On the third day of the second month of the first year of Chuping, a military brigade with fine armor and strict military appearance appeared under Wuyang City, which was swept across the Nanyang Plain and came to Wuyang, which brought some comfort to the frightened Wuyang soldiers and civilians.

Feng Yu brought not only soldiers, but also the food and grass that Wuyang urgently needed. Originally, the granary was filled with surplus grain in Wuyang City controlled by the Xun family. However, with the influx of large numbers of refugees who escaped from war in the north, these food was not enough.

In fact, even if the food and grass brought by Feng Yu was only enough to maintain the needs of the whole city's soldiers and civilians for one and a half months.

Shortly after Xun You and Feng Yu arrived in Wuyang, another defeated soldier appeared from the east. They were Yingchuan soldiers guarding the city Zhaoling.

As Xun You expected, Li Ju and Li Meng plundered around Linying for several days and marched southwest again. Yesterday, they captured Zhaoling City east of Wuyang. They were massacred and plundered by the people surrounded by the city, and only these hundreds of Yingchuan soldiers fled.

Upon hearing this news, Xun You's face became even more melancholy. Originally, Zhaoling and Wuyang were mutually supportive, so Xun You stationed some of his troops in Zhaoling so that the two cities could support each other.

Now that Zhaoling is lost, it means that Wuyang is an isolated city. And the remaining troops are not the more than 7,000 people that Feng Yu said before.

These hundreds of escaped soldiers, plus the soldiers and young and strong soldiers in Wuyang City, are now less than 5,000. Moreover, these people are depressed, and most of them are civilians who have no military combat experience.

Feng Yu's expression beside Xun You was calm, and he still looked old and confident. This calmed Xun You's mood a little calmer.

Xun You took out the seal of Wuyang Order, handed it to Feng Yu with both hands, and said solemnly: "Junhou, the thousands of Xun clans in Wuyang City, tens of thousands of people have entrusted it to Junhou."...

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In early spring, a layer of fresh green appeared on the field. A hare suddenly raised his ears and then slammed into the hole with a slight slam. After a while, two tall and strong horses ran past the rabbit hole.

But soon after, the two war horses also stopped, because there was a vague noise from the distance. The Zhuyang Army scout on the war horse held the reins and put a hay in his hand to look into the distance.

On the horizon about two hundred battles, dust was flying and crowds were surging.

In front were young and old wearing various clothes, and even women in their forties and fifties. Most of them held sharpened wooden sticks and bamboo poles in their hands, and a few held hoes and shovels and other farm tools.

These people are numerous, chaotic, barely forming a wide array, densely spreading across the fields.

After careful observation, there were a few soldiers with sharp swords and guns and distinctive armor mixed among them. Under the scolding and driving these soldiers, these people were expressionless and moved forward with difficulty.

Behind them was a flag-shaped sky, with a neatly arranged military formation. There were also large iron cavalry siege formations on both wings.

The two scouts looked at it. This strange "mixed formation" was overwhelming, with a sense of boundlessness. There were at least 20,000 people. At this time, the huge team was clamoring, and the banners were surging slowly towards this side.

The two looked at each other, then turned their horse's head and ran westward. At this moment, waves of iron hooves came from the right. Based on experience, the two scouts immediately determined that at least more than ten riders were rushing towards the other side. They then whipped the horse and accelerated their departure.
Chapter completed!