I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Although Lin Lin helped the south develop a lot, there were still many mountain roads that had not been opened up. In that era, there were no excavators, and roads could only be opened up by digging and carrying little by little by manpower. Therefore, except for some towns and villages all the way north, most of the roads were still mountain roads.

The endless and uninhabited mountains, the rugged and dangerous roads, the wolves, tigers and leopards that might appear at any time, and the natural disasters that occurred caused many people to die on the road.

They came across a water source on the road, and Lin Jin and Zhuang Buyin went to draw water to replenish the water that might be needed for the next section of the journey. After all, there might not be a place to draw water for the next long section of the journey.

"Did you guys travel so far when you were escorting goods before?" Lin Jin was holding a few water bags in his arms, while Zhuang Buyin was carrying a bucket in one hand. It was summer now, and there were quite a few of them. With only a few water bags, if they were lucky, they might come across the next water source before they finished drinking, but if they were unlucky, they might run out of water.

Zhuang Buyin was carrying two large buckets as if they had no weight. "Yes, but escorts from Lingnan to the capital are still rare. This time we mainly want to send Yang Muer to the capital."

"Yang Muer..." Lin Jin felt that making this special trip just to escort Yang Muer to the capital... It gave her a very strange feeling, as if Yang Muer had some mission.

Zhuang Buyin was honest and did not hide the truth from Lin Jin: "The Uighurs have been in turmoil in the past two years. The tribe is willing to use the saint girl in exchange for a friendly alliance between the two tribes, so that Daxia will be willing to protect the Uighurs."

The Uighurs were grazing on the border, which had always been dangerous. If a war broke out, they would be the first to suffer. However, after their defeat and surrender, the Uighur military force was no longer as strong as it once was, and they might not be able to resist foreign invasions. However, the army that was supposed to inspect the Uighurs last year has yet to show up.

The Uighur chieftain wondered whether Daxia thought the Uighurs had rebellious intentions and therefore abandoned them.

The Uighurs could no longer withstand another war.

Lin Jin was stunned. Yang Muer looked less than fifteen years old. Among the Han people, does she have to take on the responsibility of marrying a foreign prince before she even reaches the age of 15?

"Perhaps this doesn't require Yang Muer to exchange." Although Lin Jin had not spoken to Yang Muer, she felt that Yang Muer would definitely not like the high palace walls. "The Uighurs are now also the people of Daxia. Even without Yang Muer, Daxia would still protect the Uighurs."

She didn't know what the current emperor was thinking, but she knew Song Shiqiu. If the Uighurs were really in trouble, Song Shiqiu would definitely not turn a blind eye to their plight.

"Yang Muer is a very beautiful and smart girl. She will be unhappy if she is trapped within the palace walls." Even the harem of a wise monarch is full of intrigue. Not everyone can be like Queen Ma. After all, a woman like Queen Ma is also an extraordinary woman.

Zhuang Buyin smiled bitterly and shook his head. They all felt sorry for Yang Muer. "The Uighurs have lost a quarter of their able-bodied men in the past two years. The clan leader has sent news to the capital many times, but the troops from Daxia have not arrived yet."

Those were just some scattered soldiers invading. If it were a regular army, the Uighurs would no longer exist.

If they had not been unable to wait for the troops from Daxia until the beginning of this spring, they would not have chosen to send the saint away.

Yang Muer was unwilling at first, so he ran away to the south, but now he has come back on his own.

Lin Jin frowned. She thought this was abnormal. Why did the capital remain indifferent when they knew that the Uighurs were being invaded by foreign tribes? This was not Song Shiqiu's temper.

It’s so annoying. She doesn’t know anything about these things and can’t figure out what Song Shiqiu is thinking.

Sometimes you still need a little strategy.

Lin Jin tried hard to think from Song Shiqiu's perspective. Under what circumstances would she allow others to provoke her? Because she didn't care. She didn't care about anything. It certainly wasn't about not caring about the Uighurs, but about not caring about those foreign races.

"But why don't I care about those people?" Lin Jin felt as if he had thought of something, but it flashed by and he couldn't grasp it.

"Brother Lin, what are you mumbling about?" Zhuang Buyin quickly put what happened just now behind him. He felt that as long as the Uighurs sent out the Holy Maiden, Daxia would definitely protect the Uighurs, and the Uighur people would not have to worry so much.

Lin Jin smiled and shook her head: "No, it's just a bit of a pity."

So does Yang Muer’s hostility towards himself come from his hostility towards the Han people?

Lin Jin suddenly understood why Yang Mule disliked her so much. Perhaps when he saw her, he thought of the fact that she would be given to Daxia as an object.

The two men took the water back. Lin Jin gave a water bag to each of them, while Zhuang Buyin covered the bucket and tied it securely to the car. Only in this way would the water not spill while they were in a hurry.

Meilikang gave Lin Jin and Yang Muer each a pheasant leg covered with honey, which looked like a modern honey chicken.

"Mm, delicious." Lin Jin's eyes lit up. She originally thought that such a thick layer of honey would be too sweet, but after taking a bite, it tasted like sweet and sour sauce. "Why is this honey so sour and sweet?"

"How can honey be sour? It's seasoned with cranberry jam." Melikan laughed twice.

"A Han Chinese who has never seen the world." Yang Muer muttered in Uighur.

Mei Likang glanced at Yang Muer, and was relieved when he saw that Lin Jin didn't understand what Yang Muer said: "If you think this sauce is delicious, there are a few cans in the car, I'll get you one."

"No, no." Lin Jin waved her hands quickly. She liked the taste, but she didn't intend to study the food. "Should we stay in the mountains tonight?"

Mei Likang shook his head repeatedly: "We can't stay here. There have been bandits in this area in recent years. We have to leave as soon as we finish eating."

This area is too mountainous. Even if the government wants to take control, it is difficult to find the specific location of the stronghold in these continuous mountains. The terrain is not as familiar to the bandits, and it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is really not that easy to capture the bandits in these places.

They were escorting goods and could not take the official road, so they could only take these mountain roads. They were not very afraid when encountering these bandits, but because Yang Muer was young, they were worried that Yang Muer might be in danger.

Lin Jin looked at the military flag that Mei Likang and his men had taken out: "What kind of flag is this and what is its use?"

"Don't underestimate this flag. It's the flag of the Daxia regular army. Even bandits can recognize these flags. If there are bandits who see this flag, they have to consider whether they can afford to provoke it." The flag of the Yuanyang Army was in Meilikang's hand. It was a gift to the Uighurs when the Yuanyang Army was first formed and trained there.

Nowadays, everyone in Daxia knows the name of the Mandarin Duck Army. After all, a female army has won one victory after another. How can it not be surprising?

"So that's how it is." Lin Jin suddenly realized. If you encounter a escort car with a flag, it means that there is a backer behind the escort car. If you think you can afford to provoke it, then rob it. If you can't afford to provoke it, then stay away.

She looked at the other flag: "What about this one?"

"This is the flag of the Prince of Jin. It was given to us by the Princess of Jin when we were escorting in the south." Mei Likang took out all the flags he could, with a proud look on his face. "Only our escort agency can take out so many flags on this road."

Lin Jin also laughed, but felt a little disappointed in her heart: "Then thank you brothers for taking me with you."

It’s Lin Lin again.