This area is now the territory of the Brown Army, including eleven large and small cities, townships, counties, and suburbs.

Passing through several towns and cities, Yan Saburo was careful and found that there were sincere smiles on the faces of the civilians. The Brown Army has only been in existence for half a year, and the rules and regulations are incomplete, and now the peasants on their territory do not have to pay taxes for the time being.

Such a scene was too rare for Yan Saburo, and it was very different from his previous understanding.

He often pondered in his heart, and asked Chitose in private: "Fighting the war burns the most money, and the Brown Army does not collect land taxes, where does the money come from?"

"How did you come here?" Chitose laughed, "Don't you remember that the rich families in Wutong Town were slaughtered as fat pigs? Do you think they are really 'unkind to the rich'? From small to big, what the Brown Army spends and uses is all these people's money." ”

Yan Saburo was silent in thought.

Qu Yunhe also said: "These businessmen and wealthy families are not necessarily unscrupulous, and some of them are also legal businesses to accumulate wealth. However, everyone has a hatred of the rich, and there are probably not a few who are usually jealous of them. Every time the brown army conquered a place, it couldn't help but say that they would pull out the local big families and rich people to raid their homes, and use their money to expand their armaments and curry favor with the people. In this way, it will surely be applauded and supported by the people. ”

Yan Saburo frowned: "Can't it be permanent?"

"Hey, silly boy. Qu Yunhe was funny, "When you are fighting, you only care about winning, who will think about what will happen in the future?"

There is also a benefit that the three of them did not expect: everywhere she goes, she can always try to get a lot of information.

At this time, the news of the Southeast Front also came:

Han Zhao, Marquis of Zhenbei, led his army to win three consecutive battles, defeated the two generals of Youguo, and the battle line advanced forty miles again!

Hearing the news, Qu Yunhe also admired: "Turning the tide, this Zhenbei Marquis is really amazing." "After the Wei general Qian Ding was killed, the Wei soldiers were in a slump for a while, and Han Zhao migrated from the north and turned the tide of the war abruptly.

When He Xiaoyuan heard the news, his face turned dark.

A large area of mountainous areas east of Suo Luo City was beaten down by Han Zhao, so Wei Guo not only recovered the decline after Qian Ding's death, but also pushed the battle line to the hinterland of Youguo!

The terrain in the central and eastern part of the country was much flatter, and there were fewer moats that could be defended, making it more and more difficult to stop Han Zhao's footsteps. The more He Xiaoyuan understood Han Zhao's ability, the more worried he became about the motherland.

Fortunately, there is the next news to be relieved:

The two grain convoys sent to the front by Weiting were both cut off by the rebels.

When He Xiaoyuan heard the news, he was in a tavern. She slapped the cabinet heavily and was overjoyed: "Good, well done!"

The person in charge of delivering the news was the tavern keeper. He looked at the surprised gazes cast from all around, and smiled bitterly: "Grandma, you are quieter!"

He Xiaoyuan's mood was very comfortable, and when she heard this, she really lowered her volume: "How much did you intercept?"

"Anyway, it's enough for us to use until early summer. ”

The plains and hills under Fenglai Mountain were originally grain-producing areas, and there were some savings, and counting the grain and grass intercepted, it would not be a problem for the Brown Army to support until early summer. He Xiaoyuan patted his chest and let out a long breath.

No matter how Han Zhao commands the army of Rushen and Han Zhao to fight, how can he have the strength to fight if he can't eat enough food?

It's early spring, the frozen ground has not yet melted, and there is no food left in the nearby city. Once the supply is cut off, what will the tens of thousands of guards and soldiers do to coax their bellies?

If you don't have enough to eat, you won't have enough strength.

Yan Saburo looked at her smiling appearance and couldn't help but shake his head. She and Han Zhao have been in the same door for many years, and she still has a good impression of others, but now she is committed to adding blockages to others. He asked He Xiaoyuan a question: "If Han Houye is starving and seriously injured on the front line, how do you feel?"

"Hungry for him?" He Xiaoyuan snorted, "He's the boss." Even if others don't eat it, can he still have it?" As for the latter question, she chose to ignore it.

On this day, the three of them finally walked out of the boundary of Fenglai Mountain, and in the next two days, the three of them climbed several low hills, and finally arrived at the northernmost boundary of the territory of the Brown Army.

Luhua City.

From here to the north, there is a vast land under the control of the Weting.

Therefore, Luhua City is also the bridgehead of the Brown Army against the Wang Ting Army, which relies on the Fenglai Mountain in the rear and closely resists the footsteps of the Wang Ting's attack on the Brown Army's camp.

Its importance to both sides of the confrontation cannot be overstated.

After walking in the wild for many days, the three of them had to go into the city to rest and replenish their provisions.

"Across the front line and further north are military towns, all controlled by the imperial army, you can't get in, you have to walk another thirty miles to reach the civilian settlements. "He Xiaoyuan also wants to inquire about the news from the front line.

The weather hasn't warmed up yet, and it's hard to eat and sleep outside. It doesn't matter if Yan Saburo and Qu Yunhe are strong and strong, but the silver silk charcoal for cats is short. Although this breed of cat has changed its thick fur in autumn, it is actually average in its ability to withstand the cold, and if it is outdoors for a long time, it will be a little shivering without a heated hand stove.

There were also two snowstorms on the road, and Yan Saburo had to wrap it in his arms and walk.

He Xiaoyuan was stunned when he saw it: "This cat is your life?"

Yan Saburo replied honestly: "Yes." ”

The wind was cold and covered with snowflakes. He wrapped the cat tightly with a felt blanket, and then reached out and wiped a handful of floating snow from his face: "Come into the city." ”

Due to the strategic location being too important, Luhua City strictly controls entry and exit. The eyes of the city guards look at people like the visitors outside, all of them are spies.

In fact, Weitin's spies did sharpen their heads and wanted to drill into the city. Once the brown army identified it, they were executed on the spot without saying a word, and then hung their heads on the north gate and showed them to the king's army.

It's also a shame that Yan Saburo came with He Xiaoyuan, otherwise it would have to be a lot of trouble to enter the city.

The first thing after clearing the customs, Yan Saburo first found the biggest and best inn in the city and asked for three upper rooms. The best inn on the front line, the price is amazingly high, but this little money is not blinking an eyelid for Yan Saburo. He Xiaoyuan also knew that he was rich, and he did not refuse.

She walked into Yan Saburo's room, and Qu Yunhe immediately followed suit.

After closing the door, He Xiaoyuan said softly: "I will stop here, and the two of you will go further north." Let's go our separate ways here. ”

She came to Luhua City to do business, but Yan Saburo's destination was in Shengyi, and it was indeed time to say goodbye.

Yan Saburo nodded: "Okay, thank you." ”

The cat jumped out of the book box and wandered around.

He Xiaoyuan smiled. During this time, she found that this little boy Yan was calm to the point of being cold-hearted and cold-hearted, which was really different from other little teenagers.

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