At the west gate of Yuezhou City, Yang Shifan was organizing a mandate to evacuate. He could not continue to waste here and had to take most of the evacuation.

"General, it's almost done." Aide Shi Fang came over and whispered. They had already made arrangements near the east gate occupied by the Song army. Now they were confused by scarecrows. In addition, the dark clouds covered the moon tonight, will they be discovered in a short time.

"Retreat! Give me the order and ignite the fire at the second hour of the Yin hour, let them take care of it!" Yang Shifan could not hand over the city to the Song Dynasty intact. In some important buildings, a large number of flammable materials such as hay were piled up, and they burned it when they evacuated enough safe distance.

In this way, it will not only make it difficult for the other party to spend the winter in the city, but also block the other party's pursuit and allow them to retreat to Tanzhou calmly.

The Song army suffered a great loss in the battle when they entered the city, but as long as they took down the city, it was worth it. The east gate of Yuezhou City was already under their control. They cleared the city gate overnight and waited for the army to enter the city early tomorrow morning.

"Sir, it's time for us to write to the court." Murong Yanzhao looked at the slowly opened city gate. The end of this battle was decided.

Without the obstacles of the city walls, his troops were strong and his troops were twice as strong as the opponent. As long as he fought steadily, he would be able to occupy the entire city.

"Yes, I can finally take a breath." Murong Yanzhao took off his helmet, his gray hair, with a slight mess, fluttering in the west wind.

I heard that the wars of Fengxiang Prefecture, Western Shu, Jinzhou and Northern Han were in full swing. I hope that the great victory in Yuezhou could bring a rain to the anxious Song Dynasty.

Murong Yanzhao has always ignored the memorials and left them to Yuwen Su to do, and he is only responsible for stamping.

That night, Murong Yanzhao slept very well. In his dream, he saw himself, taking the title of Duke of the Kingdom and returning to the field. Every day, he raised flowers and plants, and played with his grandchildren, and felt uncomfortable.

"General! Something happened!" At midnight, Murong Yanzhao, who was sleeping soundly, woke up from his dream by a loud roar. He grabbed the long knife at his hand, sat up from the bed, and walked out of the tent. His years of military career have kept Murong Yanzhao alert at all times.

"What happened?" Murong Yanzhao's eyes showed confusion. His army gathered here, so there would never be any major variables.

"General, look! There is more than one fire in the city. The fire spreads very quickly with the wind, and it may be difficult to extinguish it." The personal soldiers pointed in the direction of Yuezhou City. In the dark night sky, bursts of fire lights could be seen, illuminating the sky above the city, and there were obviously more than one place.

"Hurry, send the order to control the fire and prevent it from extinguishing it, and separate other places. Yang Shifan is so cruel. Is this going to burn the whole city?" Murong Yanzhao felt unbelievable. Yang Shifan did this to want the people in the city to be buried with him for his defeat?

Originally, after Murong Yanzhao captured Yuezhou, he used Yuezhou as his base camp. Now he nailed a wedge in Jiangnan and then took it step by step. In this way, even if the war cannot be ended in the cold winter, there is no need to retreat to Jiangling City.

But if all the cities were burned down, where should his 100,000 army, plus tens of thousands of civilians live after the winter?

The fire illuminated the city of Yuezhou as if it were daylight. A large number of Song troops began to surround each fire point and remove all the flammable materials around ten feet.

"General, there is probably no one in this city except us." Yu Wen Su could not sleep with such a big noise, and followed Murong Yanzhao to the top of the city.

Looking into the city, there were only the firelights everywhere and the figures of the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty that were traveling endlessly. As for the soldiers of the Southern Chu and the people in Yuezhou City, they could not see any of them.

"Sir, we may be in trouble. Look at this house, there is no roof. Once it rains, we will even have a place to hide from the rain.

There is no one." Murong Yanzhao held his forehead with his hands. Could it be that he still had to organize people to repair the roof of the Yuezhou City?

As a long-time general on the battlefield, Murong Yanzhao led the famous imperial guards of the Song Dynasty. He had a heavy ideological burden and was not like a loyal and brave army. He could turn into a bricklayer by putting down his weapons, without any awkwardness.

"It is time to practice, and you have to prepare a place to settle down first." Yu Wen Su's face was silent. Not to mention the soldiers, the civilians were hiding from the rain and cold. Just say that there should be a place to preserve the food, grass and supplies, otherwise, the autumn rain will come back to Jiangling?

Continue to go south or west from Yuezhou, you cannot use the water transportation of Dongting Lake and the transportation of materials, food and grass to be mainly manpower and consume extremely people's efforts. The original plan was naturally to recruit people from Yuezhou City and the surrounding areas.

But Yuezhou City is an empty city at present, and the villages outside the city are also very different. Not to mention people, even dogs are rare to see.

What they have to face next is how to continue to launch a war. If they want to repair Yuezhou City, they will definitely not have enough staff to transport food and grass. Continue to go south without stopping. If it is the cold winter solstice and cannot conquer Tanzhou, they will have to retreat to Jiangling City.

"Guess, what does Your Majesty mean?" They could not decide this. If they were outside, the king would not accept the order, so they could only shout it. If they really ignore it, they would usually not end up well.

"Continue to go south." Yuwen Su knew very well that the man hoped that they would resolve the war in Southern Chu as soon as possible, and the troops would suppress Western Shu, and relieve Fengxiang's danger.

As long as the Southern Chu was resolved and Western Shu was attacked, there would be no long battle. Only the Northern Han Dynasty was left, and the Song Dynasty had no scruples and took the initiative to re-occupate the chess game in the world.

"Then I will write a letter to request the recruitment of the people and repair the Yuezhou City!" Murong Yanzhao made up his mind to continue the battle. As for the broken Yuezhou City, he would hand it over to the rear court to cook.

In Kaifeng Prefecture, Zhao Pu has been doing pretty well recently. He naturally knew that Zhao Guangyi went south. As for whether the news would be spread, he hesitated.

He had feelings for the Song Dynasty. Now the Song Dynasty is full of enemies on all sides, and it is hard to bear to continue to take advantage of the situation.

"Sir, there is a good news in Yuezhou," the official from the Privy Council stood at the door of Zhao Pu's public room to report.

The good news naturally went straight to the palace, and someone else reported to the Privy Council at the gate of the city.

"Yuezhou took it?" Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows lightly. Although Murong Yanzhao had a gap with him, he had to admire him. He was not disturbed by the court at all and had to take Yuezhou City step by step.

"Take it!" The official was very sure.

"I understand, let's go down first." Zhao Pu nodded. If it were usual, he would have to rush to enter the palace to congratulate him. Now, there is no need to go into the palace and all he can call him.

After the official left, Zhao Pu fell into deep thought. What was Zhao Guangyi's trip south for? He had to think about this matter clearly, then judge how to make things difficult for him.

In the palace, Zhao Guangyi was very happy when he first heard of the victory, but after opening the letter of the victory, he had a hint of sorrow that Yuezhou City had become an empty city.

This means that the extended front must be fully borne by the Song Dynasty. All the food, grass and supplies must be transported, which requires increased food, grass and grass consumption and young and middle-aged people, which is a huge burden.

In order to support Fengxiang Prefecture and Jinzhou, many civil servants have been drawn from all over the country. If this continues, public grievances will inevitably arise.

"Come here, Xuan Zhaopu and Chen Yilun, enter the palace quickly!" Zhao Kuangyin was unsure of his mind. He asked himself that this marching was not inferior to others. However, this logistics matter was not his leader. He was managed by these two people before, so he naturally had to ask for advice.

Zhao Pu, who was just about to pay the deposit, was blocked by his father-in-law who came to promulgate the imperial edict in the palace. He felt the hunger in his stomach and refused to go to the toilet and went to the kitchen of the Privy Council to find some food cushions.

Go to the palace at this time, it must be early to leave the palace

No, as for whether there is anything to eat, it depends on whether His Majesty has used it. He doesn't want to bet, and he loses the bet and is too hungry.

As soon as I arrived at the palace gate, I met Chen Yilun who was also rushing into the palace.

"Oh, Lord Zhao, you're here very quickly!" Chen Yilun smiled and he had sympathy for Zhao Pu's experience. We have worked together for so many years, but we didn't expect that Zhao Laoer, who grew up under their noses, was so unfair.

"The official family has an order, so it cannot be delayed." Zhao Pu bowed to the palace, his face as usual.

"Mr. Zhao, your Yuqing Pavilion is making money every day, and I heard you have to open a semicolon?" Although Chen Yilun is talented and has no shortage of money at home, he is under a lot of pressure now.

In the past, Mrs. Chen, his family was the number one figure in the circle of noble ladies in Kaifeng Prefecture. Everyone was trying to curry favor with each other, and every word was flattering.

Why? Because they are rich and generous, they naturally have many friends.

But now, the most popular one is Mrs. Zhao from the Zhao Pu family. In terms of wealth, Chen Yilun asked himself that within ten years, Zhao Pu would definitely not be able to catch up with him.

But the key is that people have absolute rights to allocate the goods in Yuqing Pavilion. The government and Zhao Laoer are just part of each other and don’t care about them on weekdays. Even if they care, who dares to ask for them? Isn’t that uncomfortable?

Yuqingge is the only legal purchase channel for Jianzhou Trading Company in the Song Dynasty. The items of Jianzhou Trading Company are the most intimate in Kaifeng. Especially in the circle of ladies, they are now eager for the new clothing of Jianzhou Trading Company in each issue, but the supply is limited, which naturally forms a hot scene of rushing purchases.

Jianzhou Trading Company said that every style of high-quality clothing is only available for more than a dozen sets. If there are too many, then what will everyone wear the same style?

These ladies even eat this set. The more they do, the more they rush to buy it. Just like the Mrs. Zhao Pu’s family, who bought more than a dozen sets of styles at one time last time, said that this would not be the same as others.

I don’t know what those women think. Every time he goes to court, he wears the same clothes as a group of people? Just like now, his clothes are exactly the same as Zhao Pu’s official uniform.

Now even Mrs. Chen from his family wants to give in to the Zhao Pu family. For this reason, he has been complained a lot, and it is useless to have money.

"I want to open some things. My Song Dynasty is vast, and it is definitely not enough for only one family." Zhao Pu nodded. His mind is now thinking about Zhao Laoer and Yu Qingge's affairs, which Wei Wanshi was cooking.

"Then, can you allow Chen to join some participants?" Chen Yilun felt that it doesn't matter whether he makes money or not. The key is to control the supply of goods, so that he can boost his husband's principles at home.

"Mr. Shen, what are you thinking?" Zhao Pu gave a contemptuous look. He was like buying money. Who would be willing to spit out the flesh from his mouth?

"Well, Lord Zhao, there is no room for negotiation? I'll make this number? It only accounts for three parts of one of the semicolons." Chen Yilun stretched out a hand and flipped it in front of Zhao Pu.

"100,000 taels? Or you can ask the officials or the prefect, and see what they mean." Zhao Pu felt that this 100,000 taels was indeed a very good price, but why did he want so much money?

"Mr. Zhao, you are not interested enough." Chen Yilun sighed, how could he speak with those two people?

"Mr. Shen, you know that I am just a performer on the stage. Can I make the decision on such things?" Zhao Pu shook his head. If it was really his industry, it would be okay to sell some players, and he could quickly open the semicolon.
Chapter completed!