GBP Chapter 242 Feng Lindu
Chapter 242 Feng Lindu
Nalan Yilan led his men around the stone island and came to the river, preparing to start heading north from there.
At this time, Nalan Yilan was extremely anxious. He knew very well that Guo Zian's relentless pursuit behind him was like a sword hanging high in the air, which could fall at any time.
However, Guo Zi'an was chasing them closely, so they had no choice but to join the army and cross the river.
"Yilan, there are two types of military crossings: the upper military crossing and the lower military crossing. We are going to the upper military crossing, which has been controlled by people sent by Guo Zian."
The person who could call him like this must be a good friend of his, Yelu Feng.
Nalan Yilan frowned, full of resentment, and said:
"Then what should we do? If we continue heading north like this, we'll definitely be caught up by the thief Guo. Besides, none of those so-called upright martial artists in the Central Plains are good people."
If it weren't for those so-called people from the underworld who tried to stop them along the way, they wouldn't have been in such a mess. Thinking of this, Lan Yilan felt so angry that her teeth were itching.
"Let's continue south and go to Houhe River. People there often use sheepskin rafts to cross the river." Yelu Feng said hurriedly.
Lan Yilan looked at the hundreds of people he brought with him, especially the war horses, and couldn't help feeling hesitant.
How can we get across on a sheepskin raft? He hesitated, and finally sighed helplessly: "Well, all right, let's go south."
So, a group of people headed south.
In fact, Houhe is not far away, only about thirty miles away.
Guo Zi'an took control of the upper and lower military ferries where people could cross the river on horseback. More than 200,000 Li family troops were assigned by Li Jixian to garrison at Wujiabao, and the upper and lower military ferries also took control of some of the boats.
After all, if there was no control over the crossing of a 200,000-strong army, there would be endless trouble later on. Therefore, more than 20,000 soldiers had already crossed the Lower Jun Ferry, and the General Ferry was sealed off.
Li Xianchu was the Left General of the Li Family Army, commanding an army of 50,000 men. Qin Ke and Qin Ming were brothers, serving as the Left General's generals, and they were stationed at Xiajundu.
Guo Zi'an wasn't originally a Bingzhou general, but he was close to the aristocratic families of Bingzhou, especially the Wang family, known as the local tyrants. Driven by money, many officers and soldiers also served him.
Shangjun Ferry was a major transportation route at the time, so the Li family temporarily refrained from garrisoning there to avoid unnecessary disputes. Guo Zian only sent men to guard against Lan Yilan's men.
However, when he was going to Xiajundu, he was stopped by Li's army. There would be military operations later, and it was not easy to let outsiders interfere.
"Who dares to occupy the river crossing fortress?"
"They are said to be from Qin, but I don't know why they are in Bingzhou."
The general who came out of Shizhou heard that they were from Qin, but he didn't bother to care. He smiled and said to Guo Zian:
"General Guo, it looks like they're the King of Qin's men. They've occupied the crossing because of something urgent. Our men can't get through, so I guess the person you're looking for can't get through either."
After hearing this, Guo Zian thought to himself: If he is the King of Qin's man, it is indeed not easy to provoke him.
He thought for a moment and said, "That's true." So that was the end of it, and they still set their sights on the crowd heading north.
Shangjun Ferry was crowded with people, including civilians and caravans. Moreover, civilians and the military didn't have to pay to cross the bridge, and caravans could also pass smoothly by paying a small amount of silver.
Xiaguandu was a temporary ferry. Unless it was a large-scale military operation, no bridge would be built on the river. Hence, it was also known as Fenglindu.
When the remaining few hundred people of Lan Yilan rode here on horseback, they also planned to take Fenglin Ferry to cross the river.
Twenty thousand troops were stationed near the crossing, and troops were also patrolling the riverbank. When the centurion saw Yelu Feng approaching with a few men, he immediately issued a stern order: "Stop! Private passage is not permitted here."
Yelu Feng's heart tightened, but he still quickly clasped his fists and said:
"Master, some of my brothers would like to cross the river from here. We know there are large ships at Jundu that can carry more than ten war horses at a time. Could you please make it easier for them?"
The captain of the river bank came from Longxi, and Yelu Feng's family was also from there. Their accents were very similar, and the two of them immediately felt a sense of intimacy as if they were fellow villagers meeting each other.
The centurion heard the familiar accent, and the vigilance on his face eased a little. He said:
"Brother, it's not that I'm being lenient, but this military ferry has its own rules. If you let them go without permission, I'll lose my head."
The centurion was very conflicted at this moment. On the one hand, there was the camaraderie of fellow townsmen, and on the other hand, there were the strict military rules.
Yelu Feng quickly pulled out a bag of silver from his bosom, stuffed it into the centurion's hand, and said with an apologetic smile:
"Master, you see, we really have no other choice. In this chaotic situation, we are counting on you to show us a way out."
Yelu Feng was very nervous, fearing that the centurion would refuse.
The centurion squeezed the bag, looking a little hesitant, and said:
"Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, but if the higher-ups find out, my whole family will be in trouble."
The centurion was having a fierce struggle in his heart. He was torn between the temptation of silver and the threat of military regulations.
Yelu Feng approached the centurion and said in a low voice:
"Sir, don't worry. We will act in the middle of the night and no one will notice. Just pretend you didn't see it. I will reward you handsomely later." Yelu Feng looked at the centurion expectantly, hoping he would agree.
The centurion looked at Yelu Feng, then at the hundreds of people behind him, gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay, brother, since we're from the same hometown, I'll take the risk. But we have a deal, in the middle of the night when the moon is high, you have to move quickly."
The centurion was finally moved by the camaraderie and the money and decided to take the risk to help.
Yelu Feng nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, General, thank you, General! Don't worry, we will not delay."
Yelu Feng was overjoyed, as he finally saw hope of crossing the river.
The two chatted for a while about the recent situation in their hometown. Yelu Feng kept saying nice things, making the centurion smile.
The moon is bright in the sky, its clear light quietly covering the sky. The cold wind seems to come from the ancient glaciers, biting and cold, blowing lightly but firmly across the banks of the Yellow River.
The Yellow River no longer surges as majestically as it did during the day. The moonlight covers it with silver frost, and it flows quietly, whispering ancient secrets in the winter night.
On the shore, withered branches and fallen leaves rustled in the wind, a sound like the last soft song of winter. In the distance, a few sparse lights contrasted with the starry sky, adding a touch of warmth and loneliness to the cold night.
The light mist in the air blends with the cold river water, outlining a hazy and mysterious picture.
Yelu Feng brought Nalan Yilan and several hundred people to Jundu quietly.
The centurion had been waiting there for a long time and successfully got them onto the big boat. After ferrying them back and forth several times, he finally got them across the river.
In the cold winter, all things are sleeping in the silence and cold, only the unceasing flowing water continues its eternal journey, telling the story of time, tenacity and life.
On a night like this, the Yellow River has a unique charm, is desolate and magnificent, and is both awe-inspiring and intoxicating.
As the saying goes, there is no wall that is not ventilated. The fact that Lan Yilan had crossed the river was soon known to the people in Shizhou.
"Who are they? How could they let the Xiongnu spies go?"
Guo Zian was furious when he heard about this and roared angrily. But when he thought that the other party might be the King of Qin's men, he became apprehensive and did not dare to cause trouble for them easily.
"General Guo, the best way to stop them is to cross the river. They will definitely rest in Wujiabao and then leave..."
On the map, Wujiabao is located very close to Shangjundu. In fact, Wujiabao is a market on the west bank of Jundu.
That night, after crossing the river, the people of Nalan Yilan simply found a sheltered place by the river to rest. The next day, they replenished their food and headed north along the river.
After walking another forty miles, they still had to cross the river to meet their people.
But they never expected that Guo Zian's men would block them at Wujiabao.
Across the river is not the territory of Bingzhou. Guo Zian dared to come over because he was completely blinded by anger.