Chapter 130 The worst plan

"I'm sorry, old man. The conditions of the guard are limited, and there is not even a cup of hot water. I hope you won't be too surprised!" Huanying greeted Fu An'an at the same time, "Miss An'an, sit here. The conditions near Huaziling are so difficult. How did your family live?"

Fu An'an said, "My mother died of illness a long time ago, and now only my father and I are left to live together..."

"Oh?" Huanying asked Fu Mingchun with some puzzlement, "Didn't the old man think about returning to the customs?"

"Why didn't you think about it!" Fu Mingchun sighed, "In the early years, I thought about going back to the customs day and night, but how can it be so easy to go through the tribe of the Beirong people and return to the border? Even if we can go back, the brothers who guard the customs have to treat us as a detailed work?"

"And now, we are all used to living here. I don't think there is anyone left in our hometown, so let's talk about going back later!" Fu Mingjun pointed to Fu An'an and said, "Military commander, but don't worry, if you cross the mountain tomorrow, my father and daughter will definitely lead the way, so that all the army can safely cross Huaziling."

"Thank you, old man!" Huanxuan bowed his hand and thanked him, "The old man has been outside the gate for many years, and he can still care about his brothers and sisters in the gate. Regardless of his age and weakness, he personally leads the way for my army. He is really righteous and loyal to his bones!"

"Alas, the military commander should not say these words again, and he will be old." Fu Mingjun waved his hand repeatedly, "The military commander and a female leader dares to lead troops to attack Beirong. How can the old man be willing to shrink his head and turtle without doing his strength? However, my father and daughter know Huaziling very well because they have lived near Huaziling for many years, but after Huaziling, I'm afraid they can't help the military commander!"

"It has helped us a lot!" Huanxuan smiled and said, "Don't you really want to know the situation in Guannei? In this way, you can rest in my handsome tent tonight. In a moment, I will ask General Shi Feng to tell you in detail."

"With the Lao Junshuai, after so many years in the north, I can see the insiders again. When I hear the news in the customs again, I can close my eyes when I die!" Fu Mingchun sighed that his eye sockets inevitably moistened, so he wiped them with his sleeves.

Fu An'an hurriedly got up and came to Fu Mingchun and comforted him, "Dad, don't be sad. What's so unlucky? Didn't you say that you can't say unlucky words before passing the snow peak, won't you offend the mountain god?"

"Yes, yes, I'm out of my temper, I'm out of my state!" Fu Mingchun quickly squeezed out a smile and said to Huanying, "For a moment, I was insincere. Let the military commander laugh. I hope the military commander will forgive me!"

Huanxuan nodded, stood up and said softly, "Old man, it doesn't matter. You can do whatever you want in my military tent. You father and daughter sit for a moment, and I'm going to call General Shi Feng to come in!"

"Oh, by the way, although the hay milk wine military commanders on the old car are used, although it is a cup of water, it is better than nothing to use it to keep out the cold. The old family is really ashamed to barely gather such a car. Wanwang Junshuai must not dislike it!" Fu Mingchun also stood up and said in embarrassment.

"The old man has a heart, and it's too late for me to be grateful. How can he dislike it?" Huanxuan stretched out his hand to help him, "Old man, sit down, and I will go back as soon as I go."

When he came outside the tent, Huanying motioned to Shi Feng to accompany the guests for a while. He went to visit Lu Zisang. In Lu Zisang's tent, he was pouring a little wine and wet a corner of the cloth towel. He wiped the bruise on his face. He grinned in pain. Huanying saw this and was busy to help. Lu Zi Song dodged shyly, "Oh, no need to be the military commander. With a little injury, the last general has already taken care of himself."

Huanying nodded and sat down with a smile. "What's the matter, General Lu? I haven't hurt you anything after a hundred battles. How can you go out to explore the road and make your face blue and swollen?"

"Don't mention it. The last general first led people to explore the way. The mountain road was steep and narrow, and it was very steep and slippery. Whether it was a man or a horse, it was extremely difficult to climb. In addition, the last general's horse may be because of fear. After walking for a while, he refused to lift his hooves. As a result, he couldn't get up or down the mountain. The last general had to hold the reed. The rope was pulled alive. In such a stalemate, his feet slipped, and the last general almost fell off the cliff. Fortunately, he still pulled the reins in his hand and relied on everyone to help together, which saved the danger. Later, the last general blindfolded the horse and successfully took everyone down the mountain." Lu Zisong said, smiling embarrassedly, "You will know in the future. When going up the mountain, you must blindfold all the horses, otherwise it is very easy to have such a danger.

"So you explored the way before you found the father and daughter of the Fu family?" Huanxuan asked.

"Yes, the last general took more than a dozen people up the mountain to explore the road. After tossing for a long time, it took less than two or three miles. If the army went up the mountain, he didn't know how much trouble he would encounter. After thinking about it, the general felt that we had to find a local guide no matter what, otherwise we would not be able to get to the tarantula spring in time, and we would miss it. There are more opportunities to attack Beirong. In that case, it's better to give up the east wing," Lu Zisong said.

"Indeed, I also have this worry," Huanying frowned, "Have you asked Fu Mingchun? Can he guarantee that we will go over Huaziling in a day?"

"He said that if there is no accident, there will be no big problem, but he is only familiar with Huaziling. Later, Meji Gobi, he said that he had never been there, but the final general felt that the Dafan Gobi Desert is similar, and the most important thing is not to lose his way and ensure sufficient water."

Huanxuan pondered for a while and said worriedly, "General Lu, if we choose to take the east wing, will there be some underestimate of the geographical situation? In case you miss the opportunity and involve the army to lose before the war, then..."

"There's nothing we can do. The situation is extremely unfavorable to us. The last general has thought about it. The worst possibility is to let the Wangting of Beirong successfully reach the migration place. At that time, he attacked again. Although the chance of winning is smaller, we have no choice but to take a risk. Just like now, even if we don't go to the east wing, we will directly track Chinagg. It is also inevitable that he will meet his sentry and rider." Lu Zisong put down the cloth towel and sat down opposite Huan Ying and said, "There is no need to hesitate. The strategy is agreed by the three of us. If there is any problem, the three of us should bear it together. At this point, in addition to working together to face the difficulties of the way forward together. We are no longer allowed to choose too much.

Huanying sighed deeply, nodded slightly, and then asked, "Where did you find Fu Mingchun's father and daughter? Do you think their father and daughter are reliable?"

"Just at the foot of Huaziling Mountain, I walked less than half a half a miles to the northwest. I saw a small house with a single-door, which was different from the tents that the Beirong people used to live in. It turned out to be the firewood house of our Central Plains. At that time, I was quite confused at that time. After breaking in, I saw that only the father and daughter were in the house. After Fu Mingchun was shocked by the last general, he was stunned first, and then asked if the last general was from the Central Plains. The last general heard that his Central Plains dialect had a heavy southern accent, so he answered according to the truth. In this way, he became familiar with it. The general felt that he should still be reliable, not like the bait specially arranged by Bei Rong here.

"Well, I feel the same way, but be careful. What do you think of arranging Shi Feng to take care of this father and daughter?" Huanxuan nodded as she listened.

"That's the best. When we cross Huaziling, we can leave a horse for him as a reward. Anyway, we also brought more than a dozen reserve horses. How about the military commander?" Lu Zisang said.

"It's up to you!" Huanxuan said and got up, "I'm going to turn over the mountain tomorrow. General Lu, you should take a break early. Oh, next time, don't take risks easily. I don't want to break the vanguard general before fighting!"

"Yes, the last general knows!" Lu Zisuan sent Huanying out of the account, "Why don't you let Fu Mingchun rest in the account of the last general? The last general can still live here. It's more convenient for the military commander and Miss An'an to live together."

"It's okay!" Huanxuan looked at the military tent not far away from him and said, "When Shi Feng and the old man talk about the same, I will ask him to bring the old man here. You can rest first."

Unconsciously, the night was getting darker and darker, and the wind was blowing tighter and tighter. The military tents were prepared one after another and began to calm down. Except for the soldiers who were on patrol and responsible for adding firewood to the camp, everyone had gone to bed.

However, for many people, this is probably an extremely difficult night, because although there is a campfire outside the tent, because it is a certain distance from the military tent, I can hardly feel much warmth in the military tent. In addition, this kind of temporary military tent is light and not thick enough, and the windshield performance is really not good, so You will also feel the wind on all sides when you are in the account.

Huanying turned and couldn't sleep. No matter how tightly she wrapped her cloak, she was still as cold as staying in the ice cellar and entering the boundary of Beirong these days. Only under Huaziling did she still feel that the bitterness of Beirong was more than that of Weijun. In desperation, Huanying had to give up the plan to sleep for a while and simply sat up and consider Lu Zi. The worst possibility mentioned by Song, although no one has ever been to the Meji Gobi, it can be imagined that the Gobi in this season is likely to be a more severe test than Huaziling, and their time has been less than three days.

When Huanying was distracted alone, Fu An'an next to him snorted and muttered something, but he couldn't hear it clearly. Huanying couldn't help asking, "An'an, what's the matter? What are you talking about?"

But Fu An'an turned over and didn't pay attention to her anymore. Huanying suddenly understood that Fu An'an was talking in his sleep, and couldn't help laughing in the dim light and shadow. She carefully recalled Fu An'an's dream words and found that Fu An'an muttered in his dream, as if it was not Central Plains dialect, but Beirong's language.

This is also reasonable. Isn't Fu An'an's mother from Beirong? She must have taught Fu An'an since she was a child. Huanying suddenly thought that what she lacked is exactly a person like Fu An'an who can understand the languages of both sides. What if there is no one who can understand the local language? Huanying frowned slightly and looked at Fu An'an again. Unfortunately, she was Fu Mingchun's only relative. How could she ask Fu Mingchun to borrow An'an and let An'an follow them through hard work and life and death?