Chapter 317 Rescuing the Uda Headquarters (2)

Song Liyun not only wants Han Ming to inform the Guards Office and the indebted security guard, Xue Zhuang, she also wants to strengthen night patrols herself.
If there is a shortage of manpower in various workshops, hire more people to be on duty.
In the letter from Song Liyun to Luo Baihu, she mentioned the danger in the Wuda tribe and the fact that she is already on her way to deliver the message.
If Wei can find a way, quickly pass the message through the people of Huangsha River.
As for the matter of Song Zhenping getting married, Song Liyun only mentioned it briefly, believing that Luo Baihu would understand her meaning.
After Wu Dong left, Song Liyun began to tidy up the camp. The cart was extended and widened with wooden materials.
With the help of more than ten people, the makeshift houses were quickly dismantled and loaded onto the carriage, including pots, stoves, and dishes. Everything was loaded onto the horse-drawn carriage.
In the panic, they failed to notice that no matter how they arranged it, there was always empty space under the tarpaulin of the carriage, and the wooden walls were not piled up into mountains.
Song Dekui led the well-fed horse that had been kept in the stable for three days to hitch it to the carriage.
The greenish-blue horses have shiny and lustrous fur, holding their heads high in excitement. The gentle chestnut horse beside them is also eagerly pawing at the ground, its body bursting with explosive strength, itching to run.
The old salt, on the other hand, dutifully followed alongside the carriage, with his ears perked up.
Song Dekui harnessed the carriage, and Song Liyun sat in a vacant space inside the carriage.
Everyone set off.
Ten horses run in front and behind the carriage, splashing the snow that is a foot deep with their hooves.
The carriage controlled by Song Dekui races steadily, and after half a day, Lin Qingyuan's horses are already breathing heavily and slowing down, but the carriage continues without stopping along the way.
Especially the skeleton horse running in front of the carriage.
It looks like a gust of wind could blow it away, but not only does it run at a fast speed, but under its leadership, the Ching Chong horse can always pull the carriage to avoid shallow slopes and find the smoothest road.
The old horse kept running until it stopped at a depression, and Juching Horse followed suit and came to a stop.
Lin Qingyuan and Bali got off their horses one after another, and their horses were exhausted, so they untied the reins and let the horses eat grass.
可人还不能闲着，宋梨云接开马车上罩着的油布，让人搬东西搭房子。
林清远指着瘪着肚子，凸着肋条骨的老马，一脸惊诧道：“它怎么跑这样快，还知道方向？”
Bahrain is a steppe person who knows more about these animals than Lin Qingyuan. He looks at the old horse swinging its tail and gnawing on the accumulated snow, envy fills his eyes and says, "If the old horse doesn't die, it will become a spirit! In the herd, there is such a treasure, the horse king, who understands human nature!"
He had not seen the scene of the old horse gasping for breath a few days ago, but only saw the old horse now with smooth hair. Although it was extremely thin, its eyes were bright, indicating an abundance of inner strength.
Lin Qingyuan pursed his lips, he still believed that his White Dragon Horse was tall and wide, that's the good horse.
Song Dekui commanded several guards and Di clan members to quickly set up the board house.
Because there was snow on the ground, it took a lot of effort to clean up.
Song Liyun set up a big pot in the house and put in diced lamb, dried vegetables, and corn. She cooked a pot of flavorful meat porridge with salt, soy sauce, and chili.
In addition, each person also has a stack of dried biscuits to satisfy hunger.
The meat porridge is delicious and spicy, while the dried biscuits are soft and chewy.
On this day, all six of Lin Qingyuan's bodyguards were in low spirits.
They finally managed to escape the chaos of the grasslands and made it to the border of the Wu Dynasty. They were so close to returning to the warmth of their beds, but now they were about to enter another dangerous situation.
But they were the personal servants of Lin Qingyuan, so they naturally had to follow wherever their master went.
Even if one's mood is not good, after running all day and sitting down in the house, with a delicious bowl of food and a jar of strong liquor, everyone will show a smile.
After eating and drinking to their heart's content, feeding the horses and arranging for people to take turns to keep watch at night, everyone quickly goes to rest.
Song Dekui is still lying by Song Liyun's door, wrapped in a blanket. Under the blanket, he sighs comfortably, using it for the second time. He is still not used to it.
This is a sleeping bag!
Thin and soft, how can it be so warm and comfortable!
Tsk tsk tsk!
Truly worthy of being a gift in a lucky bag, truly worthy of being a divine treasure used by immortals, even lying in the snow, it doesn't feel cold.
The next day, we continued our journey after dismantling the tent!
Suijin Town.
Luo Baihu was sitting in a chair, recalling the military situation he had just received, his face changing between black and pale.
In the Mist Valley, the Third Young Master has gained the upper hand and is set to completely control the entire valley in the next few days.
However, Uda's headquarters has actually been targeted... What should we do?
All of our tribe's military forces have already been deployed, and it will take ten days to transfer soldiers from here to the Yellow Sand River.
It has been ten days, and my own barracks have already sent four hundred Thunder Character squads. If we still need to send reinforcements now, where can we find suitable soldiers?
The most important thing is to notify Lady Wuya as soon as possible...
Prairie, Song Liyun...
Lu Baihu suddenly remembered that Song Liyun was on the prairie and had just sent a letter.
He quickly found Song Liyun's letter, scanned it quickly, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slapped his leg with a slap and said, "Good, this girl has great courage and bravery!"
Song Liyun not only knows the news, but also has already rushed to the Uda headquarters.
Calculating the time, she left two days earlier than me and has someone to guide her. I hope she can make it in time.
Luo Baihu read it once, and then just noticed the hasty remark at the end: "If Little Sister's elder brother cannot return on time for the marriage on the twentieth of the twelfth lunar month, I hope that Lord Baihu will preside!"
There's no need to say... I will definitely help when the time comes.
Bao Linju, Han Ming and Song Zhenping are reading the letters.
Han Ming is very calm, and he has been doing what Song Liyun reminded him to do.
The ice cellar in the town has been built, and the ice collection is also in progress. The food workshop and cardboard factory are working day and night.
Even the beef and mutton on the prairie are being transported to the town using sleds.
Wan Da, the steward, came once and knew that the girl went to the prairie. He jokingly said that this was to make a big deal and he was waiting to make a lot of money.
Just then, Song Liyun mentioned that Mister Lin...
Han Ming furrowed his brow slightly: I have to go and have a good talk with Xue Zhuang tomorrow. I will definitely need to add some courageous soldiers for patrol.
This is just Song Liyun's speculation, and Han Ming does not plan to tell Luo Baihu.
Song Zhenping, Xiao An, and Hei Jin three heads are also reading the letter together.
Song Liyun knows that the brothers don't know many characters, so she simply says that she wants to go find Ashi and may not be able to attend the wedding.
自己已经请了罗百户过来当证婚人，韩叔也会准备上丰厚聘礼，让大嫂风风光光嫁入宋家。
宋榛平脸上一点喜气都没有，蔫蔫把信纸丢在桌上，歪身躺在炕上不吱声。
Getting married without grandparents or parents, and not even being able to bring back my sister, makes him feel very uncomfortable.
What makes him even more worried is that his sister has always been a concern, and there must be something more important that prevents her from coming back than his own wedding.
What's the matter... Is it dangerous?
How is Yun'er doing now?
Looking at the delighted Little An next to him, Song Zhenping gritted his teeth and endured the nervous anxiety in his heart.
At this moment, Little An was flipping the letter paper back and forth, facing the Black Gold Dao who was scratching his arm, saying, "Black Gold, do you think it's snowing on the grassland? The ink on Second Sister's letter has formed into clumps."
Black gold, grinning and shouting.