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The sky was gray on the day the army returned to the pass.

The mourning hall was temporarily set up in the largest drill ground inside the pass.

White curtains were hung all over the field, stretching from the gate all the way to the general's platform.

The coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall, and on the table were the silver spear and sword of the Prince of Zhenbei.

The incense and candles burned extremely brightly, their light flickering in the wind.

The soldiers took turns kowtowing from morning till night.

No one speaks.

The entire pass was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

The yellow sand pattered against the flag, then pattered back down to the ground.

Outside the mourning hall, soldiers stood densely packed.

They all took off their helmets and lowered their heads.

Some people were secretly wiping away tears, while others bit their lips until they bled.

The suppressed sobs mingled with the sound of the wind.

It was low and muffled, like a mournful sound seeping from the earth.

Xiao Fang knelt before the coffin, motionless.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were frighteningly red.

He was clutching a small medicine box in his hand.

That was what my father gave him that day.

He still remembers the tone of his father's voice.

It was stiff and unyielding, like issuing a military order.

"The wind and sand are strong in the north, remember to wipe the cuts on your face."

Xiao Fang didn't take it seriously at the time and casually put it in his pocket.

The medicine box was now deformed from his grip.

He suddenly realized that he had very few regrets in his life so far.

But this time, he truly regretted it.

His father advised him against acting rashly.

He doesn't listen.

He thought he could do it.

The results of it?

His father died at Pingge Beach in an attempt to save him.

He didn't even have a chance to say "I was wrong".

Xiao Fang closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He recalled that he had lost his mother at a young age.

His father was away fighting wars for most of the year, so they rarely saw each other.

Throughout his life, he had hardly ever experienced any love or care from his elders.

My mother is long gone, and so is my father.

From now on, if he makes a mistake, there will never be that person to harshly reprimand him again.

No one will ever again secretly sit by his bedside to apply medicine to him or cover him with a blanket.

He became a person who truly had no origin.

At that moment, funeral music began to play.

The big drum starts first, each beat like a hammer striking one's heart.

Then came the bugle calls, mournful and strained, sounding simultaneously from both sides of the drill ground.

Paper money was scattered everywhere.

A vast expanse of white, obscuring the sky and the sun.

They mingled with the yellow sand, swirling and falling down.

The entire pass was shrouded in a hazy, somber atmosphere.

It's unclear which general could hold back any longer, but he was the first to burst into tears.

He cried loudly and bitterly, as if he had blood stuck in his throat.

"Your Highness! How could you abandon us like this!"

The sound was like a firecracker being thrown into a pot of oil.

The entire training ground exploded with a "boom".

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness! How could you abandon us like this!"

"You promised to lead us into the Northern Hu royal court!"

The wailing and howling blended together.

Xiao Fang's tears finally fell.

One drop, two drops, and finally it trickled down his chin and landed on the blue bricks in front of the mourning hall.

He held the coffin with one hand and gripped the medicine box tightly with the other.

His knuckles were so white they looked like they were about to pierce through his skin.

Mingrui knelt behind him, clenching his teeth and tensing his shoulders.

After a long while, Xiao Fang slowly stood up.

He raised one hand and gestured towards Mingrui.

Mingrui immediately understood and shouted with red eyes.

"Raise the coffin! The Prince of Yingzhen is returning to the capital!"

The voice was hoarse, yet it tore through the sandstorm like a command.

The sixteen officers carrying the coffin exerted their strength simultaneously.

The coffin was lifted steadily.

White curtains hung down from both sides, and paper money continued to be scattered from above.

The army parted to make way for the mourning hall.

No one gave the order in advance.

But all the soldiers who weren't assigned to defense duties silently followed behind.

They followed behind the coffin, walking south step by step.

We walked for several miles.

Xiao Fang reined in his horse and turned to look at them.

The paper money is still floating in the air, and the sandstorm hasn't stopped.

The soldiers stopped and looked up at him.

Xiao Fang remained silent for a few moments before speaking.

"You should all go back; the pass cannot be left unguarded."

"Once I have buried my father and gathered enough provisions, I will surely return to fight my way back."

"At that time, we will march straight to the Northern Hu royal court and avenge the King of Zhenbei."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a powerful medicine, injected into the hearts of every soldier.

After a brief silence, all the soldiers who had followed out roared in unison.

"To avenge ourselves!"

"To avenge ourselves!"

Xiao Fang didn't say anything more.

He turned his horse around and continued south.

The funeral banners and paper money were carried all the way, as if to bring the mourning cries of the entire Liang Dynasty to the capital.

As soon as Xiao Fang left the northern border, the border troops' food supplies were completely cut off.

He is very clear.

If we use that grain slowly, it should last for another month.

It was because he launched a full-scale attack to pursue the remnants of the Northern Hu army that he exhausted all his resources in ten days.

On his way south, he had to first replenish the border troops' food supplies.

Therefore, he would set up camp in every city he passed through.

Whenever the troop stopped, Mingrui would take his token and go into the city to "borrow grain" from the local prefect or governor.

Our first stop was Pingzhou.

The prefect of Pingzhou was surnamed Liu, and he was a veteran official who had served for nearly twenty years.

When he heard that Xiao Fang's troops had reached the outskirts of the city, his legs went weak on the spot.

Others may not know who Xiao Fang is, but he has acquaintances in the capital.

This prince is ruthless; he even uprooted the powerful Prince Yi.

Is he, a mere prefect, even worth a single blow?

Sure enough, once they arrived at the city gates, they didn't even bother with pleasantries.

Mingrui went straight into the city and slammed a token onto the prefect's desk.

"The Zhenbei Army has run out of food supplies. We request Lord Liu to lend us some."

Prefect Liu bowed and cautiously raised his head.

"How much...how much do you want to borrow?"

Mingrui remained expressionless.

"The border troops cannot go hungry until the military supplies and provisions are allocated."

"Lord Liu, please make the necessary preparations."

Prefect Liu's face trembled, and he forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"This humble official will open the warehouse immediately! Open the warehouse immediately!"

He didn't dare to haggle over the price, nor did he dare to ask about the terms and conditions.

In less than two hours, most of the Pingzhou granary had been hauled away.

Prefect Liu personally escorted him to the city gate, bowing and scraping, his face still damp with sweat.

Xiao Fang didn't get off the carriage from beginning to end, nor did he say a single word to him.

The second stop was Xuzhou.

The prefect of Xuzhou had already received the news, and he personally set up a tea stall along the official road and prepared grain carts.

As soon as the group arrived, he led his advisor to greet them.

"Commander Xiao, the provisions are ready, totaling two thousand shi, all of them high-quality grains."

Xiao Fang merely lifted his eyelids slightly.

"Is this enough to feed the border troops for several days?"

The prefect stiffened, then quickly forced a smile.

"I'll raise more! I'll raise more! In three days... no! Within one day, I'll send another two thousand shi of grain!"

Xiao Fang didn't say anything, he just waved his hand.

The prefect felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled back to requisition grain.

Needless to say, the following stops as well.

Some are genuinely afraid.

Some are genuinely cowardly.

Others are simply afraid to gamble.

After all, even the Wing King Party collapsed so easily, who would dare to act tough in front of Xiao Fang?

The prefect opened the granaries overnight and personally escorted the grain carts to chase after Xiao Fang for ten miles.

Some prefects even brought out the grain they had stored for the winter.

Even more remarkable is Qingzhou, located to the north.

When the governor of Qingzhou heard that Xiao Fang was going to pass by, he simply set up a tent outside the city in advance and laid out wine, meat and grain.

As soon as the group arrived, he went to greet them with a wine glass in hand.

"Commander Xiao, I am guilty! I am late! I must also contribute to the grain supplies for our border troops!"

Xiao Fang didn't even look at him, and only said one sentence indifferently.

"That's very thoughtful."

After Xiao released Qingzhou, not only were the grain supplies replenished, but they were estimated to be 20% more than before.

General Liu, who was accompanying the group back to the capital to report, was not a talkative person, but even he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"In the past, when the prince asked these people to allocate grain, they would all make excuses and delay."

Now that the young master has made a trip, everyone treats him like a filial son.

Xiao Fang gave a cold laugh.

"They're not afraid of me, they're afraid of the knife in my hand."

The general nodded and said no more.

Border Army Camp.

In front of the granary, Deputy General Zhou Chong and the quartermaster stood face to face, neither of them speaking first.

The ledger lay open on the table, the last few lines of which were completely empty.

"The prince's revenge has been achieved."

Zhou Chong said in a hoarse voice.

"But our granaries are almost empty."

The quartermaster sighed.

"It will be at least twenty days before the next batch of military rations arrives."

There's not a single grain of food left. How are we going to survive?

Zhou Chong looked up at the hazy sky beyond the distant pass.

"At present, the remnants of the Northern Hu army have retreated to the royal court, and we cannot defeat them in the short term."

The real fear is that morale will waver, and chaos will break out on the border itself.

The quartermaster did not respond.

He didn't know how to respond.