Night is coming.

As the original aunt said, when it was almost time, a snowstorm hit.

The rebel camp stretched for more than ten miles, and in the wind and snow, the fire flickered and the figures swayed.

In a sparse forest about 100 steps away from the camp, Yang Shouwen and Ab Sijida wrapped their bodies in a large cloth made of white cotton, and wore wind towels on their faces, carefully observing the movement of the camp through the gaps in the trees.

Faintly, the barking of dogs could be heard from the camp.

Yang Shouwen squatted motionless in the snow, and only after about half an hour did he get up and signal Absjida to follow. The two of them marched hard in the snow and circled the camp for more than two hours. It was not until the end of the day that the two returned to the cave of Sidaogou. The weather was too cold, and as soon as he entered the cave, Yang Shouwen took off his stripes and jumped into the hot spring.

Absjida cleaned the hole and lit a bonfire at the edge of the hot springs.

It's located deep in the cave, and even if you light a fire, you can't see it clearly. He immediately jumped into the hot spring, picked up a wine bag from the ground, and handed it to Yang Shouwen. The cold wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach, Yang Shouwen let out a long breath, and the whole person felt much more comfortable. Handing the sac to Gilda, he leaned against the edge of the hot spring, closing his eyes in contemplation.

"Gilda, can you get in?"

Absjida thought for a moment and nodded yes.

With a camp of more than 10,000 people, if it is only circling outside, I am afraid it will be difficult to get close to Murong Xuanwei.

Only by mixing in can you get more accurate information. Jida was born with the face of a Turk, could not speak, and was highly skilled in martial arts. Enough for self-preservation. If only he could get into the camp. Things will get a lot easier.

And Yang Shouwen. It won't be of much use to sneak into the camp.

Most of the soldiers and horses under Murong Xuanwei came from the Jingnan Army and Yanzhou. Don't look at the fact that there is only one Juyong Pass, the difference in accent is not small. Yang Shouwen has a Changping accent, it's okay to fool ordinary people, but if you meet someone with a heart, it will be difficult to hide it. Although the refugees who have been coerced are also very mixed, if they show their feet, they will fall short.

Compared with. Jeddah's Turkic face has a natural advantage.

"After you get in, try to inquire about Murong Xuanwei's movements.

Don't be too anxious, we can wait. I'll pick you up here, and we try to meet once every two days, which shouldn't be difficult. ”

Jeddah nodded in understanding.

The bonfire burned brightly, illuminating the cave in a flickering light.

Yang Shouwen leaned on the edge of the hot spring, and also felt an inexplicable tiredness.

In the blink of an eye, almost two months have passed...... They chased all the way down from Changping. The journey was nearly 1,000 miles, but there was no news from the young lady. This made Yang Shouwen a little anxious! I don't know why. He had a feeling that he and his young mother seemed to be getting farther and farther apart.

I hope there will be a harvest.

Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen sighed softly.

He came out of the hot spring, changed into a dry **, then spread out two animal skin felt blankets, and lay down against the campfire.

Jeddah soon walked out of the hot springs as well, lying down on the other side, snoring evenly.

Yang Shouwen turned over, lying on his back to the sky, staring directly at the stone stalactites with different images on the top of the cave, and unconsciously, the innocent and moving little face of the young lady appeared in his mind. He closed his eyes and silently said in his heart: Don't be afraid, young lady, I will come to save you immediately.

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"Brother son, come and chase me."

Yang Shouwen seemed to have returned to Hugu Mountain, only to see that the mountains were full of red maples.

The young lady ran among the red maples, and Bodhi followed her, stopping from time to time, turning her head and barking at him twice, as if urging.

Yang Shouwen's mood suddenly became much happier.

He ran after the young lady and Bodhi, but gradually, he found that the distance between him and the young lady was getting farther and farther away. No matter how hard he exerts his strength, he will never be able to close the distance between the two. This also made Yang Shouwen feel flustered, and hurriedly shouted: "Young lady, run slowly." ”

But the young lady didn't seem to hear his call, and ran farther and farther.

Yang Shouwen was sweating profusely, seeing that there was only a black spot left on the back of the young lady, he hissed and shouted: "Young lady! ”

Bang dang!

Yang Shouwen accidentally kicked down the tiger swallowing gun that was placed at his feet.

He snapped his eyes open and sat up suddenly.

The ** on his body has been soaked with cold sweat, and his heartbeat is extremely fast.

I'm dreaming again! He let out a long breath and stood up, only to find that the bonfire had been extinguished, and Abu Sijida was gone.

His gun was still there, but his clothes were gone.

Yang Shouwen shuddered, and hurriedly walked out barefoot.

The sun shone through the vines at the entrance of the cave, and four horses were wandering leisurely around the entrance.

When he came to the entrance of the cave, he saw that the snow had stopped outside, and that it was dawning. The sun was in the sky, the sun was shining, and a cold wind was blowing in the face, making Yang Shouwen excited, a chilling cicada.

He suddenly remembered that he had asked Jeddah to manage to infiltrate the camp last night.

This guy is really a man of action!

Yang Shouwen returned to the cave, put on his clothes, shoes and socks, and then simply tied his long hair into a ponytail and hung it behind him. Put on a big hat and a hat. He walked to the entrance of the cave with his gun and led Dajin out. The axe is honest and will not run around if there is no Jeddah. At the same time, it will also look at the two Turkic horses, and there is no need for Yang Shouwen to bother.

Yang Shouwen rode Dajin outside the cave and left the cave in the snow.

He circled around the four ditches and shot a stupid roe deer with an iron pellet slingshot.

This should be the Mulan paddock of later generations, and after a thousand years, it will become the royal hunting ground of the Manchu emperor.

It's just that right now, it's still desolate.

He rode up a hill and looked around.

It was white, and there was not a single figure in sight...... Murong chose to have a vision, and chose this place as his stronghold.

It is conceivable that if this guy can really succeed in building a city here, he may be able to make a difference.

The northwest is the territory of the Turks.

In the northeast, it is the Songmo Governor's Mansion of the Khitan people. To the east, he can form an alliance with Zuo Rong and join forces to suppress the Xi people; In the same way, he can also cooperate with the Xi people and join forces to stop Zuorong from advancing westward. If Zuo Rong and the Xi people join forces, Murong Xuanwei can choose to ally with the Khitans, and he can also ask the Turks for help...... Here, it is really a treasure of feng shui.

Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen couldn't help frowning.

Why didn't Murong Xuanwei go directly to the Turks, but he took his subordinates to this barren mountain and mountain to set up his own door?

It stands to reason that he helped the Turks and had soldiers in his hands.

If you take refuge in the Turks, you will definitely be able to be reused, which is better than fighting the world by yourself now.

Or is he ambitious and wants to start a new business in this northern place? It's also possible, but it's unlikely.

Yang Shouwen felt that Murong Xuanwei must have his purpose when he came here.

Could it be ...... Is he still thinking about going back to the Central Plains? In my mind, the list came to mind, and the letter written in Turkic script. Although Yang Shouwen did not know the contents of the letter, he could guess where the letter came from.

It seems that this court may not be too peaceful! (To be continued......)