My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 682 Winter Offensive
The entire Western land has been in the midst of war, plague, and famine in the past two years.

The former prosperity was wiped out by the spreading war and the brutal iron hoofs. The fields were barren and overgrown with weeds, and the houses were engulfed by the fire, turning into ruins and scattered in the wind and rain.

Most of the people who once lived on this land were displaced or died on the way during the war.

Everything was settled until the head of Emperor Sakpruit was chopped off.

The autumn wind turned the fields and foothills yellow. On the road covered with horse hoof prints, wheel prints and human footprints, there were numerous donkey carts and camel caravans coming from afar, with the groaning of wooden wheels and the sound of camel bells, passing through this dilapidated road and fields, heading towards the ruined city over there.

Nongma City finally became lively again.

After entering late autumn, many merchants from Xizhou of Daxia brought large amounts of food and wine, which was like a sweet rain after a long drought. The Western Expedition Army, which had been homesick, finally recovered.

These merchants also brought news from the east, and more merchants from the Western Regions came with goods.

At the same time, Queen Itas of Yelan Kingdom in Xizhou set off from the northern road of the Western Region with another batch of supplies, and will probably set foot in the city of Nongma in late autumn.

Nongma City.

In the gradually colder autumn wind, there are quiet streets and patrolling Eastern soldiers. After more than a dozen nights, the people of Nongma City who have been hiding everywhere have gradually become familiar with these orderly footsteps, which makes them feel peaceful in their hearts.

Afterwards, under the call of the Samoan translator who could speak Eurasian, many Nongma people chose to step out of the shadows and surrender to the emperor from the East.

Unfortunately, many nobles in the city left Nongma with their wealth when the epidemic first broke out, and were unable to witness this scene.

Perhaps in the mud of next spring, we will be able to see a few strands of luxurious fabrics and silk threads on their bodies emerging from the silt.

There were not many Nongma people in the city. After suffering from conscription and plague, the survivors could finally walk in the late autumn sunshine.

The people of Nongma, who surrendered and were given some food, tried to walk out of the western wall of Nongma under the persuasion of the Samoan translator, and looked for the European and American people scattered everywhere, told them the goodwill brought by the Eastern army, and went to Nongma together to request surrender.

The entire continent of Oufeiro is now completely engulfed in war. The people along the western coastline of Oufeiro are now migrating eastwards, and the Oufeiro army and cities in the central part of the continent are being held back by a group of Eastern cavalry.

For the fleeing people, especially when their king is dead, the other side's willingness to accept their surrender with goodwill may be the best chance to save their lives.

However, even in such a situation, most of the people located in the central and eastern parts of Ophelia, close to Nongma, migrated towards the city of Nongma.

Another group of people made a difficult choice. If they stayed, they would have to assist the soldiers in defending the city and fight against the Eastern army coming from the west coast.

If they chose to escape, they would flee to the mountains in the north or south, survive the winter, and then return to the city when spring came.

In the resistance action to divide the Ophelia people.

The Samoan Emperor Adar was the most active. The Samoan Empire had already collapsed under the attack of the Sakprut Empire, and only a few city-states were left to barely maintain the face of the empire.

If they want to restore the glory of their ancestors, they have to follow the footsteps of the Eastern kings, call on the remaining Europeans to put aside their hostility, tell these ignorant people the whole story of the war, and let them know that it was Sakprut who provoked the Seres first, which led to such a war.

For more than half a month, a large number of Satsuma people, or clerks such as clerks in the Western Expedition Army, frequently traveled throughout Europe and Africa.

With Nongma as the center, the propaganda was spread to the northeastern province of Miranter and its vassal states, and to the southeastern province of Analia. The original resistance became powerless after learning that Sakprut had been beheaded. The Samians who were tasked with persuading the surrender took this opportunity to persuade the people to surrender to the greatest extent. However, many Samians were targeted by Sakprut rangers and veterans. The lone Samians were attacked by them, and their bodies and heads were thrown at the door of the Seres' mansions or hung in the market to warn the civilians in the city, trying to cause greater panic and prevent the Seres from forming an effective rule here.

On November 13, the weather was getting colder. Itas's 20,000 camel cavalry arrived at the grassland east of Nongma City. The camel female cavalry of Yelan Kingdom were good at fighting in deserts and Gobi. In almost a month, they left the northern trade route of Xizhou, went down the plateau at the fastest speed, and headed straight for Mirantel Province.

Along the way, news kept coming from the west, which made the general Bainani, who was in charge of the army, extremely anxious. Fortunately, she still arrived at her destination and was received by the Eastern Emperor.

The Emperor of Daxia invited her to the city wall.

"The current situation is favorable to us. The only disadvantage is that it snowed so early."

Su Chen stood on the city wall, looking at the gloomy sky, and whispered that Nongma City was now also being used as a military center to maintain the military communication center outside the city.

Just on the thirteenth day, the first heavy snow of early winter fell in the dark night.

It was a snowstorm that many of the Western Expedition soldiers had never seen before. The flying snowflakes were so dense that it was impossible to open one's eyes. The only ones who could withstand such cold were the slave soldiers. When they saw such heavy snow, they were able to move freely in the snow and were in high spirits.

"Your Majesty, are there any more enemies?" Bainani exhaled a breath of hot air onto her hands. She came from the Western Regions and was wearing relatively thin clothes. It was snowing heavily at this time. Even if she was a person with outstanding martial arts, it would still be quite uncomfortable to be in the low temperature for a long time.

White snow covered everything as far as the eye could see.

Su Chen grinned, with wisps of white air floating from the corners of his mouth: "I think there are none. Tell me if my son has made any achievements? Are there any clowns in the country?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and asked Bai Nani to follow him. They walked slowly on the top of the city wall. Occasionally, when they heard the orders issued by Su Chen, they couldn't help but laugh.

Outside the west of the city, in the Lianheng military camp, the Wolf Cavalry, White Horse Volunteers, and Flying Qiang Cavalry that had fought all over the battlefield were trapped in the camp and could not leave. The war horses huddled together to keep warm, and some soldiers were busy building coal stoves for them.

After ensuring ventilation and warmth, the busy soldiers returned to the central camp together, greeted familiar people, sat in front of the campfire, and drooled at the smell of the roasted lamb from Xizhou.

Central Ophelia Plain.

The wind and snow were howling. Also walking on the city wall was a prince from the royal family of Sakpruit. He looked at the wind and snow and listened to how the Seris people were killing their way from the east to the west like a crushing force.

Every detail has not been spared.

"It's freezing cold. These Seres won't last long. They probably don't have winter clothing in their army."

Prince Sakprut, who had three tufts of beard trimmed, seemed to have seen through the enemies in the wind and snow, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened up.

"Just as I expected before, the Seris people would go around tempting our people. I seemed to see these Seris people cowering in their damp and cold tents. Many of them were starving due to the huge army's consumption."

He said softly. "Let the rangers go and cause them some trouble!"

White mist floated, rose to his face, mixed with the snowflakes, and flew into the depths of the night.

(End of this chapter)