"Do you want to go there, Tanlang?"

Wei Mei asked tentatively:

"Speaking of which, the position of Jiangzhou Sima is indeed too low. The Chinese Army Battalion Commander Shi has a greater authority and must be more powerful than Jiangzhou Governor Shi. But... it's too far away, so it may be inconvenient."

Ouyang Rong was quiet for a while, then stood up, his tone was calm but clearly audible to the whole audience:

"The front line is too far away from Jiangzhou, not to mention that if the war goes well in the future, the front line will be pushed all the way to the southwest. The distance is further, and it will be difficult to take into account the safety of the palace. If something like the false messenger from the palace happens again, we need to respond immediately

Someone made a decisive decision...This incident is disturbing.

"But I have to accept Old General Qin's kindness, so I sent Qin Yanqing here...

"I just happened to pick up the plan I made a few days ago. Now that I have a name, I will leave the city and go to the frontline camp in person to meet with General Qin."

Everyone who stared at Ouyang Rong with stern eyes breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement:

"good."

"Tanlang makes up his mind."

"Pay attention to safety on Tanlang Road..."

…

The next day.

After formal discussions between Xunyang Wang Lixian and Jiangzhou Governor Wang Lengran.

By order of Jiangzhou Hall, Jiangzhou Sima Ouyang Lianghan was sent to the front line in the name of escorting grain and grass.

In fact, Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang had already traveled lightly early in the morning.

Together with Qin Yanqing and others who couldn't wait, they returned the same way.

They first took a fast boat, passing through Jishui, Longcheng, and several Anran counties, and arrived at Hongzhou City a few days later.

Get off the boat and ride a horse instead.

Everyone hurried to the front line.

Along the way, Qin Yanqing and other soldiers were very kind to Ouyang Rong. They chatted frequently and occasionally asked about military affairs. Ouyang Rong answered fluently...

However, Ouyang Rong discovered that Qin Yanqing seemed straightforward and carefree on the surface, but his thoughts were tactful. He shouted "Ouyang Changshi" on the way, and Zhang Zhong, Qin Yi and other generals who were traveling with him also shouted together.

All the officers and men looked as if Ouyang Rong, who had returned together, had agreed to take up the position of commander of the Chinese army's battalion.

Ouyang Rong was noncommittal.

The Chinese army camp is temporarily located in a village in the mountains, which can be regarded as a temporary garrison.

Today, in the afternoon.

Ouyang Rong hurriedly arrived at the village where the Chinese army camp was located.

I thought that I would see Qin Jingqin's majestic figure in military uniform later in the warm tent with a huge sand table, pacing with his hands behind his back.

But before he could take a sip of water, he was pulled to an unexpected place by the smiling Qin Yanqing and other soldiers.

The group of people walked straight through the Chinese army camp where they were supposed to rest.

Ouyang Rong is dressed in a green and white undershirt, with a fox-white fur shawl wrapped around his neck, and is riding a winter plum.

Xie Lingjiang was dressed in red clothes, riding a rouge-colored horse with her head held high, walking in the same boring military camp. She was particularly conspicuous in the yellow sky and earth of late autumn.

The two walked side by side, their talent and good looks attracted a lot of attention.

They followed the steady-looking Qin Yanqing as he turned left and right. While they were confused, several people passed through Zhuangzi and came to a field at the head of the village.

He looked around curiously.

Upon entering, on the square fields of several acres in front, there were many burly soldiers taking off their shirts and shirtless, plowing the fields and helping the villagers sow seeds.

The golden sunlight shines on their dark or bronze backs, and there are splashes of mud everywhere.

It was all in full swing.

The autumn harvest has passed, and the white dew season has just arrived. Now is a good time to plow the land and sow the seeds before winter begins.

It may be that there was a break in the fighting on the front line. On a field ridge near the dirt road, Qin Jingqin, the general of Zuo Wuwei and the general manager of Jiangnan Road's march, was bare-chested, with a large group of young and middle-aged Chinese army camp staff officers assisting him.

The wise men and women moved forward together with the plow. The burly old man stopped from time to time, grabbed the sweat towel hanging around his neck, and wiped the sweat.

Ouyang Rong looked slightly startled when he looked at one of the most powerful warriors in the dynasty who was working like a farmer on the field ridge.

It was as if I saw him from a long distance away.

"Liang Han? Come and help me."

The old man waved his hand.

He seemed to smile at him.

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses, and without saying a word, he took off his Confucian shirt and outer robe and threw it to Xie Lingjiang. He also took off the snow-white and clean fox-white fur shawl around his neck, and carefully wrapped it around Xie's noble daughter in the autumn wind.

A small section of white porcelain-like thin neck with dancing sideburns.

He turned towards the field and plunged into the mud.
Chapter completed!