Chapter 121 - Get lost

Chu Fengyuan wanted to reprimand him for being foolish, but seeing his firm expression, he was a little shaken, and after a long silence, he sighed deeply, "Do you really have a way to find someone?"

Fu Tian nodded, "Yes."

Chu Fengyuan walked twice with his hands on his back, and then groaned for a while before sighing with a slight compromise, "Feng Zhang still has a group of soldiers in Qingyang, let them go with you."

He stared at Fu Tian deeply, and said solemnly: "The border is dangerous, the battlefield has no eyes, and the soldiers must guard you at all times. If it is... if Fengzhang is serious..." Chu Fengyuan closed his eyes before continuing. , "You must not commit a personal risk, you must immediately return to Qingyang with your soldiers."

Fu Tian took a deep breath, his fierce heartbeat slowly calmed down, and firmly said: "I will find him, he will be fine."

Chu Fengyuan patted him on the shoulder, turned his back, "You go back and say goodbye to Madam Fu, and the soldiers will arrive later."

Fu Tian bowed and saluted, and then slowly backed away.

The Xingbu Shangshu returned to the waiting house with Fu Tian. Fu Tian took out the famous post, and quickly wrote a book envelope to give to the Xingbu Shangshu, and hurried to the backyard to find Fu Youqin.

Seeing him look anxious, Fu Youqin raised his hand and gently pushed him away from the messy temples, "What is so anxious?"

Fu Tian pursed his lips, hesitated for a while before telling the truth, and said with a smile: "Foreigners invaded, the border food is insufficient, and now the treasury is empty, I want to donate the gold and silver left by my ancestors as military pay."

Fu Youqin was taken aback, and then smiled: "The country is in a difficult situation. It is good for you to have this mindset. You are now the Patriarch of the Fu family. You donate it, so you don't need to tell me specifically."

She thought Fu Tian was worried about her disagreement, so she specifically talked about it.

Fu Tian bent her lips and gently sat down with her arm, "Tell my mother that I want to ask my mother for help."

He lowered his eyes, "I have some friendship with the Zhu family in Fengshui County. It happens that the Ministry of War needs to ask the Zhu family to smelt a batch of weapons. I have to go with Master Shangshu, and in Sifang Town, I have to work hard for me to go to the secret room. Take out the gold and silver."

Only their mother and son knew the location of the secret room. The war was urgent and it was necessary to raise military pay as soon as possible. This reason was also said in the past. Fu Youqin had no doubts and should come down after hearing that, "Okay, I will return to Sifang Town."

Fu Tian said: "The emperor will send someone to escort you back. If something goes wrong, just look for Qingnian."

Fu Youqin patted him lovingly on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mother knows."

Fu Tian suppressed his eagerness and spoke with her for a while. Waiting for the soldiers to arrive, he said that he wanted to set off to Fengshui County, and then simply packed his clothes and hurriedly said goodbye.

The personal guards were all trained by Chu Xiangtian. They originally stayed in Qingyang to guard the palace. Fu Tian wanted to rush to Shanyu Pass. It was not suitable to bring too many people. Chu Fengyuan only assigned 50 people to escort him. .

The captain of the escort was surnamed Xue. When he saw Fu Tian, ​​he took the people off the horse to salute. I heard that Kang Lehou was donating food and money, and now he has to go to the border to find people. They already have a good impression in their hearts. Now, seeing him greet him, he quickly mounted his horse. He was not a bit delicate, and he was even more admired. A group of people cleared the way, and a group of people was behind the palace, so they hurried to Shanyu Pass with the whip.

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And at this time in the deep mountains between Shanyu Pass and Beiyu Pass--

There were trees, snow covered the knees, and only this pedestrian walked quietly in the empty valley. Chu Xiangtian found an open space for the team to stop and camp on the spot.

The soldiers swept away the snow on the ground, unwrapped the dry wood on their backs, and piled them on the ground. Piles of bonfires were raised, and everyone gathered around the fire to warm and boil water.

Chu Xiangtian frowned and looked at the distant mountain, his expression was not the slightest impatience, but he became more calm, "Continue to send people to explore the way."

The spies behind him led the orders, and the four men took their light clothes and went in four directions.

They have been lost in the mountains for five days.

That day, Chu Xiangtian took two thousand men to Beiyu Pass to support him, but he encountered Mula Kili in ambush halfway. Chu Xiangtian reacted very quickly. After the two sides fought for a round, he did not let Mula Kili take advantage.

When Chu Xiangtian was about to bypass them and continue to Beiyu Pass, Mula Kili's men suddenly brought out eight hundred Chu slaves, including old and weak women and children. They were divided into four or five groups, all dragged by foreign soldiers. Brought into the mountains.

Mulla Kili knew his strength, if Chu Xiangtian rushed to Beiyu Pass, then their raid would not have any chance of winning.

It is already deep winter. In order to take down the city and grab food as soon as possible, Mulla Kili came up with this strategy, betting that Chu Xiangtian will definitely save people.

As long as they dragged Chu Xiangtian, they took the opportunity to break through the pass, and they could grab enough food to survive the winter. Moreover, the mountains between Beiyu Pass and Shanyu Pass were steep and old hunters who were familiar with mountain roads would not dare easily. Entering the mountain, let alone this mid-winter season, if you are unlucky, you might just fold it inside.

Mulla Kili was indeed sinister and vicious enough. Chu Xiangtian looked at the slaves sent into the mountains, all in rags and despair, among them there were many young children with hundreds of lives in front of him. He could not see death. To rescue, he could only grit his teeth and lead people into the mountain.

The aliens who entered the mountain were divided into several routes, and the team of two thousand people was scattered. Chu Xiangtian led four hundred people and chased one of the alien teams.

These foreigners are desperadoes, regardless of their own life and death, let alone the life and death of slaves. They rushed to the depths in the cage of the slaves. Chu Xiangtian took the people with the boss to catch up. , Finally rescued people, but unfortunately encountered an avalanche.

The cracked snow was like a turbulent tide, rushing down the mountain. Before Chu Xiangtian and the others had time to release the people, they dragged the wooden cage and fled. When the avalanche subsided, the path was completely buried, and they fled all the way. There was no time to make a mark, and he was lost in the snow-capped mountains.

The rescued wooden cage contained more than one hundred Chu slaves, all with yellow and thin faces. They were dragged back and forth on the mountain road and bumped. Some frail people were almost unable to hold it. Chu Xiangtian had to stop first. Let these people relax.

Most of these slaves were taken away by foreign races. They were the most inferior slaves in foreign races. They lived with cattle, sheep and cattle. Year after year, day after day of torture, they had already lost hope. Heaven was rescued, still lifeless.

It was impossible for Chu Xiangtian to give up on them. He could only let the soldiers urge these people to move forward to prevent them from falling behind, and the walking speed would slow down even more.

So five days have passed in the mountain. Every time he went to a place, Chu Xiangtian would send spies to find a way out. After the spies came back, he determined the direction to go forward, but the mountain was too deep, and he couldn't make his way in one day. It is also difficult for spies to find the right direction.

Chu Xiangtian was thinking about the fighting outside, and decided to rest here for three days, letting the spies go further to explore the way.

The soldiers stood in squads, two teams were responsible for patrolling and guarding, while the remaining two teams were one team looking for food, and the other team looking for firewood to come back and dry for use.

They rushed to support them quickly, and the luggage they carried was not very small. The heavy winter clothes were partly distributed to the rescued slaves. The soldiers could only rely on the fire to keep warm, so dry wood was essential.

Chu Xiangtian was sitting next to the fire, holding a wooden tree on the ground and drew the road they had walked on. The mountains were white and snowy, and the scenery was almost the same everywhere. They could only rely on the distant mountains to roughly tell where they had gone. Every time a direction is determined, one must be cautious again.

Beside him, a dirty little boy wrapped in a very large cotton coat squatted next to him. He still held a child younger than him in his arms. The two children hugged each other in the same silence. It was silent, but the older child stared at the map drawn by Chu Xiangtian in a mistake.

Chu Xiangtian teased him when he was free, "Do you understand?"

The older child raised his face and looked at him with swarthy eyes. His facial profile was deeper than ordinary people, his nose was slightly hooked, and he looked a bit of foreign descent. Most of the looted Da Chu women were born to foreigners.

It's just that foreigners have always regarded Chu people as low-class people, and the child who was born is probably not treated well. You can see if he is locked up with these Chu slaves.

Chu Xiangtian leaned closer and rubbed his head. The child was quite courageous. When other people saw Chu Xiangtian's words, they didn't dare to say a word. The child pressed his lips and kept his head away. . Even the child in his arms moved a little farther. It's just that his eyes are fixed on the map drawn by Chu Xiangtian again.

Chu Xiangtian became interested, "What do you see?"

The older child pursed his lips and spoke after a moment. His voice was a little hoarse, but the Chu dialect spoke in a rounded tone, "Keep the way."

He stretched his eyes and stared at the ground, but said in his mouth: "If we remember the way, even if we are left behind, we can go out on our own."