The middle-aged man from the grassland, if he goes one step further tonight, he will go forward and take a look; Or wait for a moment longer on that bluestone street to meet Li Yihuan, perhaps, many of the stories will change. But history is often like this, a turn and miss, or a future encounter, may change the whole history.

Compared with Liao Chonghai's arrogance, Li Yihuan is much more cautious. Until he sneaked into the blind man's room, he didn't let anyone else find out. But no matter how careful Rao was, when he saw the situation in the room, he couldn't help but scold.

There is no other reason, the blind man in the room and Liao Chonghai are together, one is lying on the table and sleeping, and the other is still drinking in a big bowl. Of course, the drunk, unconscious man was the blind storyteller; And Liao Chonghai was extremely happy, bowl after bowl, and there were a lot of dishes on the table.

Li Yihuan was so angry that he overturned the wine jar in front of Liao Chonghai with one palm. The jar of wine was broken, and the blind man only snorted, and then fell asleep. But Liao Chonghai is on the rise, how can he endure Li Yihuan's actions.

"Sissy, what are you doing?" Before he finished speaking, Liao Chonghai slapped the table and stood up, glaring at Li Yihuan in front of him.

"Reckless man, you are so happy" Li Yihuan sneered, "It's a shame to see that you haven't returned for a long time, and I'm worried about your safety."

Li Yihuan mentioned Chen Xun, which made Liao Chonghai speechless for a while, but although others seemed to be rude, his mind was also very fast, and he didn't wait for Li Yihuan to accuse himself more, so he said, "Even if I am greedy for a cup first, then what's wrong with this wine, why do you behave like this." What a shame for this good meal."

Li Yihuan snorted coldly, glanced at the blind man, drew his dagger and stepped forward.

Liao Chonghai pushed the blind man to the ground, "Li Yihuan, what are you going to do?" ”

Li Yihuan took out a white cloth out of nowhere and gently wiped his dagger, "Kill him, I'm afraid it will dirty my hands." After speaking, he glanced at Liao Chonghai and turned to leave.

The poor blind man was so drunk that he had no idea that he had already walked before the ghost gate was closed. Liao Chonghai saw that Li Yihuan had left, so he picked up the big bowl on the table and wanted to drink it all, but when the bowl reached his mouth, he found that it was already empty. Looking at the surviving jars on the table, they were all empty. I had to sigh secretly, pick up the blind man and throw him on the bed.

...

In the Yuelai Inn, Li Yihuan went out to look for Liao Chonghai, and only Chen Xun and the master master Baijia scholar were left in the house. Neither of them was good at words, so the room became more and more silent.

Although Chen Xun was lying on his back on the bed, he still had trouble sleeping. Since leaving the grassland for so many days, he has never been able to sleep peacefully. When you close your eyes, you can see your comrades. Now that he survives alone, every time he thinks of the scenes of the bloody battles of those robes, his heart is like a knife.

He had to rely on memories, reminiscing about the days with his brothers in the team, to dilute the sadness and anger in his heart. But memories are temporary after all, but sadness is always there. He told himself that he had to pick himself up as soon as possible to find out the truth about the army that had gone thousands of miles into the steppe for no reason. And to cheer up is not to forget those pains, on the contrary, to hide them carefully, bury them in the deepest part of their hearts, and turn them into motivation to keep fighting.

Chen Xun thought carefully about everything before the army left, and nothing seemed to be abnormal. The Northwest Army conducts large-scale combat drills in the spring and autumn of each year. After all, an army without actual combat experience has no combat effectiveness, and it just so happens that in the past two years, there have been many new soldiers like him in the army. Therefore, although in the previous two years, most of them were pioneer battalions, but this year, the whole army was dispatched to participate, and no one felt that there was anything wrong with it.

What's more, the scale of the Northwest Army is so large, except for General Li Yannian, I am afraid that no one knows that this operation is the participation of the whole army.

It's just that I didn't expect that the "small fight" with the steppe cavalry in the past has become a showdown between the main forces of the two armies this time. What I didn't expect was that the formation of the Northwest Army was divided, and the vast grassland became the best place for the steppe cavalry to charge; Every time the steppe cavalry attacked, it took the lives of hundreds of Daxing soldiers.

Chen Xun closed his eyes and slowly calmed his state of mind. At the moment, the main thing is to find a way to get out of the city.

The white-armored scholar had been secretly thinking about how to get out of the city, and with the episode just now, things had become a little more complicated for him. Since the grassland people can do nothing after entering the customs, and openly state that everything is business as usual, it must not be too long to block the city gate, and if they are not in a hurry to go out of the city to report the news, there is no need to worry. But the previous movement made him worry about the safety of his group, and he couldn't say that after dawn, he would have to change his position.

"Xun'er, I know that you are in a hurry to get out of the city, but this matter will not be in a hurry for a while, you should rest assured, take care of your body and say" The Baijia scholar is rare and gentle, and only once or twice on Chen Xun's side. "If you leave the city, will you go back to the imperial capital with me?"

The white-armored scholar knew that Chen Xun probably wouldn't go back, but in fact, he didn't want Chen Xun to go back to Chang'an. Why? Far away from this, Chen Xun's safety can be guaranteed. If you go back to the imperial capital, you must know that those adults have their own means to find out the identity of Chen Xun's Northwest Army. At that time, the name of the Northwest Army's Dumiao will not be able to be taken off Chen Xun's head no matter what.

If the situation is better, the people from the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of War will come to ask questions every once in a while, which is acceptable; If there are ill-intentioned people who get in the way, and the words "all the Northwest Army died in battle, and only the only son of the general survived" spread, it would really be inappropriate.

Things in this world, in the final analysis, are still personal hearts. The world will probably not remember those heroic souls who died in battle for a long time, and they will probably not remember the great deeds they have done for a long time; If someone triumphs in battle, the world will probably cheer for them, and will mourn and remember those who died in battle; But if the battle is defeated and only one person in the army survives, the world will probably not think of the pain and suffering of those who survive; Of course, maybe no one will criticize it, but after a long time, such a thing, word of mouth, will eventually change some taste.

Therefore, the Baijia scholar was ostensibly asking Chen Xun if he would return to Chang'an, but in fact he reminded the young man to think more.

The young man had no intention of returning to Beijing, but at this time, the master asked him so, so he said directly, "When I get out of the city, I plan to return to the army, and then the army will come back." The affairs of the Northwest Army can't just be settled."

"Well, that's fine. It's just that when you return to the army, you still need to pay attention to one or two things about your identity."

"Master rest assured, when I joined the Northwest Army, I changed Chen Mo's name, and when the time comes, I will change it again."