As the convoy continued to travel north, more troops broke out and conflicts began to occur. Fortunately, there were enough guards and Zongti was very experienced, so nothing happened. Then the calls for a diversion grew louder.
The originally planned route was to take the inner side of Zhiguan, pass Jianxing and Changzi, go north to Jinyang and Yanmen, and go all the way to Daiguo. After arriving in Jianxing, someone proposed to take a detour to the west to Pingyang, then go to the county to Shuofang, and then enter the state of Dai.
There were so many dissenters that Zongti couldn't suppress them, so he had to call the leaders of the convoy together for discussion. As a result, only 40% were willing to go north along the original route.
Yang Anxuan went to Changzi City under the pretext of supporting the eldest son of Yan. He mainly wanted to see the Hou Yan soldiers and horses who dominated the world, so he chose to follow Zongti to continue northward.
Outside Jianxing City, Suo Tan said goodbye to Yang Anxuan, and he was going westward with the cargo owner.
After refunding 200,000 yuan for traveling expenses, Zongti's face turned pale and ugly.
Seeing most of the convoy turning to the west, Zongti sneered: "This old man has been doing business for more than thirty years, so he doesn't know the dangers of military affairs. The king of the country, A Liu Dun (Murong Chui Xian's humble name), is a talented and strategic man who never sends troops to plunder and trade. We, Just watch out for broken troops as you head north."
Pointing to the caravan turning west, Zongti continued: "Those people diverted to Pingyang. Don't you know that Yao Xing just killed Fu Deng and dismissed his troops. These people have no livelihood. How can they let go of the merchants when they see them?" Pass."
With the number less than half, the guards became nervous. The journey became slower and slower, covering more than thirty miles in one day.
Yang Anxuan was secretly anxious. August would enter in two days. He vaguely remembered that Changzi City was breached in August. He didn't know if he could catch up at this speed.
Moreover, I have to rush back to Jiyang in mid-August to attend the final product gathering. Calculating the time, not to mention preparation in advance, it is hard to say whether I can rush back on time.
On August 1, the convoy arrived at the jurisdiction of Gaodu City. It was almost noon, and Zongti asked everyone to rest by the road. There was a small town not far ahead where they could buy food.
Yang Anxuan was biting the cooking pancake when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid horse hooves coming from the direction of the town. Zongti shouted: "Everyone, be careful and be on guard. Try to stand to the side, don't hold a weapon, and don't cause misunderstanding."
More than a hundred riders rushed out of the town, flying dust and covering everyone on the roadside.
Yang Anxuan patted the dust that fell on the pancakes, spit out the dust in his mouth, and continued eating.
Before one piece of cake was finished, the dust started rising again in the distance.
Without Zongti's reminder, everyone stayed away and watched the front vigilantly.
In half a tea hour, hundreds of horses appeared on the official road, red flags fluttering in the wind. The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, and the black armor of the soldiers on horseback was like evil spirits from the ghost realm.
Zongti took a deep breath and lowered his voice and said, "It's Dayan Iron Cavalry, please don't move."
The black cavalry were very fast, but the formation was not chaotic at all. Yang Anxuan paid attention to the powerful black cavalry. The riding skills of these people were better than those of his father's light cavalry.
The soldiers on the horse were all wearing two pieces of iron armor (1), carrying bows and holding swords. They could feel the threatening evil intention from a distance of more than ten feet.
Everyone watched the approaching cavalry anxiously, praying that these people would pass quickly.
The general who led the caravan reined in his horse in front of the caravan, pointed with his whip and said, "Which of you is leading the caravan?"
Zongti stepped forward bravely, stroked his chest and bowed: "Zongti has seen the general."
The man took a look at Zongti's outfit and said with a smile: "It turns out he is from my family. Let me ask you, have you ever seen a group of Qingqi passing by?"
Zongti didn't dare to hide it and said: "It passed a quarter of an hour ago."
The man lifted the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves and sprang forward like a sharp arrow. The knights behind him used it as a front, and the black torrent rolled forward.
After watching the cavalry leave, Zongti did not dare to stay any longer and called on everyone to leave quickly.
Yang Anxuan's heart moved. He vaguely remembered that when Prince Murong Liang of Western Yan went south to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, he was captured by General Pinggui of Later Yan Pingdong. The two groups of light cavalry just now were none other than Prince Yan and his pursuers.
Discussing with Hu Fan in a low voice, Hu Fan said: "If it is as predicted by An Xuan, we have missed the opportunity to contact Prince Yan. We cannot resist the hundreds of cavalry, so we should just wait and see what happens."
After driving for more than twenty miles, Zongti called everyone to leave the road far away and find a wilderness to camp.
The bonfire was flickering on and off, and Zongzi had to be careful with the guards who kept vigil. During the day, everyone felt uneasy when they encountered the Houyan cavalry. Yang Anxuan and others did not dare to take off their clothes and slept with their swords on their heads.
Before Xu Zheng arrived, the sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly. Yang Anxuan turned over and sat up. Zongti even whispered to put out the bonfire so as not to attract attention.
Contrary to expectations, the sound of horse hooves got closer and closer, galloping straight towards the camp.
The fire in the distance spread out like a dragon. Zong Ti saw that he couldn't hide, so he ordered his men to light a bonfire again and come out to greet them with torches.
By the light of the torch, Yang Anxuan saw clearly that it was the Houyan Qingqi he had seen during the day. The general at the head shouted to Zongti: "Vacate a few tents and prepare some food quickly."
The group of cavalry dismounted, and one of them took the horses to a stream not far away for washing. Zongti wanted to order help but was refused.
Just listen to the general's loud instructions: "You guys watch the prisoners and don't make any mistakes. Get some water, wash the prince's face, ask him what he wants to eat, and try to satisfy him."
Yang Anxuan heard this clearly and looked at Hu Fan. It was almost certain that the one captured was the Prince of Xiyan, Murong Liang, so the leader of the army should be General Pinggui of Houyan Pingdong.
Hu Fan looked around and whispered: "Let's see if we can find a chance to rescue Prince Yan."
Pinggui laughed at Zongti and said, "Thanks to your report, the general successfully captured the fake Prince Yan. You will be rewarded when you meet Lord Yan."
Zongti smiled and said: "It is a small man's honor to serve the king. The meal will be ready in a while. General, sit down and rest first."
Pinggui said in a deep voice: "There is no rush. Gather the people in the convoy and ask them not to move around at will. Hand over their weapons. There will be soldiers guarding them all around. You don't have to worry about the bandits."
Soon, Pinggui ordered the people in the convoy to cut down the trees and set up camp.
"Hurry up, if you haven't set up camp yet after a while, behead immediately." The bloody words were carried by the wind, making people feel chills.
Driven by swords and guns, whoever dares to disobey orders builds a simple camp before midnight.
Later Yan soldiers and horses entered the military camp. Although it is only a temporary and crude camp, it is still guarded by people, and people from the convoy are strictly prohibited from approaching, which shows the strict military discipline.
After the people in the convoy counted the number of people, they were handed over to Zongti's custody. If anyone escaped, Zongti would be killed. Zongti had no choice but to bring his cronies to patrol back and forth.
Hu Fan sighed: "These soldiers and horses are well-trained and disciplined. They are much stronger than the Jin army. If anyone among the Yan, Qin, Dai, and Liang kingdoms unified the north like Fu Jian, the country would be in danger." .”
Yang Anxuan knew that the direction of history was the confrontation between the North and the South. He just didn't know how his appearance would change history.
Since we are born ourselves, we must not let history run along its established track. Yang Anxuan struck the ground with his palm and said with emotion: "We must work hard to make the Yongjia tragedy happen again."
Hu Fan looked at Yang Anxuan with twinkling eyes and said: "An Xuan, that's good. Hu is willing to follow me and follow him around."
Yang Anxuan was overjoyed. He did not expect that this trip would win the approval of Hu Fan. You must know that Hu Fan was both civil and military and a man of justice. He was definitely one of Liu Yu's generals in history.
Stretching out his hand to hold it with Hu Fan, Yang Anxuan said excitedly: "Brother Daoxu, I will never give up on my sincerity. Anxuan should think of all the people in the world and work with Brother Daoxu to restore our mountains and rivers and save the people."
The red bonfire reflected on the young face, full of energy.
The night was uneventful. I originally thought that the Yan soldiers and horses would leave on their own the next day. Unexpectedly, Pinggui asked the caravan to follow them to Changzi City, saying that the Lord of Yan would have a reward.
People were panicking, and some people had the courage to beg. Ping Gui stabbed the man with a knife without saying a word, and the man fell in a pool of blood.
The people in the caravan immediately fell silent and obediently packed up the caravan to follow Hou Yan's troops.
Pinggui asked Zongti to clear out three bullock carts and escort more than ten people from the village. Those captives were driven into an ox cart with their hands tied with ropes, and no one knew which one was the Prince of Xiyan, Murong Liang.
Under the "escort" of more than three hundred Yanqi, the convoy headed for Changzi City.
During the noon break, Zongti found an opportunity to approach Pinggui and offered twenty taels of gold. Pinggui accepted it with a smile and said a few words briefly, but had no intention of letting the caravan leave.
Zongti came back worried and told everyone that General Pingdong meant that the Yan army did not carry enough supplies for this western expedition, so he asked the caravan to sell the goods to the Yan army.
Everyone complained repeatedly, and Zongti comforted everyone that the king's transactions were always fair and would not let everyone suffer.
How dare people not bow their heads under the low eaves? Everyone can only accept their fate. Let alone making money from this business, they are lucky to be able to save their lives.
As the Yan army moved together at a much faster pace, they arrived outside Changzi City at the end of Shen Dynasty on August 4th.
From a distance, I saw many sentry towers and flags fluttering. About 200 steps away from the camp, a horn sounded and a light horse rushed out of the camp.
Pinggui raised his hand and everyone stopped.
As the Qingqi approached, the leader recognized Pinggui, raised his hand in salute, and said, "General Ping, this trip is going well."
Pinggui smiled and said: "General Murong, Ping has invited the fake Prince Yan back."
General Murong smiled and said: "Very good, the king has ordered you to go see him directly when you come back."
Ping Gui led three bullock carts into the camp, but Yang Anxuan and others stayed outside the camp under the supervision of Yan soldiers. For more than an hour, it was getting dark, and someone escorted them into the stronghold.
Yang Anxuan noticed that the camp was built with a wooden fence, which was similar to the way the Jin army set up a camp. There were two long and short wooden fences with wooden planks to make passages, and the outer wall formed a parapet for archers to hide and fire arrows. However, there is a trench dug behind the fence. If you break through the fence and are not careful, you will fall into the trench.
There are sentry towers every ten feet, which are four feet high. They can monitor all directions from above and can also be used as an archery tower to shoot down invading enemies from a high position.
Arriving at the southwest corner of the camp, there was an open space for the caravan to be stationed. Yan Jun ordered them not to move, otherwise they would be killed without mercy.
Before the tent was set up, someone came to deliver an order, ordering the leader of the caravan to go to the King of Yan.
Zongti was surprised and happy, but most people were uneasy. Yang Anxuan was a little nervous and a little excited. Murong Chui was definitely one of the people he wanted to see after traveling through time.
As we walked further in, the guards became tighter. The leather armor on the soldiers turned into iron armor, and there was a grille in the grille. After layers of passwords and searches, we finally arrived in front of the king's tent.
The king's tent in front of him refreshed Yang Anxuan's understanding of tents. Under the night, the king's tent looked like a huge monster lying on the ground.
Several huge braziers were burning in front of the king's tent, making the armor of the warriors in front of the tent shine brightly. The soldiers stood silent like black pillars, with only the wind blowing and their helmets fluttering.
The lights in the big tent were bright, and there were thirty or forty people sitting cross-legged to have a meal. The waiters took out large pieces of fat sheep from the steaming cauldron in the middle, cut them into small pieces with knives, and served them on copper plates.
Yang Anxuan's eyes fell on the old man sitting on the dustpan in the middle, that was Murong Chui. His beard and hair were all white, and his hair was tied up with a band. He was picking a sheep bone with his head down and a silver knife.
Yuti hurriedly took a few steps and bowed down on the ground two feet away from the case. He said loudly: "Zongti from the west of Liao Dynasty pays homage to the king. I wish the king to be majestic to the world and live in peace and health."
Yang Anxuan and others followed Yuti's example and bowed to the ground.
Murong Chui raised his head, his thick eyebrows raised, his eyes staring like an eagle, showing a domineering air that looked down on the world.
After throwing away the bones in his hand, he reached out to take the waiter's silk scarf and wiped his hands. Murong Chui smiled and said, "Without courtesy, get up and speak."
