Le Wu spoke slowly, "I want to forget... I can't forget. I want to escape... I can't escape."

As he said that, he got up and walked out of the inn.

Yu Linglong asked, "Where are you going?"

Lewu said: "Go and forget."

Yu Linglong chased after him and said, "Take me with you."

Le Wu rolled her eyes, "You don't need to forget, what are you doing?"

Yu Linglong chuckled and said, "It's quite boring to walk around alone."

Two women with beautiful national beauty walked out of the inn, wearing monk's robe and coarse cloth clothes, but they couldn't hide their appearance.

The war on Kuizhou Road is still ongoing.

On this day, Zhao Hu led his army along the Peiling River to the outside of Delongwu County.

Longwu County is the only city in Peizhou except for Lewen and Peiling.

Although the Zhao army only led three thousand troops to arrive, the Xinsong Lujiao Army in Longwu County was panicked and immediately abandoned the city and fled to Qianzhou on the east side.

Many soldiers in their army fled from Peiling City, and they really didn't have the confidence to fight with the Song Dynasty Feilong Army again.

Zhao Hu took down Dragon Martial without any effort.

The national flag of Song Dynasty was erected at the head of Longwu County.

Peizhou has restored the hands of the Great Song Dynasty.

Later, Yue Peng also led his army to Longhua, and the entire territory of the Nanping army was also recovered.

The bear howling army in the city fled to Leyuan, Zhenzhou.

In a short period of time, the Song Dynasty recaptured the three prefectures and seven cities one after another, and it was unstoppable.

Everyone in the New Song army in Kuizhou was in danger.

Good news spread frequently in Changsha.

I'm afraid no one could have thought that the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty could recover so many territory in such a short time.

Judging from this situation, it is possible that the war in the Western Xinjiang region of the Song Dynasty might have ended before the war in the Northern Xinjiang region ended.

Changsha City is full of joy again.

However, Zhao Dongting only recorded the military merits of each army in the book and pressed them not to be recorded.

It's not time to celebrate now.

Because the entire Song Dynasty was still in a state of being invaded.

Lin'an has not yet returned.

His reply to the armies was only about twenty words. I was very happy to be good at fighting and continued to work hard. I look forward to the rest of my life.

Shilong County, Huazhou, Guangnan West Road.

The prefectural government office is located in the middle of the inner city and covers a very wide area.

Since Zhao Dongting implemented the new policy, except for the various yamen in the Song Dynasty, which had many officials such as social security, supervision, and punishment, the rest of the yamen were in the yamen of the State Council.

Many prefectures in the Song Dynasty were no longer the same as before, only the county magistrate or the chief official were in charge of all matters.

At this moment, the governor of Huazhou, Song Bitao, sat in his own room, reviewing the official documents.

There were thick official documents piled up on the desk in front of him, but most of them were covered with red marks.

This general who once served as a grain transport officer in the army was quite good at handling government affairs. Since he was in charge of Huazhou, no chaos has occurred in Huazhou.

"Master of the State!"

Outside the door, a shout suddenly sounded.

Song Bitao, with a national face, looked up and said, "Enter!"

After being an official for several years, he was more like a civil servant, and his face already had a not-so-slight official power.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray robe walked into the house until Song Bitao approached, "There is a letter to the palace!"

The man with gray robe with swordsman's temple was slightly bulging. It can be seen that he was a master who had achieved some internal skills, but he was a tribute to the Anwei Hall of Wuding Hall.

Zhao Dongting brought Zhu Zongyao to set up the Anwei Hall to protect the ministers in the court. The rank of the magistrate is no longer low, so he has a dedicated person to protect him.

"The letter from the palace?"

Song Bitao was slightly stunned and took the letter from the worshipper.

Since he became the governor of Huazhou, even if the emperor had any government orders, they had issued them through the transfer of the government, and they had never sent a message directly like this.

Realizing that things might not be simple, Song Bitao quickly opened the letter. As soon as he looked, his brows frowned.

There were riots in Huazhou.

This letter was written by the emperor, and although he did not blame him, it can still be seen between the lines that the emperor was a little dissatisfied with him.

Song Bitao put the letter on the table, was silent for only a few seconds, and then said, "Go and let Mr. He from the Social Security Bureau come to see me."

The worshiper nodded and walked outside.

Then a soldier hurried out of the government office and ran towards the Social Security Bureau.

Song Bitao frowned and sat in the room, secretly ecstasy.

He also puzzled him. In recent years, he asked himself that people's livelihood in Huazhou is constantly improving, and it is logical that there shouldn't be a mutiny among the people.

But the news sent by the emperor himself will not be false.

After a short while, a fast horse stopped outside the prefect's office.

He Busheng, director of the Shilong County Social Security Bureau, hurried to Song Bitao's room. When he entered the room, he was already a little panting.

Song Bitao is his immediate boss.

When Song Bitao saw him, he asked: "There are rioters in Huazhou. Why don't you know any news about this?"

He almost asked in a scattered manner.

He Busheng, who was about forty years old, was stunned and said, "Rampant people? Sir, where did you hear the news?"

There was some confusion and surprise in his eyes.

Obviously, until now, he still doesn't know about this.

Song Bitao's voice was slightly deeper, and he handed Zhao Dongting's handwritten letter to He Busheng, saying, "Your Majesty's handwritten letter, please take a look at it yourself!"

He heard the word "The Emperor", He Busheng couldn't help swallowing. He never thought that this matter would have come from the Emperor.

But I didn't have any news in advance, and I don't know if the emperor would be dissatisfied with it. If the emperor was angry, wouldn't it be like taking off his mere director's black hat?

He took the letter with some trembling trembling. After reading it, his face couldn't help but be a little pale, and then he said to Song Bitao bitterly: "Sir, I haven't received any news..."

Song Bitao shouted: "Then why don't you go check it quickly!"

"well."

He Busheng realized this and quickly agreed to run outside.

But at this moment, outside the house, he remembered a shout again, "Master of the Prefect!Master of the Prefect!"

The shouting was full of panic and was getting closer and closer, and it was obvious that the shouting person was running wildly.

Song Bitao's face became even heavier and shouted to the outside of the door: "Why is it so noisy?"

The dirty little official hurriedly crashed into the house, not caring about salute, and said to Song Bitao: "The disaster is wrong, the disaster is wrong! Some rioters forced themselves to break into the grain storage warehouse! The grain storage warehouse caught fire, the fire was fire!"

"What?"

Song Bitao slapped the table and said, "The grain storage warehouse caught fire!"

Now even his face turned pale.

The grain storage warehouse is where grain is stored in the city, and these grains are not just the food of the defenders and officials in the city, but also the food must be transported to the front line at any time.

Without food, what can the army on the front line fill its stomach?
Chapter completed!