaging for survivors or useful objects, and classifying the bodies of refugees whose identities could still be identified into a large pit and burying them.

"There are a lot of deaths, and you know a lot of them." Yuan Mouliang wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and looked at the refugees in the distance who were busy and looked sad.

"I know all the officers you brought. Many of them are old acquaintances, and there are also many fortune tellers in front of my stall. Xu Buyan half-squatted, raised his hand and closed his eyes on a dead corpse, "His name is Mao Si'er, thirty-two years old, his son is nine years old, and his wife is the daughter of a small businessman." When I was married, I said that they were old and white, and Mao Sier was not happy, and felt that living too long was a kind of torture, and it was better to live to be sixty and die in the sea. ”

"Why......" Yuan Mouliang asked.

"Huh?"

"If you live to be sixty, you will die in the sea." Yuan Mouliang licked his lips, and looked at this man named Mao Si'er, he led them for more than a day, and his name and appearance did not match, and he didn't even know the names of some of the errand soldiers, and his appearance was not clear.

"It's too common for people to die in the Plains of Battles, and after forty years of Song Guochengping, after all, a war is inevitable. Many people are confused by these forty years, thinking that the Song State has been so peaceful since the founding of the country, and they forget that forty-five years ago, the Song State lost the standing power because of the war, in exchange for the bending of money. Mao Si'er, I haven't forgotten. He's actually scared of death. Xu Buyan beckoned, and several refugees rushed over, and according to his instructions, they ripped off Mao Si'er's errand uniform, and then carried Mao Si'er's body to Lin'an City.

"There are a lot of scavenging teams in Fang Wuyuan, and Song Guo doesn't have a bad one." Yuan Mouliang barely straightened his waist, but his whole body was torn by the wound on his waist and abdomen, so he had to still lean on the trunk.

"The doctor will come later, bandage you, prepare a few horses, and you can take the rest of the people back to Lin'an City to report the news." Maybe you can also catch up with the magnificent moment when the city of Lin'an City was broken. Xu Buyan stood up, looked at Yuan Mouliang, whose face was actually pale, and said.

"No thanks? Lao Tzu was ordered to quell the rebellion, and inexplicably fought with the invading coalition army and blocked a knife for you, which is really wronged. Yuan Mou Liang complained.

"I am serving orthodoxy, if His Royal Highness is alive and can be reinstated, Zhao Yi will be the next King of Song. The wild seed you worship doesn't know where it came from, let me thank you? Are you being shot in the night? Xu Buyan didn't mean to be polite at all.

"Lao Tzu never meant to respect the King of Song, no matter which one is the King of Song, give Lao Tzu soldiers, Lao Tzu will recognize whom, Lao Tzu is from the [Tiance Army], no matter which ball rolls on it." Yuan Mou sneered at his nostrils, tilted his head and poured the water in the kettle, the cold water accompanied by the chill in the air made his body tremble, and the whole person was more energetic.

"Whatever. The envoys of the Jun Empire and the Jin Empire are now in Hang'an Mansion, and this alone can see the aspirations of the people. Xu Buyan pointed to the old and young side by side at the head of the city.

"Words are not speculative, more than half a sentence. You respect your orthodoxy, and Lao Tzu leads his own soldiers. But there is something that Lao Tzu wants to tell you, the two empires are not good birds, how do you think the [Tiance Army] killed and injured more than 20,000 people in Fangwuyuan, and it was not that the prime minister of Beijin was busy with infighting. Heh......" Yuan Mou cooled his mouth, exhaled, looked at the scene around him, and couldn't help but say again, "If you don't return to the killing god, it may really be possible to sweep the square Wuyuan, like that...... There may be many people who can live with peace of mind and don't have to worry about not living to the age of 60. ”

"Without armament, any stability is nonsense." Xu Buyan heard the sound of horses' hooves and stopped on the side, turned around and walked towards the dismounted people.

"Hey...... Destruction and establishment can be done with a horse's buttocks, but governance and reconstruction can only be done slowly and carefully. "Yuan Mouliang once participated in the construction of Taoyuan Village within the [Tiance Army], and he knows the difficulty between chaos and governance, which can be called the difference between the chasm.

"If there is no chaos, there will be no cure." Xu Buyan paused and listened to Yuan Mouliang's words, and opened his mouth to respond.

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"When the Ten Confederations arrived at the Song Realm, they could certainly defeat all the regular armies of the Song State with their forces...... It's not a regular army, it's all dead fat people, and there can be a few who can fight. However, the way to clean up the country is to feed the war with war, and the territory is vast, but it is difficult to govern, let alone a stable environment to promote the development of commerce. Several other princes almost applied the same pattern. Under the rule of the Song king, the people of the Song State had become accustomed to stability. After the invasion of the princes, they will not be able to withstand the control of the princes such as washing. At that time, as long as someone ascends to the top and shouts, it will surely respond like a cloud. Bai Youcheng grabbed Mo Yun's arm and looked excited, "Mo Ranger, who else can have such prestige except you, the great hero who killed His Highness ex, who else?" You are not the benefactor of Song Guo, who can be. With your reputation, coupled with the Bai family's financial resources, and ......" Bai Youcheng leaned in front of Mo Yun'er and whispered, "A large number of retired soldiers who were forcibly repulsed by Hong Xuchou, as well as those displaced refugees who were scattered among other princes, do you think they are unwilling to return to the land of the Song Kingdom to live and work in peace and contentment?" ”

When Mo Yun heard that Bai Youcheng praised his identity as a ranger to the point where he could replace the prestige of the Song royal family and order the Song State to train the people, he felt that this guy was either fooling himself, or he was really sick in his brain.

However, Bai Youcheng's last words about retired soldiers made Mo Yun further sure that Bai Youcheng just wanted to trick himself into his ship, and it was not him Mo Yun who was at the helm, but Bai Youcheng himself.

Mo Yun remembered that after the end of the "Song Detention Discussion", the previous general who had a conversation with Hong Xuchou was "Xin Qi Disease".

That person's spirit belongs to the soldiers, and the Song army formed by people of that quality may really be able to turn defeat into victory...... Right?