It took Jia Hui another three days to get out of the Karakoram Mountains and reach its southern foot.
At the same time, a new problem faced them.
"Should we continue walking south through the mountains, or should we go north to the plains and fight all the way east to Luozuo?"
It was another night when the chief officers of all the troops gathered in Jia Hui's tent.
"General, I don't think we can take the mountain road anymore. It's almost late October, and winter has begun on the plateau. To put it bluntly, we might freeze to death in the mountains if we're not careful." Shi Yuanxiu, as the leader of the team The deputy spoke first.
"But what if someone sees us going north? If one escapes and goes back to report the news so that they can be prepared, it will be the end for you and me." Liu Wei was a little worried.
"Then what if it snows again? You are not always lucky enough to find a shelter from the wind!" Liu Li also disagreed with continuing to drill into the cave.
While everyone was arguing, Jia Hui looked at the suggested map drawn by Chaganbari and Asir, but opened his own real-time map in his mind.
This thing still has its uses.
Recalling the route he had seen of Junggar Khan's great strategy to attack Lhasang Khan, Jia Hui made up his mind.
"Silence!" Jia Hui's deep voice reached everyone's ears, and they knew that the general had made a decision.
"I decided to go north to the plains, all the way to the east, and run thousands of miles to attack the enemy!"
Shi Yuanxiu and others should be.
"Of course, to be on the safe side, starting from tomorrow, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the entire army will be out day and night. Okay, everyone will prepare."
The generals of each department also left Jia Hui's camp and rushed back to their respective troop garrison.
The tent finally became quiet.
Jia Hui lay in her sleeping bag and began to reflect on herself after a long absence.
Before, I really didn't have the time to think in the mountains and was focused on rushing. Now that the most difficult road has been walked, all that's left is to work hard.
I am still too idealistic and believe in my own plug-in too much. This thing is really useful in the Western Region, but in places with shelter, the practicality is not so strong. Thanks to a guide who is familiar with the route, if I still rely on cheats to run around like in the Western Regions, it will be over.
In future wars, a guide is a must!
The scene of Asr looking firmly at her came to mind again. Jia Hui got out of the sleeping bag and walked to the folding table, thinking well.
I want to turn this surprise attack into a play!
As for sleeping, what kind of sleep should I take? Anyway, I will start action tomorrow night. It won’t be too late to stay up until dawn and then sleep again.
. . . . . .
Night falls.
Jia Hui is conducting final inspections. Since we have to stay up day and night, we need to pay attention to things that we don’t care about during the day.
Although he has given his subordinates as much meat as possible and can see clearly at night, there is another problem that cannot be ignored.
Fall behind.
If you accidentally fall during the day, or if the horses and oxen are uncomfortable carrying supplies and need to tidy up, you are allowed to withdraw from the team to tidy up, as long as you catch up with the broken Shui Che in time, but at night, it is not possible to do anything in the dark. Sneak in secretly and don't even dare to light a torch. In this way, the probability of catching up with the team is greatly reduced. It's easy to get lost.
Jia Hui took out the string that had been prepared long ago.
Before going to the plateau, Jia Hui prepared a large number of strings.
Everyone tied the ropes tightly on their arms, and the soldiers had no objections. Just like the general Jia Hui said, listen to others and eat enough.
Especially this kind of matter related to wealth and life.
Jia Hui is going to try it out for one night.
I really can't think of another way.
Asr and Chaganbari led the way and followed Jia Hui in the lead.
The whole army was tied together, and they were a little uncomfortable at first, but after walking for a while, these highly skilled killers also figured out the rules and moved more and more steadily.
As for those who fell behind, those who tripped were pulled up by the ropes held by the teammates in front and behind. As for the supplies carried by the oxen and horses, probably because it took longer to sort out today, there has been no rearrangement for the time being.
After walking through the night without any danger, all the Heshuote outposts we discovered were destroyed by Ye Bushou who climbed up the mountain.
According to Asl, there are sufficient supplies in the guard post. It seems that the guard has just changed his shift. It is estimated that the next guard change will be about half a month later.
Another good news.
Surprise attacks are all about surprise, and the later they are discovered, the better.
Therefore, the worst estimate is that Jia Hui still has up to ten days left.
In ten days, they will face the interception and killing by Heshuote's remaining troops.
We must rush to the plains as soon as possible, otherwise we will suffer a lot in fighting in the mountains. The Heshuote and Tubo people are not familiar with mountain warfare at all.
The night passed like this.
Before dawn, all the nights are back.
The furthest point was ten miles away, and all sentries within ten miles were eliminated.
Jia Hui found a mountain col and set up camp to rest.
The tied method works well, so let’s do it for now.
Jia just believes that there is a better way, but there is no time to try other methods. As long as the vast majority of people can successfully get out of the mountains and reach the plains, then there is no need to change it.
After briefly recording today's march log under the rising sun, Jia Hui got into his sleeping bag and began to rest.
Jia Hui's nerves were tense all night, fearing that something would go wrong.
To be honest, this was my first time walking at night in a mountainous area.
Starting from Dihua, along the way, the lives of the remaining 7,000-odd soldiers were all on Jia Hui's shoulders, and there was no room for carelessness.
I have really grown a lot along the way.
. . . . . .
East courtyard of Rongguo Mansion.
Mrs. Xing is discussing Jia Lian's marriage with Jia She.
"Master, now that Lian'er is grown up, she has quickly prepared to get married. I think Sister Feng from the Wang family is the best girl. She is the direct eldest daughter of the Wang family, and she is an old relative who knows everything about her family. Her eldest son is the uncle of Jianguo County. , can be regarded as a high-level one.
The most important thing is that her father, who died young, had the reputation of being a civil servant. He was a civil servant, and it was appropriate for him to be civilized and military.
I really think Sister Feng is a good match for our Lian'er! "Mrs. Xing squeezed the elder's shoulders and put forward her own ideas.
The old man disdains it.
"A good match? I think you were dazzled by Sister Feng's dowry, right?"
Do you really think that Jia She has no spies in Rongxi Hall?
His father, a maid who served the old lady personally in Rongxi Hall, was his long-term attendant. He would soon know if anything happened in Rongxi Hall.
As the real master of Rongguo Mansion, he is not as depressed as in the original work.
The Dowager's dowry and the private house of Jia Yuan, the loyal military official of Rongguo, were all in his hands.
Don't live too happily.
Mrs. Xing became a little anxious upon hearing this.
"What are you talking about, sir? It's so pitiful that even though I'm just remarrying, I've been married for several years. Although I can't say that I worked hard, I taught Lian'er carefully, right?
The identity of my stepmother is here. If you are too close, you will be said to be harboring evil intentions. If you are too far away, you will be said to be abusing your legitimate son. How have I treated Lian'er in these years? Sir, you know it in your heart. How could I do it for With that little money, can Lian'er's marriage be settled? I really think Sister Feng and Lian'er are a perfect match! "
"Oh, is it really what you said?" Jia She looked at Mrs. Xing playfully.
Mrs. Xing had a bad feeling, but the atmosphere was here.
"Yes, I don't covet Sister Feng's dowry of a few taels of silver!"
Jia She opened his mouth and spoke sarcastically.
"Nacheng is the legitimate daughter of the Wang family anyway. She knows her roots and is barely worthy of Lian'er, so she is the one."
Mrs. Xing was about to laugh out loud.
"I see that you have been working very hard during this period, running to Rongxi Hall all day long. In that case, after Sister Feng gets married, she will be in charge of the big house."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jia She stood up and went out without giving Mrs. Xing a chance to speak.
Mrs. Xing really wanted to go back in time and pout her stubborn self.
It was less than three years since I married into the Rongguo Mansion. My foundation cannot be said to be deep-rooted, but it can also be said to be shaky.
Wang Shanbao's family can use his own dowry with confidence, but whether he can manage the house or not depends entirely on Jia She's words.
Now it's better, the housekeeper's power is gone, and there's no excuse to complain about her daughter-in-law's poverty and ask for some money.
However, Mrs. Xing still adjusted her condition.
No matter what, let's welcome Jin Huan... ah no, daughter-in-law to the door first. After entering the door, she can't run away. The days are long.
. . . . .
Jia She wandered around the mansion aimlessly.
Seeing the withered yellow leaves in the yard, I lamented the passage of time.
It seems like just yesterday Mrs. Zhang died of illness and she cried unconsciously in front of her bed.
Today, Mrs. Zhang and her only bloodline are also discussing marriage.
Jia She knew that it was wrong to blame Jia Lian entirely for his wife's death, but in this way he could have someone to vent to, which could ease his pain of losing his wife. He was very clear about his son's grievances over the years. But I don't plan to change it.
The eldest son, Jia Hui, had to fight for the rest of his life to get the title. The eldest son died young and had no blessings. The youngest son, Jia Cong, could not surpass Jia Lian to seize the title.
So, the title has been left to you, what's wrong with being a little aggrieved?
How many people want to suffer but don’t have this way?
Speaking of kids.
I also have four boys and one girl.
Jia Hui, the eldest son of the concubine, fought for the country. Since he was his first descendant and he was very promising, he gained a lot of face. Therefore, besides his eldest son, he was his favorite.
It's a pity that the eldest son Jia Hu died in infancy, and the second son Jia Lian seems to have no future in this life. Inheriting the title is the best way out for him.
As for the second concubine Jia Cong, he is too young to see anything.
The only daughter is weak and weak, and she will live a good life with her big brother watching over her.
A person who failed like me actually had both children.
Jia She laughed at himself.
That coup changed the fate of so many people.
Many brothers who grew up together in the East Palace either died or went their separate ways.
The only ones who could get together regularly were those who fled before the battle. They were also imprisoned by the party, and their future was ruined.
I can only be an old dude at home, slowly wearing away my former ambitions.
There were more and more fallen leaves on the road. Jia She was startled and raised his head to look at the yard in front of him.
Lixiangyuan.
The place where his father was raised and raised is also the place where he can enjoy the happiness of his family with his grandchildren.
Jia She ordered the courtyard door to be opened from left to right.
After the death of his father Jia Daishan, he ordered the place to be sealed up.
So except for the fallen leaves everywhere and the dust inside, it was exactly the same as the last time I came here.
Under the old willow tree on one side of the main hall, there is a set of stone locks randomly placed, and on the other side there is half a set of weapon racks, with only a few weapons placed.
Knife, spear, axe, whip, mace, club, spear, mace and a pair of short spears.
Jia She looked at it and was happy.
They are all smaller weapons.
The stone locks and weapons on both sides are specially made by the old father for his eldest son to practice martial arts. When the old father became an official and retired, one of his great pleasures was watching his eldest grandson practice martial arts.
Jia She himself had no talent for practicing martial arts. A Yanling knife and a spear consumed all his energy. Even the spear was just a showmanship. The only thing he could use in a decent way was the knife.
The father turned around and began to train the next generation.
Jia She picked up the knife placed on the weapon rack. It was one size smaller than the standard long knife, but heavier than the standard one and stained with rust.
This is for Brother Hui to practice his strength, and it has not been sharpened yet.
Jia She suddenly became interested and started to play, but his sleeves were too big and almost got tangled and hurt him.
Shaking his head and putting down the knife, memories came flooding back to him.
I also want to show my hand in front of my son and enjoy the adoring eyes of my son.
Unfortunately, something went wrong and he didn't play well with the knife. The old father angrily picked up the mace and was about to hit him. The good boy Jia Hui hugged the old man's waist tightly and told him to run away, but he was clearly laughing harder than anyone else. All happy.
The elder's face was full of nostalgia and happiness.
"Master, the old lady is looking for you." The voice from behind interrupted his thoughts.
"I know, let's go."
Oh, Huier, Daddy misses you so much.
