After breaking off relations, the prince's family regretted it for the rest of their lives.

Chapter 478 Very Possible

When Lao Ma and Liu Baizhong heard this, they both laughed out loud.

They all wanted to tell Chen Changan: "I'm not afraid of a fucking thing!"

It is an honor and a pride to be able to come to the territory of Western Xia in this life. The experiences of these days are enough to brag about for the rest of my life!

Whoever is afraid is a grandson!

"You are not afraid, but what about your brothers?"

Chen Changan shook his head and smiled: "While the Xixia army hasn't come to surround us, we can send our wounded away, or hide them somewhere, or go back the way we came."

"Tell the brothers, we are not not taking them with us, they have proven their courage, go back."

"Also, ask all the soldiers, and tell those who want to go back secretly that this is the last chance. We...will be buried in the desert."

Lao Ma and Liu Baizhong had a fearless look on their faces. Wasn’t it the first one?

Whoever wants it, take it!

The night was as dark as ink, weighing heavily on the camp, with only a few torches swaying in the wind.

Liu Baizhong and Lao Ma looked solemn as they shuttled between the various tents to pass on orders. Their voices were low but revealed unquestionable majesty.

Inside the tent, the wounded soldiers heard the news of the evacuation and looked at each other with reluctance in their eyes.

They really don't want to leave!

Although Xixia is desolate, it is the place where they made their achievements!

But the pain on their bodies constantly reminded them of the difficulty of moving, and every step seemed to exhaust all their strength.

They knew in their hearts that Chen Changan was right. Staying would not help the battle situation, but would only increase the burden and drag down their comrades.

Some soldiers with less serious injuries gritted their teeth and forced themselves to stand up.

Although his face turned pale and cold sweat broke out from the pain of the wound, he just groaned and silently packed his few belongings.

Those who were seriously injured could only stare on with their eyes wide open, their lips moving but unable to utter a complete sentence.

When the sergeant was finally asked who would escort the wounded back, the entire camp fell into deathly silence.

No one spoke, only the crackling of burning torches.

Everyone is prepared to die, who would want to quit at this time?

Liu Baizhong stood in the center of the camp, looking at the scene before him, feeling helpless.

He knew very well that the situation was urgent and there was no time to delay. After a long time, he could only sigh and force himself to pull out a hundred people from the team and forcibly escort everyone back.

Hearing the sobbing coming from outside the tent, Chen Changan felt sorry for them.

There is no way, we have to separate!

Not only am I saying goodbye to you, but also Zhao Qingcheng, Liu Ruge, Sun Jingyi... Oh, how did I end up like this!

There was no point saying anything until the next morning.

There were only about 2,400 people left in the entire team, and the rest had all left.

**An wanted Yue Shan to go back with him, but when he thought about the difficult way back, he softened his heart and kept Yue Shan by his side.

"Old Ma, get ready and chase after the Xixia people."

Hearing Chen Changan's order, Lao Ma was confused: "Master, you are not going to Hanhai?"

"go."

"Then why don't you head towards the vast sea, but chase after the Xixia people instead?"

Chen Changan shook his head and chuckled. Liu Baizhong said disdainfully, "Old Ma, don't you know what it means to be real when you are fake and fake when you are real? Lord Chen is deliberately passing false information to the Xixia people. We are going to form a siege with the guards of Yanmen Pass."

"Hide your strategic intentions and then launch a surprise attack, so that you can catch the enemy by surprise and attack them when they are unprepared."

Old Ma rolled his eyes: "How can you say that the young master can be a general? The young master is so powerful!"

Old Ma is just too lazy to think about it, Chen Changan said with a raised eyebrow.

"Since you all understand my intention, tell everyone to move forward at full speed." Chen Changan was afraid that Liu Baizhong didn't understand his order, "Brother Liu, let Yue Shan go with us."

"Why is this?" Liu Baizhong turned around, his face full of confusion.

If he was pretending to be following me, then I would have to run away. It would be inconvenient to take Yue Shan with me.

"Because of the horse-head fiddle." Chen Changan was also speechless and sighed, "Don't you think the horse-head fiddle is very smart?"

"We can't hide our plan from her at all. What if she uses some method we can't know about to inform others? What should we do?"

“So the best way is to give up some speed and bring the horse-head fiddle.”

Liu Baizhong gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

Old Ma sneered and said, "Master, I think we should not care about the origin of the horse-head fiddle. As long as she can cure Yue Shan, we will do it! Women will be convinced if you do it to them!"

Liu Baizhong laughed and said teasingly: "I don't think that's necessary. As long as Lord Chen uses his charm and beckons a little, the horse-head fiddle will surely fall into his arms."

The two old men laughed out loud. Chen Changan shook his head and said, "You guys really don't know how powerful the horse-head fiddle is. Tell me, why didn't the horse-head fiddle treat Yue Shan?"

Lao Ma and Liu Baizhong were both puzzled and looked at Chen Changan suspiciously.

"Of course, we can ask. Once we ask, it turns out that the wound does not allow it. But I have already asked Li Yuanhao. Now if we pull out the arrow, there will be no problem."

Chen Changan spread out his palms: "Then there is only one reason left. The horse-head fiddle must have another purpose. This purpose is even more important than half of his tribesmen. What do you think it is?"

This is a problem that has always troubled Chen Changan.

But you tell me, if even he can't figure out the problem, how can two stupid people figure it out?

"Ouch, why does my head hurt so much?" Lao Ma covered his head.

Liu Baizhong didn't understand this either, so he shrugged and said, "We don't understand these things, but I think Lord Chen can't handle the horse-head fiddle."

"Oh?"

Lao Ma couldn't believe it.

"You see, the women of our Chu people like money and talent, so Lord Chen can get along well, but the women of Xixia are different!"

Liu Baizhong shook his head and said, "People worship force. Whoever has the bigger fist is the boss!"

"Tsk tsk, I think Mr. Chen is dreaming about what he wants to do with the Matouqin!"

Liu Baizhong and Lao Ma left laughing, while Chen Changan looked confused.

Is this... a provocation?

Will it work against me?

Chen Changan raised his middle finger and continued moving forward.

They only traveled a few dozen miles a day, and Chen Changan camped on the east bank of Linshui at night.

The scouts had already been sent out. Chen Changan was not afraid of revealing his whereabouts or being known by others, so he ate and drank hard.

Yue Shan’s tent was only one or two miles away from the main camp. After dinner, Chen Changan led his men over.

"Master Chen!" The young man guarding the gate bowed to Chen Changan.

Chen Changan smiled, nodded and said, "Go eat, eat your fill, and come back to take over the shift in the second half of the night."

"Yes."

The reckless young man waved and left, and Chen Changan directed his men to take over the defense.

As soon as he opened the door curtain, he smelled an indescribable but very familiar fragrance. Chen Changan's eyes narrowed!

"Enemy attack!"

Chen Changan drew out a steel knife and slashed at the man!

The man waved his hand, knocked over the oil lamp, and slipped away through the gap in the doorway as gracefully as a startled swan or a swimming dragon.

It was only then that the soldiers arrived and asked, "Master Chen, where are the enemies?"

Chen Changan stared at the sergeant in astonishment: "Someone just went out, didn't you see it?"

"Is anyone out?"

"did not see it."

"Master Chen, did you not sleep well? Did you... have a dream?"

Dreaming?

Chen Changan laughed speechlessly. Could he possibly knock over an oil lamp in his dreams?

But seeing so many brothers present, it didn't seem like he was lying, so Chen Changan asked someone to light the oil lamp again, and the room was filled with the aroma of medicine.

Could it be that the person just now was the horse-head fiddle?

It's very possible!