"If the military department wants to withdraw its troops and return to the DPRK, then the unguarded Yutian Pass is just an ornament, and the iron cavalry of the Qiang people will be unimpeded all the way, and they will be able to kill here in two or three days." The old village chief's face was anxious, and he walked around on crutches.

"This prince is really stupid, it seems that Daxing is not far from the country." Xu Jingyang straightened his sleeves and didn't speak, and then looked into the distance with lonely eyes, as if he recalled something sad.

"Grandpa the village chief, let's escape, Yue'er is scared." Haoyue shrank in A-Niang's arms and said softly.

Anyway, sooner or later, she will have to escape, and the disaster in northern Henan will only get worse and worse, and she is still thinking about how to persuade the villagers to leave here all the way, and now she just has a better reason.

There is a saying in northern Henan: things are expensive when they leave their hometowns, and people are cheap when they leave their hometowns.

It is not easy to get villagers away from the land where they have thrived for generations, unless there is a compelling reason.

The old village chief was already in tears when he looked up again, and he didn't believe that Daxing would abandon his territory and people.

"Village chief, we can't hesitate any longer, without further ado, the Qiang people's iron cavalry will be killed in two or three days, and then we will all become the souls of the iron cavalry." The second brother was also so anxious that he scratched his head.

The old village chief waved his hand, motioned for everyone to get out of the way, and then drew a rough map of Xingguo with his crutches.

Daxing starts from Longzhong in the west, reaches the Mudanjiang River in the east, connects Inner Mongolia in the north, leads to Guangyue in the south, is close to the sea in the east and south, and has deserts and grasslands in the north.

The old village chief: "In ancient times, when people fled, they generally chose to go north to Shaanxi and Gansu, rather than to go south to Guilin, because Guilin has many hilly and mountainous areas, and the road is difficult to go to Shaanxi and Gansu in the north. ”

After the old village chief finished speaking, he added: "It takes more than ten days to travel from us to Shaantong Pass, and the grain in our hands now is just enough to last to Shaantong Pass." ”

The villagers nodded: "Okay, then we will immediately pack up our things and go north immediately!" ”

"Slow! I disagree. Xu Jingyang put his hands behind his back and frowned.

In Daxingguo, the emperor is generally lonely and widowed, so Xu Jingyang calls himself me, and others don't think it's any different, and they think it's a strange mouthpiece.

"We can't get to Shaantong Pass, the purpose of Daxing is to let us drag the Qiang people's iron cavalry with flesh and blood, even if we get to Shaantong Pass, the soldiers guarding the city will not put us in, because they are afraid that there will be Qiang spies mixed in, Shaantong Pass is the economic artery of the north and south, the geographical location is quite important, and we will not let these victims enter the pass."

Haoyue nodded as she listened, this kind of thing has indeed happened in history, and Daddy is not unreasonable.

At the end, Haoyue secretly glanced at Daddy with a serious face, thinking to herself, Daddy's country wouldn't be like this.

Xu Jingyang pointed to the northernmost part of the map and said: "So I suggest that we go all the way north to Inner Mongolia, I heard that Daxing has been friendly with Hudi in recent years, we can pretend to be foreign merchants and take the opportunity to enter the customs from Inner Mongolia." ”

As soon as this remark came out, the villagers looked at each other, they actually preferred the old village chief's way of speaking, because in ancient times, there were indeed people who fled to Shaanxi and Gansu, and lived well there, as for Inner Mongolia, which is a desert and grassland, the people don't know anything about it, and the food in their hands is not enough to support Inner Mongolia.

Seeing that the villagers were hesitant and didn't believe themselves, Xu Jingyang shook his sleeves and snorted coldly: "That's all I say", and stopped answering with a straight face after speaking.

In the eyes of the villagers, the old village chief is the most respectable, and he doesn't know a single big word for a carpenter, so what is he.