I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

In the chaotic scene, Huan Yi, Chen Jia, Wei Lang and Chen Jue looked solemnly at the tens of thousands of refugees around them. The air was filled with tension and challenge.

Huan Yi was the first to speak: "The situation is critical. We must quickly transform the Qihuo Army into the Northern Army, recruit the refugees, and provide them with a stable place to live."

Chen Jia nodded: "Register and classify first, give special care to the elderly, women and children, and select young and strong men to join the army."

Wei Lang went on to say, “Set up resettlement areas, provide food and shelter, and send soldiers to maintain order.”

Chen Jue added: "Organize training and teach military and labor skills."

The four men took immediate action, directing the soldiers to set up tents, build stoves, deliver food and hot water, and register and classify the refugees.

Some elderly, weak, women and children were arranged in relatively quiet and safe areas, with dedicated medical staff to take good care of their health.

The young and strong men were taken to another area for preliminary screening and training.

However, many refugees were filled with fear and anxiety about the future and were unwilling to join the Northern Army.

Chen Jia looked at the hesitant refugees and stepped forward resolutely.

"My fellow villagers, nowadays there is war and we have no place to live. But now we have a rare opportunity, that is to join the Northern Army. The Northern Army is not an ordinary army. We exist to protect everyone's peace and to create a stable future for ourselves and our families."

The refugees looked at each other, doubts still in their eyes.

Chen Jia continued, "You may be afraid or worried, but please believe me. If you join the Northern Army, you will no longer be lonely and helpless refugees. We will train together, grow together, resist foreign enemies together, and defend our homeland."

A young refugee asked: "We are just ordinary people, what can we do?"

Wei Lang stepped forward and said, "There are two ways for ordinary people to join the Northern Palace Army. One is to open up wasteland and cultivate the land. We adopt the method of farming and fighting. The elderly, women and children can participate in it, to reclaim wasteland and provide food security for everyone. The other is that people with skills can become soldiers of the Northern Palace Army and defend our reclaimed land."

Chen Jia went on to say: "We will arrange experienced people to lead everyone in the reclamation and cultivation of land. At the same time, we will also provide special training for those who have special skills, so that everyone can give full play to their own advantages."

At this time, a commoner asked: "The whole world belongs to the emperor, where should we go to open up wasteland?"

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang, and Wei Lang said, "In this chaotic world, the emperor can't take care of himself. We can capture the city and go to Qing to open up wasteland and cultivate the land. This way we can get revenge and have our own land. We have to fight for our future."

After hearing what Wei Lang said, the people began to discuss among themselves.

Someone said: "This is indeed a solution. It is better than wandering all the time."

Another person said, "But fighting is dangerous."

After hard work, Chen Jia, Huan Yi, Wei Lang, Chen Jue and others finally settled the people.

Chen Jia dragged his heavy feet back to the rest area. As soon as he stepped in, he saw Sima Fei'er who had been cleaned.

Although Sima Fei'er had been cleaned up at this time, the scars on her body were still shocking.

She walked with difficulty, leaning on a cane, and every step seemed to take all her strength.

The moment Sima Feier saw Chen Jia, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

That emotion contained resentment, helplessness, and deep despair.

She said sarcastically, "Chen Jia, you won. Are you satisfied now? Looking at my miserable state, do you feel very proud?"

Chen Jia frowned slightly and looked at Sima Fei'er, with a complex emotion in her heart.

She said calmly, "Sima Fei'er, this is the trouble you caused by targeting Gao Yan. During the trial in the Dali Temple, I told you that your actions will bring disaster to yourself sooner or later."

Sima Fei'er's face turned pale in an instant, and her body trembled slightly.

But soon, the flames of anger ignited in her eyes, and she refused to admit her fault and shouted, "No! That bastard Gao Yan should be torn into pieces! What did I do wrong? I just did what I should do. Why does Gao Yan want to retaliate against me?"

Sima Fei'er's voice was sharp and shrill, full of anger and unwillingness.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Chen Jia, stop lecturing me hypocritically here. Do you think you are nobler than me? You have also met Gao Yan, why did he only retaliate against me and not you? You are just luckier than me, and your life is just better than mine!"

She slammed the ground hard with her cane, as if venting her anger.

"This is so unfair! Why do I have to suffer this torture? And you can be safe and sound? I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"

Sima Fei'er became more and more agitated and began to curse.

"Gao Yan, this devil! He must not die a good death! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let him go! And you, Chen Jia, don't be complacent for too long. One day, you will also taste my pain."

The people around were gradually attracted by the intense movement and gathered around to watch.

Sima Feier cried and shouted that she was not wrong, her voice full of stubbornness and madness.

"You know what? I'm not wrong! It's all their fault! They all let me down!"

Just then, Yang Xiu appeared in time.

When Sima Fei'er saw Yang Xiu, she became even more agitated. She cursed Yang Xiu for not helping her and for not being worthy of being her husband.

"Yang Xiu! Look at me now. Can you bear to watch me being bullied by them?"

Yang Xiu's face was gloomy, "Fei'er, calm down."

Sima Fei'er couldn't listen at all. She continued to cry and shout: "If you love me, you should help me get revenge!"

Sima Fei'er's cries and curses were intertwined. Yang Xiu looked at the almost crazy Sima Fei'er, and unable to bear it any longer, he raised his hand and slapped Sima Fei'er hard.

"Shut up!"

Yang Xiu's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

Sima Fei'er was stunned by the sudden slap. After a moment, an even more crazy rage burned in her eyes.

In front of everyone, Sima Fei'er sneered, and her laughter was full of ridicule and despair.

"Yang Xiu, you dare to hit me? Who do you think you are? You just relied on my great military merit in capturing Gao Yan. Even your marriage was granted because you captured Gao Yan, forced Qing to withdraw its army for Gao Yan, and signed an alliance under the city. What qualifications do you have to hit me?"

Sima Fei'er's words shot at Yang Xiu like sharp arrows, making his face turn pale in an instant.

When the people around heard Sima Fei'er's words, they all showed surprised expressions and looked at Yang Xiu.

Chen Jia stood aside, watching all this quietly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Yang Xiu looked at Chen Jia anxiously, "Shut up!"

But Sima Fei'er didn't listen at all. She continued to speak loudly: "Yang Xiu, you are an ungrateful person. Now that you see my miserable state, do you want to abandon me? I tell you, it's not that easy!"