The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

The old man standing at the gate of Zengluan City, looking into the distance, was shaken and raised his head to look at the gray sky.

The young man in cloth next to him was also looking up at the sky. His face changed slightly and became solemn. He said in a deep voice:

"At this time of year, is there thunder?"

"Weird!"

"They say that when something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Isn't it a bad omen?"

As he spoke, he looked into the distance. A black line was moving. It was a group of soldiers and horses. They were gradually disappearing from his sight.

Not long ago, this group of troops came to Zengluan City with thunderous momentum. After quickly resolving the battle, they did not stay much and had been out of the city for some time.

The old man was still looking at the sky. After hearing what the young man said, he turned his face and gave him a white look.

"Young students, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

"You are a scholar, I'm afraid you haven't done much farming."

"Thundering at this time of year is unusual, but it is not a bad omen."

"On the contrary, it is a good sign."

The young man showed doubts in his eyes, obviously not believing it.

At this time, other people around the two people had gone back one after another, and laughter could be heard from time to time in the crowd.

The old man turned his head and glanced at the crowd, then gently stroked his beard and said leisurely:

"Listen carefully."

"Thunders in the first month of the year make the earth pile up, thunders in the second month make the dung piles up, and thunders in the third month make the valleys pile up."

"Do you know what this means?"

The young man didn't expect that the old farmer could say such things, and couldn't help but become more curious.

"Appreciate further details."

The old man continued:

"Thundering in the first month means that the year may not be good, either drought or floods."

"If the grain harvest is not good, there will be no enough food to eat, and then there will be fighting. To put it more seriously, there may even be a war."

"When people die, there are many graves, so it is said that there are thunder and earth mounds in the first month."

The young man nodded: "Well...that's true."

The old man said again:

"If there is thunder in February, there may be abundant rain this year. Whether it is the crops in the fields or the mountains and forests, the weeds will grow luxuriantly. The crops will be harvested well and the vegetation will be luxuriant. People and livestock will have endless food to eat. Rations.”

Speaking of this, he had a smile on his face.

"The more you eat, the more you poop, which is why there are piles of excrement."

The young man also laughed and said:

"What the old man said is quite interesting."

"From this point of view, the thunder in March and the grain piles must mean that this year's harvest is very good, and the grains will be piled up in the granaries, right?"

The old man smiled and said:

"Yes, you are indeed a scholar. You can understand everything at once."

"Thundering at this time is when the wheat is growing and heading. This is the scene we most hope to encounter."

He looked at the sky, and then looked into the distance again, even though the soldiers and horses had already left.

"This year must be a rare good year."

The young man nodded, but said hesitantly: "But this is probably a common saying, I'm afraid it may not be accurate."

Upon hearing this, the old man laughed loudly. He turned around and walked towards the city gate, but said:

"This proverb has been passed down by our ancestors for hundreds of thousands of years."

"There is only a long way to go, whether it is accurate or not will be revealed in the future."

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"What?! Did you see their people chasing after them?"

The wind was blowing and the dust was flying. A small group of soldiers and horses were running in panic on the road. There were only about a hundred of them. The leader looked pale. He looked at the soldier who reported the news in a panic.

"Yes, General, there are indeed soldiers and horses chasing you from behind."

"It just doesn't look like there are many. They might be scouts sent by Qin Ze."

"They found our traces and chased us all the way." The soldier wiped the sweat from his face and replied immediately.

"Damn it! I've already abandoned the city and he's still chasing me! This is not giving me any way to survive!" Qian Shouyi cursed angrily.

When he attacked Linbin City before, he felt that it was too difficult and he lost a lot of troops and horses at the beginning. For this reason, he made up an excuse that he fell from his horse and was injured, and did not participate in the subsequent siege.

Although I was a little reluctant, after all, after capturing Linbin City, I needed money and food, and the damaged soldiers and horses could be recruited again with money and food. However, due to this strange combination of circumstances, I was lucky enough to escape Linbin. The battle in the city.

In that battle, Chen Hongbo, Ding Momin, and Liang Gongzhi, who went to assist Ono Jiro, and the troops they brought with them all died in Linbin City. It can be said that the entire army was wiped out in the first battle.

To this day, Qian Shouyi still has lingering fears when he thinks of Linbin City.

Precisely because of this, he knew that the last reinforcements coming from Linbin City must be extremely powerful troops, and fighting them would definitely not end well.

After that, he returned to Cangyang City and escaped with a few soldiers and horses while the Fusang people stationed in the city were busy fighting.

He didn't think those Fusang people in the city could defeat Qin Ze's troops. That would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

I just didn't expect that in such a short period of time, they not only destroyed the city, but also sent people to track them down.

These days of escaping can be described as frightening. He has to take time to eat and drink. Now he doesn't even take the main road, but should take the small road, but he is still being spied on. This makes Qian Shouyi feel frightened and angry at the same time.

He raised his head and looked around. This place was deserted and full of vegetation. It was indeed a good place to hide.

"You just said that there are very few people they are chasing?" he asked in a deep voice.

The soldier nodded and replied: "Yes, General, there are only a few people in sight."

"Look again, see if there are many people behind you!" Qian Shouyi touched the knife on his waist and said coldly.

The soldiers left immediately. Qian Shouyi looked around, and then shouted, "Follow me!"

After a while.

In a forest, Qian Shouyi looked at the soldiers who came to report and said:

"Are you sure? Didn't you see a large group of troops behind you?"

"No, General! I only saw seven or eight cavalry. Those few people were dressed in black robes and came very quickly."

Qian Shouyi sneered: "Qin Ze really looks down on people."

"I know he wants to kill the Fuso people, so why not just send so many people to chase me?"

The next moment, his face suddenly turned red and he shouted angrily:

"What do you think I am!"

"If you want to kill me, do you really think it's as simple as stepping on an ant?!"

"Come! Stop first! Kill these bastards who are chasing me!"

"Yes! General!"

The soldiers immediately stopped their horses. Qian Shouyi spotted a big tree and rode slowly over it. Then he dismounted and sat down with his back against the tree trunk. He took a deep breath and said coldly:

"I'm taking a break here. There are only a few people chasing me. You go and kill him!"

"Kill them and don't leave today. It's getting very late. Let's rest here for the night."

The soldiers left immediately.

"call--"

After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Qian Shouyi took out the water bag tiredly. When he was about to drink water, he found that the water bag was empty.

"Oh shit!"

He threw out the water bag and leaned his head on the tree trunk, feeling sore and painful all over his body.

The evening wind blew through the forest, causing a rustling sound, and the crows on the trees screamed annoyingly.

Qian Shouyi frowned and looked up at the gloomy sky.

"Isn't it going to rain?"

"That would be troublesome...but please don't let it rain. I don't want to walk in the mud."

He breathed slightly as he muttered to himself.

This rare peace made him suddenly feel tired. Although the crows were noisy, it seemed to be lulling him to sleep at this moment.

His tired body was resting now, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed.

But only for a moment.

The sound of a fight came from the front, and Qian Shouyi, who was trapped, suddenly opened his eyes in shock.

But he didn't get up. There were only a few pursuers. Although he didn't have many men now, it was still easy to deal with a few people.