On the vast snowy field, a team of hundreds of thousands of people was slowly moving forward. They dragged cattle and sheep, carried their own homes on their shoulders, and stepped on a pitch-black, deep footprints on the white snow, like a huge python swam across the snow field.

Behind this giant python is less than half of the population, silent city of Kulun.

Some people kept looking back and looking at their hometown with tears in their eyes, but as they walked forward, at this time, Kulun City was almost out of sight.

This team is nothing else, it is the Neng people who walked out of Kulun City.

Under the leadership of the king, they could only give up their hometown and take all their family responsibilities on a slow journey. Someone kept murmuring with tears in his eyes: "Why should we leave? Can't we stay?"

Someone next to him sighed and said, "The battle is about to start, how can you not leave?"

"What are we afraid of in war? When have we ever been afraid of war?"

"well……"

No one can answer this sentence, nor do anyone understand why they can still occupy the entire Central Plains dynasty in the past few decades; after that, although they were driven out of the Central Plains in the first decade, they could at least stay in Kulun City. The Central Plains emperor, who was like the god of war, fought with the former King of Yan, and even once, they could even fight to the city of Peiping; but now, they can only stay away from their hometowns to avoid disaster.

The emotions of failure and decadence slowly grew in the hearts of everyone, as if there was a cloud covering their heads.

And this dull feeling made Munch almost unable to breathe.

He inhaled vigorously, and a low roaring sound from his throat, as if something was swelling in his chest and would crack at any time. The palace servant who was guarding the carriage immediately held his handkerchief and leaned over to his mouth. Monk was pale and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

The palace masturbated and did not dare to look at it too much. He hurriedly wrapped his handkerchief and threw it aside.

On the other side, the two court officials riding a horse followed the carriage and looked at each other. Although they had not been on horseback for many years, the Chinese people grew up on horseback. Although they were a little embarrassed to walk on the snow at this time, it was not too difficult to walk. Just looking at Munch's appearance made their mood heavier and more complicated.

The older courtier said softly with red eyes: "Your Majesty, we really want to do this, do we give up Kulun City?"

Monk gritted his teeth, swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, and then said weakly: "You still don't believe me?"

"No, how dare we not believe His Majesty, just-"

The old minister was reluctant to leave after all. He looked back and looked back at the Kulun City, which the people of the Nian had finally managed, and then looked at the Nian people who were migrating with their children and their families. Such migration was too cruel for them, especially in such a snowy and ice, where the front was dangerous and unknown, and they didn't even know where they could go.

The old minister said softly: "We just left like this, and we will abandon the huge Kulun City here, and everyone will not be willing to do so."

"Not willing..."

Monk's face was pale. He looked up at the sky blankly. There was no trace of light on the sky above his head, only heavy clouds covered the top of his head, as if a huge palm was shrouded on this boundless snow field. His eyes looked at such a sky and almost lost their spirit.

He sighed and said, "I am willing to do it?"

"His Majesty……"

"But I want to think about the whole country and the people of all countries."

Although his temperament has changed drastically over the years, he has become moody and even killed people. The people who serve him have changed wave after wave. These two court officials are with him every day, as if they are pinning their heads on their belts, at this time, he listens to his tone with a bit of indescribable sobriety, and even a little gentle.

The two couldn't help but look at each other.

But Monk seemed to have not noticed the surprise in their eyes. He only looked at the gloomy sky above his head and continued to say slowly: "In recent years, it has become colder every year. The Yan people are still in the Central Plains and are not affected too much - but I also know that their fertile land in several suburbs near Peiping has almost reduced production by half. It can be imagined that their lives are not easy. But the situation here is even more difficult..."

“…”

"The snow does not melt every year in April, but it starts winter in less than November. The grass can only grow for seven or eight months a year and it will be frozen to death. The stored food and grass can only barely survive the winter, which is not enough to deal with major wars."

“…”

"Now Zhu Feng goes deep into the grassland like this, he is trying to fight us to the death with the rations they have saved."

“…”

"Once the fight really starts, where can we get the food and grass support?"

When it comes to this, the two ministers also looked worried.

In fact, they are not unaware of these things. Monk's temperament has changed drastically over the years, not only because of the departure of Empress Xiu Yun, but also because of the increasingly difficult situation in the country. Even this dilemma is difficult for human resources to reverse, and it makes people feel even more depressed.

The younger minister whispered: "So, Your Majesty must take these people out of Kulun City? Then, why don't you tell them the truth, and save them from being so sad and being driven away by a whip."

Monk closed his eyes halfway and said in a deep voice: "If the people know this, it will definitely be in chaos."

“…”

"Instead of being here and letting the Yan people get the bargain, we might as well move out of the northern part of the world and find another place, so that we can leave this bloodline."

The old minister thought for a while and asked again, "But Your Majesty, can we still come back if we leave like this?"

Monk slowly opened his eyes.

His face was full of deep sickness, and even just opening his eyes made him feel a little tired, but he still said slowly: "The old emperor of Yan Kingdom killed many heroes before passing the throne to his grandson, especially military generals. Otherwise, Zhu Feng would not have easily fought from Peiping to Jinling in a few months. Although Zhu Feng could fight, there were not many military generals who could support the overall situation except himself."

“…”

"As for his prince, he is even a soft-footed sheep."

“…”

"As long as Zhu Feng dies, as long as he is gone, as long as he is not here..."

Monk repeated this sentence over and over again, as if he was chanting a mantra, and over the years, his love and hatred in this life seemed to be placed on this expectation like a mantra.

His eyes were originally a little dispersed, but at this moment his spirit suddenly gathered, his eyes were like sharp arrows shot, with indescribable cruelty and hatred.
Chapter completed!