The rain is murmuring outside the window, and the pen and ink are hearty indoors!

Chen Sanlang was splashing ink and writing, and after writing this one, he put down his pen, walked over there to wash his hands, dried them with a dry towel, and sat down at the table again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The case is quite chaotic, with layers of paper, among which there is intelligence information that has been transmitted back in recent days, and there are descriptions of the battle situation in the capital.

There is a convention of exaggeration in battlefield figures. For example, in the former Qinwang coalition army, Li Hengwei was known as "300,000", for example, Yuan Wenchang's troops went out of Yangzhou, known as "500,000", and for example, 100,000 Liangzhou iron cavalry...... And so on, the actual numbers are certainly not that much.

But it has to be said that bigger numbers are more deterrent and more scary.

At present, these have little impact on Laoshan, and the figures provided are only for reference and evaluation. Besides, thousands of miles away, the information transmitted back will be greatly discounted regardless of timeliness or authenticity. It's still the world in the dream, a thousand miles in an instant, flying away......

Could it be that is the real fairy world?

Chen Sanlang laughed at the sneer, gathered his scattered thoughts, and returned to the current reality.

Autumn is deep and winter is coming. In the far north, I am afraid that in another month or two, it will snow, and the cold climate will definitely have a great impact on the battle situation, from a certain point of view, the timing of Yuan Wenchang's army may not be as good as he expected. With his preparatory work, he must have known that it would not be so easy to break through before attacking Wuling Pass.

If you can, it is the best choice to send troops in the spring next year.

It's just that he doesn't have much of a choice. Wait any longer, Li Hengwei's army has already swept away Yongzhou and Manzhou, and smoothly returned to the DPRK.

In that case, Yuan Wenchang will lose even more.

After thinking about it, Chen Sanlang opened the door and went out and entered the public house where Zhou Fencao was.

"Childe!"

Zhou Fencao and Guo Chu were doing things, and when they saw him coming, they hurriedly got up to salute.

Although the etiquette is cumbersome, it cannot be abolished, and if it is rude, it is fearless, and if it is fearless, it is chaotic.

Chen Sanlang sat down and said: "Winter is coming, according to the current situation in Yongzhou, there must be countless refugees, wandering around, you must be prepared." ”

Zhou Fencao and Cao both had a cold in their hearts, if Yuan Wenchang did not rebel, Shi Pojun would have completely lost his foothold, and it was likely that he would retreat and run back to his hometown Manzhou, and he would not be able to make waves again. But now the development of the situation has turned to another road, Shi Pojun beheaded Jiang Zhen, relieved his breath, and stayed in Yongzhou and did not leave. In the way of a barbarian army, they will definitely attack everywhere, plunder all kinds of supplies, and capture strong men.

When the people can't survive anymore, there is only one way to escape.

And now in the entire territory of Yongzhou, perhaps only Laoshan Mansion is still stable and has food, it is conceivable that the target of countless refugees will be here.

At that time, the pressure on Laoshan Mansion is unimaginable.

Zhou Fencao inexplicably remembered the Yongzhou refugee entry in Jing County, that time fortunately, there was Chen Sanlang, and now the son is still there, promoted from the county seat to the capital city, the operable space is larger and more autonomous, so he is naturally not afraid.

I heard Chen Sanlang say: "There are refugees coming, in fact, it is not an opportunity. We still have a lot of fields left uncultivated and need people to cultivate them, and the army needs to be constantly replenished. Labor and military strength, talent and power. ”

Zhou Fencao immediately said, "I understand." ”

When he was in Jing County, Chen Sanlang had already shown how to accept refugees, and at that time, there were only one or two hundred soldiers from the government to maintain order and suppress the scene.

And now, there was a fortified city, and thousands of armor.

With this confidence, no matter how many refugees there are, they are not afraid.

Chen Sanlang said again: "What I'm worried about is the county town below, sir, you carefully write out the various precautions for the resettlement of refugees one by one, copy multiple copies, and distribute them below for them to implement." Those who do well will be credited, and those who are not good will not have to be done. In addition, the county seat has limited capacity, which allows them to guide refugees to the city. ”

After a pause, he said: "Among the refugees, there may not be no people available, pay more attention to avoid missing out, and if anyone defects, you have to care." ”

"Yes!"

Zhou Fencao deserves to be happy, and Chen Sanlang, the basic core of the business, has made it clear, and what they have to do is to refine and execute it well.

......

In the field, there was a bleak scene of wind and rain, the road was muddy, the cold air entered the body, and a team of people and horses were walking hard in the wind and rain.

There were quite a few of them, and it seemed that there were three or four thousand of them. It's just that their appearance is not very good, their clothes and armor are wet, and their faces are full of exhaustion, if it weren't for the constant shouting and driving away, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to walk.

They had come a long, long way and had barely rested.

But if you want to escape, you have to do it.

Many people still haven't figured it out, how could they suddenly be reversed, defeated and flee when the situation was so good, and they were defeated? Hundreds of brothers who were talking and laughing and eating together a few days ago were killed at once, fell on the battlefield, and could never get up again, and even their bones could not be buried in the ground, and they were likely to become the magic nutrients of the Shura Demon Sect, and their souls were tormented and could not be freed.

Many more just fled, or got separated from the group, or disappeared in the process of fleeing for their lives, and as for those who managed to escape like them, they did not know where to go or where to go?

No one can guarantee that they will not be next.

The procession came to a halt suddenly, and everyone looked up blankly, wondering what had happened to the leader who was walking in front of them, had they already decided where to go?

At the forefront of the team, more than a dozen horsemen were clustered, Mo Xuanyi was in the center, he was wearing a thick coat and a hat, the rain could not get wet, but his heart was colder than the wind and rain.

Ten days ago, his Dongting army still occupied Zhongyuan Mansion and was the leading force in the entire Yongzhou rebel army, but ten days later, he suffered a defeat and fled thousands of miles, leaving so many men and horses to follow, the grain and grass were about to run out, and the army's heart was not scattered, but was about to despair.

Zhongyuan Mansion can go back, but so what?

When the army was dispatched, almost all the resources were brought with it, and there, no different from the empty city, after going back, there was a chance that it would not be able to hold it, and when the barbarian army arrived, it was when it was slaughtered.

So, where can you go?

Mo Xuanyi squinted his eyes, looked at the dense rain curtain, and finally made up his mind, waved his hand, and almost shouted: "Go, go to Laoshan Mountain!"

The subordinate next to him said bitterly: "Chief, we really have to take refuge in others, and if we go, we can only become dependent, and we can't be the master." ”

Mo Xuanyi sighed: "Now take the people and horses, maybe you can get some reliance, and when the people and horses are dead and escape, we will be real beggars." ”