The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

Thus, Lu Qing also joined in and composed a small song for him to sing.

He hadn't thought that Huo Jing's voice would really be that much, singing in such a sorrowful manner. On this strange snowy night, he was definitely scared to the point of peeing his pants without knowing the truth.

There was no time to lose. The fire would eventually die down, and they had to act as soon as possible.

Early on, the spies had already found out that the food was in the biggest mansion in Dunhuang City, the Residence of Great Guardian.

Right now, the Dunhuang Garrison was already scared senseless. This was because the courtyard he lived in was already filled with people lying on the floor. A huge fire was burning around the courtyard, and under the fire, there was only snow and not a single piece of firewood could be seen.

Yu Mingchuan pulled Lu Qing and entered the warehouse without any obstructions.

Inside, there was a mountain of grain. There were also many things from the Western Regions. Just the grapes were already in dozens of barrels.

They were carrying in the food while Lu Qing was searching for the smaller bags. The small bags were basically filled with seeds. The ones from the Central Plains and the Western Regions were probably left behind during the transaction.

It was too late to identify what seed it was. Lu Qing just felt that food was important and that it was equally important. In the coming spring, if he gave these to Lieutenant Nong, he should be able to grow a lot of crops and improve their food supply.

Thus, under Lu Qing's strong request, the group of people packed the small bags again and took them away.

Half of the items had been moved away. Lu Qing wanted to look for more to plunder, but found a man and a woman in a corner of the warehouse.

The woman's golden hair was braided into countless little braids, but now they were all twisted together. It was hard to see her original face; it was full of bruises and swellings.

There was nothing good on his body. He was wearing what looked like leather armor. It was dirty and tattered, and his exposed flesh was covered in mud and dust.

If not for the rise and fall of his chest, Lu Qing would have thought that he was a dead man.

It was a woman.

At Hu Nu's feet lay a man with a head full of blond hair. His body was bloated and his face was pale and black. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

Yu Mingchuan walked over and pulled Lu Qing a little further back.

From a glance, he could tell that this Hu Nu wasn't an ordinary person. Yu Mingchuan recognized the feather symbol on her finger guard. With such a degree of wear, this Hu Nu must have been an expert at using bows and arrows.

As if she felt someone approaching her, that Hu Nu moved her head and slightly opened her red, swollen eyes.

"Save me …"

The words he spoke were from the Central Plains and didn't carry a trace of Hu Yin.

Lu Qing looked at Yu Mingchuan and discovered that he was also looking at her.

"Save me …" I can give you my life. " Hu Nu moved her finger and pointed at a dirty thing not far away.

Lu Qing looked in the direction she was pointing at. It was a small and exquisite bow, just that it was too dirty. It was unknown how it became like this.

"I'm not interested in your bow." Lu Qing frowned.

"Saved me …" My bow is yours. "

Lu Qing thought she didn't hear him clearly and wanted to repeat that he didn't want her bow, but Yu Mingchuan suddenly pulled her aside.

"It would be good for you if you came forward to save her."

This was a whisper. Looking at Yu Mingchuan's eyes which were shining brightly as if she had found a treasure, Lu Qing nodded his head doubtfully.

"Alright, come with me." Lu Qing picked up a small bow on one side and found it to be somewhat heavy. Upon closer inspection, the bow's texture was extremely strange. It actually looked very much like silver. However, it should be some sort of alloy.

Lu Qing handed the bow over to Hu Nu, who accepted it with difficulty. A smile actually blossomed on her face.

"My master, I, Berjitai, my bow, my life, are all yours."

As she spoke, Hu Nu tried to stand up but failed after a few attempts.

"Fang Jiming, come over here and lend a hand."

Lu Qing turned his head and shouted at Stone Face. She didn't like Huo Jing's slick character, so it was better if Fang Jiming used her.

As expected, Fang Jiming came over and picked Hu Nu up without a word, but Hu Nu struggled to get down and looked eagerly at the man on the ground.

She could not bear to leave her corpse behind. A good man would do it to the end, and then Luqing called two of his aides and carried the corpse away with him.

Afterwards, everyone left, leaving only enough food for the Great Residence to survive the winter.

They didn't walk fast on the way back to Jade Gate Pass because there was too much food and they used ox-carts. They were afraid that something bad might happen, so they could only guard by the side.

Fortunately, the Dunhuang guards were scared out of their wits and didn't dare to chase after the enemies.

After a night had passed, all traces of his existence had been wiped away by the heavy snow.

It snowed for three days and three nights.

The snow in front of the marshal's residence swept, shoveled, and shoveled, but it still had no ankles.

Lu Qing was dressed like a bear as he paced up and down the yard, directing Fang Jiming to make her an iron stove.

Taking advantage of the snow, they had already dug out several carts of coal from the foot of Mount Qilian, south of Anxi. Now that the snow had stopped, the weather was extremely cold.

Unlike a coal briquette, the top of the heating stove is relatively closed and a pipe is connected from one side to the other to discharge toxic gas.

He needed to boil water for cooking. As long as he took off the lid of the furnace and sat on it, it would be very convenient.

Fang Jiming, who had already learned how to use a bucket, took less than half a day to make a coal stove.

Luqing excitedly told him to carry the stove into the house and put the exhaust pipe into place. Light the fire.

In less than an hour, she and Yu Mingchuan were in their bedroom. It was already as warm as spring, and Lu Qing had thrown away the thick fox fur coat to one side.

This was what a person's life should be like!

After that, he saw Fang Jiming continue to work diligently, finishing two more stoves in just two hours.

One of them was brought down by Lu Qing to give to Mr. Sanshan and Han Shuo, while the other was carried away by Fang Jiming himself.

Lu Qing raised his brows and handed Bai Jitai over to Fang Jiming. He took good care of him. Lu Qing heard that Bai Jitai was already able to get off the bed and walk, and the redness and swelling on his face had also subsided quite a bit.

Yu Mingchuan said that Berkthai was a member of a reclusive family in the Western Regions. They did not belong to any country and appeared and disappeared like ghosts. However, they had been involved in the conflict between Shan Shan and Yu Tian a few years ago.

Bai Ji Tai might be a descendant of their family, but he didn't know why he ended up in Dunhuang and nearly died.

Yu Mingchuan also said that this family was very powerful. They were skilled in martial arts, especially archery, and were good at assassinations.

Hearing this, Lu Qing understood why they were exterminated. They were involved in the country's war and were good at assassinations. If they didn't die, then who else would?

However, she didn't mind having such an expert by her side. As long as it was convenient for her to use, she wouldn't mind what her family did in the past.