On a cold night, the red fire on the side of the mahogany table is thriving. On the table was a small sandalwood box, Dong Fuxiang's hand gently probed into the box, and when he spread it out again, there was an extra red agate bead in his palm. The beads were no more than the size of plums, red as the blood of a red ape, smooth as a child's skin, pinched between their fingers and looked at the firelight, churning inside, and there was obviously a world of circulation. If you haven't seen it, you'll think it's a ruby.

Jin Shun gently rubbed the crimson bead in his hand and closed his eyes. It took him a long time before he woke up and let out a sigh of relief. The person with the same painting by the window turned his face, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly: "What, are you afraid?" ”

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "When I'm old, I always dare not look back on some things. He patted his heart as he spoke, "It's going to jump here." He stared deeply at the smile of his concubine: "Ah Zhen, are you afraid?" ”

With a flush on her cheeks, Ah Zhen lowered her head, but did not reply, her expression was both expectant and frightened.

"You're afraid, too." He smiled again, and with a flick of his index finger, the red bead landed in the box.

Jin Shun looked at the fire, and there was a soft sound in the fire.

"The world is impermanent...... I can't think of Zuo Dashuai...... How could such a thing be done......"

He sighed: "More than four thousand...... This Western Regions ...... It's a really not peaceful place. ”

The man who was immersed in the memories didn't even notice that Ah Zhen's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist.

In early summer, the wildflowers on the post road have already bloomed, and the gray and black petals are bursting out of small fruits full of spirit. But the Gobi is still a dusky yellow color. It's clearer in the morning. Wait until the sun is near the zenith. The yellow sand swept up by the strong wind crushed the world, and suddenly even the carriages and horses more than a dozen paces away were blurred.

In the wind and sand, a black procession with no head or tail in sight moved along the avenue in the wilderness.

Nomads live in search of water and grass, and the migration of tribes in the wasteland is a common thing, but it is not like this.

Three or four large carts were taken side by side, and the drivers were either old people or women. And the outermost layer of the procession, galloping back and forth with brightly armored cavalry. The procession, which stretched for more than ten miles, walked quietly on the wasteland, and there was no high-pitched singing voice of a man. There was no excited laughter from children. The ranks were as silent as death, and the faces in the ranks were as cold as ice and snow.

These are 20,000 Hui people, old and weak, women and children from Shaanxi. According to the will of the imperial court, they will leave the land where their ancestors have lived for generations forever and go to a distant place in the western frontier.

There are no roads in the wasteland, people just follow the ruts and footprints left by the front team. The Hui have lived in Shaanxi for hundreds of years, and few have moved west. The ruts on the ground were only trodden by the army of the previous year's expedition to the west. However, for the forward cavalry, even these ruts could not be seen, and they were looked at. The yellow ahead is always the same. They cautiously drove their horses to the flattest places, and the heavy footsteps of more than a hundred river meandering horses. What was left behind was a hoof print.

The wind and sand made the cavalry very unsteady. There are no obvious landmarks on this wasteland, and I don't know how many wrong paths I have taken. When a gust of wind tore through the sand barrier, there was a brief cheer from the strikers.

As soon as the wind and sand subsided, the wasteland suddenly shone brightly, and this light made the general's eyes ache. He let go of the reins, rubbed his stiff hands vigorously, and reached out to straighten the wide foxskin hat that was about to cover his gaze.

This general is Xu Zhanbiao.

Xu Zhanbiao scolded viciously, just before he adapted to this bright world, and the corners of his eyes suddenly jumped.

"Ma Kai," he squinted, staring ahead, "did you see that?" ”

"What? Is it an enemy attack? The tall cavalryman, who was about to fall asleep on horseback, struck a spirit, and with a "swish" he pulled out half of his long knife.

"You're a big enemy!" Xu Zhanbiao scolded. It has been more than a year since the Western Regions were pacified, and where are the opponents of the Great Cadre Army at this time?

"Report to the general." Another cavalryman leaned over, "It's the mountain, it's the Chijian Mountain." ”

Xu Zhanbiao nodded slightly, urging the river curly horse under his crotch. The leading cavalry trampled through the vast wasteland like the wind.

Mountains indeed! The towering mountains followed the clouds, and when the clouds suddenly dispersed, the fiery red summit was revealed, still dazzling in a patch of yellow. There is a small crack in the southwest direction, and a rock in the shape of an eagle's head above it is clearly visible.

"Phew! ......" Xu Zhanbiao strangled the galloping war horse, and his eyes lit up.

"Zheng Fangjin." He beckoned to the cavalryman who had just seen the mountain, "Hurry up and return to the Chinese army to report to General Jin, and you have arrived at the Chijian Pass." ”

"Go back to the Chinese army to report to General Jin, and I've arrived at Chijian Pass." The cavalry repeated aloud and shouted, "Order." He turned around and galloped in the direction of the brigade, and the smoke and dust that rolled and rolled behind him were kicked.

"It's time to reach the Chijian Pass." Jin Shun nodded slowly, "Got it." ”

When we arrived at the mountain pass, we were about to get to the resettlement site. These teams are all old and weak women and children, and not only that, but they are also hostile old and weak women and children. A year ago, he had slain the Hui chiefs on the hills of the north, and now he was going to take them forever away from the Shaanxi-Gansu Plain, where their ancestors lived. It was a migration of a people, and people brought everything with them, including their remaining livestock, tents and baggage, and even water tanks and ancestral palindrome tablets placed in front of their homes. It took eight days to set off from the main camp, and then it was about to reach the edge of the Western Regions.

Most of Jin Shun's troops were the children of Xianghuai in the south, and they couldn't stand the cold, and marching like this on the wasteland was really more difficult than a vicious battle. Although Jin Shunzhi's army was strict, even his personal guards couldn't help but be moved by this news, and the whistles came and went.

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