Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 102 The Kingdom of the Western Regions, Posha
Bordering on the border of Lantao Prefecture, the terrain gradually rises, and the line of sight is mostly the Hengchuan River, withered and yellow everywhere, looking desolate and majestic.

A series of mountains, a series of beams, winding dirt roads, dark crowds dragging their families, or driving donkey carts, leading cattle and sheep, rushing southward and crowded across the roads. Shout out to everyone along the way to make way.

"I am the envoy of Lingqu, and I have urgent documents from Baili, so I hope everyone will make way!"

Horses were walking against the current, and in the crowded crowd, someone was knocked down, which immediately caused confusion. The woman carrying the basket cried and ran to help her fallen husband, and the dirty face of the child in the basket burst into tears. There were also passers-by who went up to arrest Ling Qi for a theory, and were whipped in the face by the knight protecting the official documents.

The chaos became even bigger. Chen Yuan pulled the bullock cart and walked on another road. Looking at the chaos on the opposite side from a distance, this is not the first time. Qianluodu mobilized soldiers from Lianglong, and only halfway there, the Juqi people took advantage of the situation to break through Gansha and Guazhou, and headed southeast towards Guangwei.

What's going on now, Chen Yuan doesn't know, but what the people who escaped from Lantao said about it, most of them are broken news.

Going forward, the sky gradually faded, and the autumn rain began to fall. From northwest to southeast, the roads were mostly people fleeing refugees, pack horses carrying their belongings, women with children in their arms, and old people resting on the roadside. , There are also servants in yamen costumes braving the rain to maintain the only little order.

After staying in two small counties and a few towns, the population has become less populated. The land where sheep and horses used to be herded is covered with yellowing grass, and the villages in the distance are also lifeless. Occasionally, there are one or two figures. The gray-haired old man sat at the entrance of the village and sang folk songs in the yellow mud. His desolate laments seemed strange in this lifeless area.

When they arrived in Huzhizhou, Chen Yuan met Ling Qi again, sitting on the roadside stone with a bruised nose and swollen face to rest, while wiping the wound, and sobbing faintly.

The horse on the side was already lame, lying on the ground and whining.

Hearing the groan of the axle turning, the weeping knight wiped the corners of his eyes quickly, then raised his face, and saw a young man in gray robes was stopping the ox cart, coming towards him, he hurriedly pressed the handle of the knife, and looked up. Standing up: "What are you doing?!"

"The people in Qingshan County on the Canglan River heard about the trouble in the northwest, so they came all the way, wanting to do their part!"

Most of the common people are fleeing. If they say that they came to perform a woodcarving show, it will only aggravate the suspicion of others. Rather, it is more reliable to say that they are here to join the army and do their part.

"Are you an actor?"

Seeing that there were many puppets in the car, Na Lingqi looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, slowly released the handle of the knife, inserted it back into the sheath, and waved him away with a serious expression.

"If you have to go to the battlefield, wouldn't we wait for the soldiers to waste the court's rice and steel knives? Little brother should hurry up and run with them. As long as the soldiers in the northwest land are not dead, they will never let go!" An inch of land."

"But your horse can't run anymore. It happens that I have an ox cart, which is much better than walking. I will send you there."

The man looked back at the horse that had traveled more than a hundred miles, if it hadn't been for being scratched by someone inadvertently, it wouldn't have galloped for more than ten miles and broke the horse's hoof.

After hesitating for a moment, the knight nodded: "The military situation is urgent, so I will take your car first, but can you let the old cow run faster and arrive in Guangwei early tomorrow morning?"

"In such a hurry?"

As soon as the man got into the car, Chen Yuan waved the whip and gave a fake lash. The old cow stepped forward knowingly. With its current skills, it is not difficult to speed up with three people in one carriage.

The car rushed up, making the rider a little anxious, how could he tell others about the urgent official documents he could carry, so he fell silent.On the side, Chen Yuan probably understood what his responsibilities were, so she didn't ask any more questions. While waving her whip to speed up, she asked about the situation there.

"Can Guangwei hold on right now? Why is Juqiren so powerful?"

In terms of the situation, the man could have said it. He gritted his teeth and looked at the decaying mountain outside, and cursed in a low voice: "You stupid barbarians, unfamiliar wolves, join forces with the Yue people, and go south to attack Luoyang!" Du, here, they pretended to be caravans and opened the Yujian Pass. If the court hadn't been in chaos these years, our frontier army wouldn't have been so aggrieved. There are also those priests of the Posana Kingdom who always attack the city. Fortunately, the Taoist priests of the Tianshi Mansion arrived and stopped their offensive in Guangwei City."

After telling the whole story along the way, Chen Yuan finally realized that Poshara is the name of the country of the Juqi people. Deep sunken, with green eyes, and is often called the green-eyed beard by the frontier soldiers. They are all over the Western Regions. Not to mention brave and ruthless, priests are prevalent in the country. They often wear strange masks, animal furs, small drums around their waists, and dance with toads. To intervene, call the gods to help, or curse and kill others.

Can they also summon gods?
Wait... If there is a Western Region, then there must be other countries and races outside of the Western Region... Could it be that the gods are different?
Thinking of this, Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, that would be interesting.

"You lead the way well, and you should be able to reach Guangwei tomorrow morning."

After a word of advice, the old cow rolled his eyes, and had to turn the cow's hooves faster and faster. Just as the bullock cart was driving to the northwest, the pattering autumn rain gradually stopped when the sun in the clouds tilted to the west.

Outside the city named Guangwei, there are tents in the Gobi and oases, like white graves undulating in the howling sand wind.

Juqi people with white scarves on their heads patrolled past. In the yurt in the distance, the commander named Satuk was discussing the next siege with his soldiers. On a large cushioned chair nearby, his face was covered with yellow The brown-haired woman in gauze sits steadily, wearing silver ornaments on her hands, ankles and wrists, as well as ornaments on her ears and nose.

A pair of emerald green eyes were looking deeply at the generals in the army who were discussing to attack the city tomorrow.

With a feeling in her heart, the woman from the Western Regions looked at the opening of the tent, and a soldier of Poshana with a machete on his waist hurried in, holding something in his hand, which was light and delicate jasper.

"The jade pendant of the Han people?"

Satuk frowned, playing back and forth in his hand, "Who gave it to you?"

"I don't know, I saw it being thrown over."

While the soldier was talking, the woman sitting over there looked at the jade pendant and asked Satuk to give it to her. The latter held the jade pendant in his palms and bowed to the priest.

"Grando, what is this?"

"A magic weapon in the Han people's kingdom." The woman raised her hand and flicked the jade pendant lightly, and a neutral voice came from it. The voice was small, but it was enough for Satuk and the priest named Gu Landuo I can hear you clearly.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, Gu Landuo suddenly laughed.

"Among the Han people, there are also traitors. Then try it, what do you think, Commander Satuk."

The commander with the thick beard and high nose nodded and laughed.

"Then give it a try, maybe some Han people are willing to help Posha to accomplish great achievements."

(End of this chapter)