I started as an exile, and I relied on space to support my family of loyal heroes.

The prefect also wanted to cry. His house was also robbed clean. He saw the scene with his own eyes. He thought it was retribution and did not dare to let anyone in the prefecture tell anyone.

Who could believe that such a good thing could just disappear right in front of him?

Unexpectedly, it wasn't just his house that was robbed, but the entire Shiquan City was inexplicably robbed.

The prefect sighed and was about to discuss the theft with everyone.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted him.

"Sir, when I came here, I heard the people talking about the oracle from heaven."

"Eat his mother, drink his mother, the God King has come to Luofan City, you can get food if you go to the God King."

"What do you mean?"

Lord Ding frowned and asked knowingly about the outrageous word formed by the grain he saw on the street early in the morning.

When the drought is so severe, who would be willing to use grain to write on the streets of Shiquan City?

This is not something that can be done by one person. It is unimaginable to write on such a long street...

Should they prepare early?

"Shut up, how can you say such things so casually!"

The prefect glared at Lord Ding.

Of course he had heard about this matter. He knew it on the way to the yamen.

He has not yet decided whether to report the matter to the court, mainly because he is afraid that the emperor will suspect him.

Before Lord Ding could say anything, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

"Sir, something has happened. There are tens of thousands of enemy soldiers attacking the city gate! Request for support..."

The city gate guard ran in with sweat on his forehead and knelt down with a thud.

This frightened the prefect, and he hurriedly took his subordinates and soldiers to the city gate.

As a result...where are the enemies?

The city gate guard swallowed and pointed to the path next to Shiquan City.

"Those people all ran away through the small road. They didn't enter the city. They walked around the city, so there was no fighting..."

He had no idea what these people were trying to do. He thought they were going to attack the city, but they ran away without even fighting.

Fortunately, there was no fight. If there had been a fight, they would all have died.

The prefect looked toward the path and could indeed see the bumpy roads covered with horse hoof prints.

Even on the dry and hard dirt road, you can see horse hoof prints, which shows that there have been many horses running on it.

"I haven't heard that Brahma City and Xiliang are fighting again."

The prefect frowned in confusion.

Besides, if the soldiers were sent from the capital to reinforce Brahma City, why didn’t they go through the city, which would be faster?

"Sir, I saw the leading horse, it seems to be the king of the Arabian horses."

Someone among the city gate guards saw the Liehuo that Lin Yiran was riding and quickly reported it to the prefect.

The prefect's pupils trembled, and he instantly thought of the horses in the stables of his subordinates in the city that were all missing, and just outside the city, the horses that his subordinates had disappeared appeared...

All the horses of the big horse breeders in the city were gone, even the fodder was gone, and the grain in the granaries was spread all over the streets, with words of treason written on them...

The more the prefect thought about it, the more panicked he became. If the other party had such a stealthy ability, killing them would be a piece of cake.

Last night when all their belongings were taken away in front of them and I stabbed them, they didn't even have a chance to resist.

The enemy was so powerful that he could not contend with him. The prefect suddenly felt a chill down his spine, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Come here, that treasonous slogan must not be spread around the city. Anyone who dares to spread it privately will be killed!"

"No one is allowed to cause trouble. I will write a memorial to the emperor right now."

The prefect wiped his sweat and hurried to the yamen.

If all the horses in the city were stolen, it would not be a big deal, but if all the horses in the city were missing, that would be a big deal.

If the imperial army suddenly asked for war horses, what would he hand over to the court?

This matter must be reported immediately, the sooner the better.

The prefect hurried back to the yamen, and looking at the empty yamen, he was shocked to realize that he didn't even have a memorial to write.

In desperation, the prefect had to send someone to the city's bookstore to borrow writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. He wrote a letter and asked his men to deliver it to the capital at full speed.

After giving the order, the prefect remembered that there was not a single horse in the entire city, so he quickly asked someone to find a donkey and ordered his men to rush 800 miles to the capital to deliver the letter.

.........

Lin Yiran led a large group of people and galloped on horseback. Everyone's horse riding skills became more and more proficient.

After two or three days, both the new and old soldiers were able to ride one horse each. The reduced weight of the horses greatly increased their speed of advance.

In less than seven days, Lin Yiran and his group had arrived near Pinghe City.

The 800-mile express sent by the Shiquan City prefect on a donkey couldn't even make it to Wuyi City, let alone the capital. On the way, he came across a post station and wanted to change horses, but the horses in the post station were so hungry that their bones were visible, and they were not as fast as his donkey.

After three days of hard work and a hasty journey of 800 miles, I finally changed to a faster horse at the post station...

The scene of thousands of horses on Lin Yiran's side eating grass together was quite spectacular. Even the horses that were originally a little thin became strong with sufficient grass.

"Let's just go through Heihe City."

Lin Yiran looked at Pinghe City not far away and frowned slightly.

Pinghe City looked much more desolate than Shiquan City. There were only three or four listless soldiers on the city gate tower.

The number of refugees wailing at the city gate was more than half less than that in Shiquan City.

The closer they were to Brahma City, the more severe the drought became, and even if the refugees entered the city, there was no way to survive.

Those who had some foresight had already fled to the south with their families, and were lucky enough to be recruited by Lin Yiran.

Xiao Yunzhan looked up at Pinghe City.

"Sure. I have some friendship with the prefect of Pinghe City. I will go to him tonight to persuade him."

If you can avoid taking action, it is better to do so.

There were probably not many people left in Pinghe City. When he went to the capital, it had been dry for a long time.

After passing Pinghe City and then Pingliang City, you will reach Brahma City.

Thinking of the severity of the drought in Brahma City, Xiao Yunzhan felt even more heavy-hearted.

His subordinates are all in Brahma City. The drought is so severe, and I don’t know what happened to his private soldiers...

Lin Yiran raised her eyebrows and glanced at Xiao Yunzhan, "Okay, go check it out tonight, are there many horses in Pingliang City?"