He placed the beef bought from the alley in Lucheng in front of the tomb, took a wine glass, and poured a glass of wine, "Mr. Qin, this is your favorite wine. I have also bought a lot for you, enough for you to drink for a while."

Raise the wine glass and pour the wine in front of the grave.

"Although I am not your son-in-law, Yun Zhao has never forgotten the kindness you taught me since childhood. If you hadn't treated me like my nephew since childhood, taught me to read, read, and be wise, I would have only been a hunter for the rest of my life and would never have achieved what I have today."

Sitting cross-legged in front of the grave, Yun Zhao filled both wine glasses, "Sir, I wish you." He raised his head and drank it all.

"Now it seems that one day I will meet Li Si. Oh, Li Si is your current son-in-law. I don't know what the ending will be. If I lose, I will naturally not be able to live and come back again, but Rou Niang won't let this cemetery be destroyed. If I win, sir, don't worry, I won't do anything to Rou Niang. Even for the sake of your teachings to me over the years, I will let her live well."

Speaking of this, Yun Zhao looked a little sad, pouring wine silently and drinking. After a while, Yun Zhao stood up, "Sir, I will stay here for a few more days. I will come here to have a drink with you tomorrow."

Outside the mica's tomb, the bamboo house has been demolished cleanly, and instead it has been set up with a huge military tent.

"Wu Fan, you go back to Lucheng. As time goes by, Miaomiao should arrive in Lucheng. You are waiting for her there. After she comes back, you will bring her here. I will get married soon. She should also come to see her mother-in-law."

"Yes, Governor!"

"My parents passed away, and they had to be mourned for three years, but I could only live here for three days!" Yun Zhao looked at his mother's grave and said apologetically: "I can only be sorry for my mother."

Martin Ki was unkempt and like a beggar. Even a veteran horse bandit rode alone out of Yumen Pass in this season and traveled a long distance. He had to deal with the attacks of the nomadic tribes of the people and the occasional fallen Mengqi, struggling to run all the way to Anqing, and he was exhausted. The two war horses that Yan Xiaoyi gave him were one of them dead on the road. At this moment, this one was already very weak. He led the war horse and walked on the vast snowfield with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He looked at it and saw that there was snow white on all sides. He had already stopped deciding his direction.

Markham Ki was a little panicked. If he lost his way and waited for his own fate, he knew exactly what he was going to do.

He gasped and sat on the snow, stretched out his hand to pull out some fresh grass roots from it, handed them to the mouth of the war horse, and pulled them a few more times. He was surprised to find a nest of bugs, so he immediately picked them up, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them hard for a few times, swallowed them, and stuffed them into his mouth.

After a while of breathing, I finally felt a little more strength. I stood up hard, looked around, and continued to walk forward.

As night was approaching, there was still silence around. Without a trace of people, Markham Ki stopped and could not leave anymore. If he could not find a place to live before night came, he would turn into a popsicle and fall on the snowfield tomorrow morning.

After choosing a slope, taking out a dagger, half-kneeling on the ground, Markham Ki started digging holes. The thick snow was frozen very strongly, and he took out a snow hole that could allow people to hide in, so he could barely survive the cold night.

Almost exhausted all his strength and finally dug out a tunnel more than meter deep. Martin Ki was already weak and felt that he had no strength in his body. He struggled to crawl in, gasping heavily, holding the reins with one hand, and his eyelids drooped and then fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, Markham Ki was awakened by the cold wind pouring into the hole, wrapping the felt on his body tighter, making himself curl up tighter.

The cold wind was howling outside the cave, and there seemed to be some sound in the sound of the wind. Mark Kim Ki erected his ears and carefully judged the strange sound in the wind.

As if there were horns and drum beats in the army, Martin Ki's hair stood up all of a sudden. He climbed out of the hole and wanted to walk to the top of the slope to see what happened. His legs had just stood up straight, but they became soft and fell to the ground all of a sudden. All the strength in his body seemed to have been pulled away, and his whole body was so soft that it was not strong enough.

Oh no, it seems to be sick! Mark Kim Ki screamed in his heart. He tried to stand up several times, but he was unable to do so. He could only hold the reins with one hand, poke out his sword, and knock on the horse's thighs. The war horse had been with him for more than a month, but he had a tacit understanding with him. He immediately moved forward and dragged Mark Kim Ki to the top of the slope. The snow was dragged out of a groove behind him.

Finally reached the top of the slope. Martin Ki raised his head with difficulty, and about hundreds of meters away from the other end of the slope, a brightly lit camp appeared in his eyes. Under the bright light, the flag of the Zhengbei Army fluttered high. Next to the Zhengbei Army's flag, Yan and Pu, the two main generals, appeared so clear under the reflection of torches.

"The Second Head!" Martin Ki burst into tears for a moment. He tied the reins to his wrist and slapped the horse's butt with his other hand, "Go, go quickly!"

The war horse also saw the lights over there, heard the neighing of the same kind, and became excited. The four hooves seemed much lighter and ran towards the bright spot.

That camp was the army of Hongniang and Park Demeng who ran from Anqing. Martin Kim Ki was really lucky. In the vast snowy field, he had actually taken the wrong path and got the wrong direction. He was originally going to Anqing, but on the way, he had deviated from the direction and moved towards Lucheng. But just like that, he happened to run into Hongniang's army running from Anqing all the way to Lucheng. If he followed the original route, he would definitely pass by Hongniang.

Following the plan formulated by the governor of the Northern Expedition Army, Hongniang and Park Demeng rushed to Lucheng after taking Anqing, preparing to encircle Lucheng with Han Xiao's Guangchang Camp and seize the stronghold outside the pass. Halfway through the journey, information had already been heard. Yun Zhao personally commanded Guangchang Camp and had already taken Lucheng. The mission had been completed, and this march seemed to be relaxed.

Park Dem-meng was extremely happy, which meant that when he arrived outside Lucheng, he could directly lead his army back to the pass and participate in the attack on Yanjing. He had always thought that he had missed this magnificent battle.

The Hongniang was also very happy. She took down Lucheng. For her, it meant that she could return to Yingzhu Rock and see the home where she grew up. Especially the news that the messenger brought back, he had captured Sima Rui alive and brought this person to Lucheng made her feel even more happy. Sima Rui, the life and death revenge of Yingzhu Rock fell into her hands, and she could finally take him to Yingzhu Rock and peel off the skin and cramp to comfort the spirit of the thousands of brothers in the sky.

The Hongmao was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep. She sat next to the brazier in the big tent, grinding her saber and dagger all of a sudden. She wanted to cut off Sima Rui's head with her own hands to vent her anger.

"The Second Head!" Three-eyed Tiger bumped into her head, with a look of panic on her face.

"What happened?" Hongniang said dissatisfiedly.

"Markjinji is here!" The three-eyed tiger hands shivered slightly.

"What did you say?"

"Tonight I patrol the camp, and the whistleman came to report that he had caught a spy who came to spy on our military camp. When I went there, I found it was Markham Ki."

"Why are he going to take the Bailian Army here if he is not in Ganzhou and is doing well?" The Hongniang stood up suddenly.

"Second leader, I suspect something big happened. Mark Jinji looked like a beggar, and he looked very miserable. He was seriously injured in his energy and was unconscious. Now I placed him in my tent, summoned a military doctor, and was rescued." Three-eyed Tiger said uneasy: "I don't know what happened to the White Lotus Army, but actually made Mark Jinji look like this? Hey, it's not right!" Three-eyed Tiger suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"What's the matter?"

"If something really happened to the White Lotus Army, why didn't we get any news? Although we have been in the desert these days, the news about Xingling has never stopped. Why did they not mention this matter at all?"

Three-eyed tiger widened his eyes, "Markinki wants to come to us, so he can naturally go through the whistle and cavalry route of the Northern Army and replenish supplies along the way. How could he be like this? Second, Markinki wants to avoid these people and come to us quietly. This matter must be related to the Northern Army!"

The Hongniang felt a deep heart, looked at the three-eyed tiger, and shouted: "If you have no foundation, you will say nothing. Let's go and see the pheasant first, wait until he wakes up." She threw the saber in her hand and rushed out of the tent.

In the warm tent, all the clothes on Martin Ki had been taken off. Several pots of charcoal fires were swelling in the tent. The medicine was churning in the medicine jar, and the fragrance of medicine was overflowing. A doctor following the army was sweating profusely and carefully inserted silver needles into Martin Ki's body.

"How is it? There will be no big problem, right?" Hongniang looked at the haggard and unconscious Martin Ki, and asked the military doctor worriedly.

"General Yan, this person is running for a long distance, with wind and cold entering his body, and he is strong enough to support himself. If he hadn't had a good foundation, he would have been dead on the road. At present, he is also relying on treatment and seventy-point on himself. It depends on his luck." The doctor raised his head and shook his head repeatedly.

"I don't care about your three-point and seven-point score. If he dies, I will twist your head and let him bury him!" Three-eyed tiger grabbed the doctor and roared.

The doctor had no fear on his face and looked at the three-eyed tiger, "Thu, I am also a military vocation. It is the duty of the post of the post. Everyone wants to save lives, but doctors cannot cure their lives. Whether they can be cured can only be said to do their best."
Chapter completed!