Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

Qiao Ran nodded, thoughtfully.

On the way back to the palace after dinner, Qiao Ran suddenly said:

"I finally came to Northern Xinjiang, I want to walk around and see if there are any special medicinal herbs here."

Mo Beihan naturally responded immediately:

"Okay, I'll go with you. Actually, I was thinking that after I drive the Northern Desert Barbarians back, I'll take you around. Although there's snow everywhere here, the scenery in some places is also very nice. I heard that you can pick thousand-year-old snow lotus at the highest Snow Lotus Peak, but ordinary people can't get up there. People without Qinggong skills will easily be buried by avalanches."

Qiao Ran's eyes lit up: "Is there really a thousand-year-old snow lotus? Then I have to go up and look for it!"

Picking snow lotus is one of the purposes of Qiao Ran coming to Northern Xinjiang. You know, this snow lotus was very rare even in the previous life, and it is also listed as a national second-level protected plant and cannot be picked privately.

But in ancient times there were no restrictions at all, whoever saw it owned it.

However, the conditions for the growth of snow lotus are extremely harsh, and it is difficult for ordinary people to pick it.

Now that she has this opportunity, she naturally wants to go on an adventure and hunt for treasure.

only……

"Let's restock some supplies before we set off!"

Tonight the entire Beiguan city is brightly lit and families are celebrating together.

Under the bright lanterns of the shops on the street, Mo Beihan saw a hint of cunning on the girl's face and smiled knowingly:

"it is good!"

At midnight, when almost everyone except the sentries on the city walls was asleep, two white shadows flashed out of the city like ghosts and merged with the white outside the city.

Sixty miles away from the north city gate, the Beimo Army, which had been driven fifty miles by the Dingbei Army, retreated another ten miles before setting up camp in a large valley.

There are mountains on all sides here, all covered with snow, and only in this valley can you see a bit of green.

Inside the largest military tent, Niceby, whose wounds had been bandaged, lay palely on a tiger-skin mat, listening to a group of generals arguing.

The topic these people were arguing about was nothing more than whether to continue attacking Beiguan City or to return to the capital.

After all, the two teams' commanders were killed and injured, and the dead one was the second prince. They didn't know what kind of punishment they would receive when they returned.

The other faction advocated going all out to capture Beiguan City and open the door to attack Dai Viet, thus making up for their mistakes and finding a way to survive.

The two factions with different opinions quarreled fiercely, and the sound was very loud in the quiet midnight.

Nisby was shot in the right shoulder and was bleeding profusely. His face was almost as pale as the snow outside. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to speak loudly. He could only frown and watch these people quarreling impatiently.

In other military tents outside, the soldiers who had been chased like stray dogs during the day and were now exhausted and sore all over were sleeping like dead pigs.

There were not enough military tents, so many soldiers wrapped themselves in fur blankets and huddled together around the campfire to keep each other warm and fell asleep.

In the entire camp, apart from the noisy general's tent, there were only small teams of night duty soldiers patrolling back and forth.

There were howling sounds of snow wolves on the mountain, but with so many people and campfires, no animals dared to come forward to disturb them.

Just because animals don’t dare to come doesn’t mean people don’t dare to come.

Two white figures, taking advantage of the cover of the tent, flashed towards their target.

In the middle of the camp, there are several connected tents. They are not inhabited by people, but by carts of food.

Fortunately, during wars, food and fodder are usually stored at the rear of the camp. So when the Northern Desert Army was defeated and fled today, the food and fodder camp at the rear was able to quickly load the food and fodder that had been unloaded onto trucks and retreat first, so the loss of food and fodder was not much.

Now, there are several soldiers guarding the tent where the food and fodder are stored.

But they were exhausted during the day, and their mental state had been extremely tense the entire day. Now they couldn't hold on any longer and were feeling drowsy.

While they were half asleep and half awake, they had no idea that two foreign enemies had already entered their territory.