Mo Xiuyao gently rubbed Ye Li's face and smiled, "He doesn't want to fight for me, he just wants my life." Yelu Ye was still thinking about going back to Beirong to compete for the position of King of Beirong for Yelu Hong, how could he fight with Mo Xiuyao? Unfortunately, there are more people in this world who want Mo Xiuyao's life, but Mo Xiuyao is still alive and is getting more and more comfortable as he lives.

"Yelu Hong and Princess Ronghua have gone back?" Ye Li asked.

Mo Xiuyao nodded and said, "No, but Helian Zhen has arrived. He also brought 800,000 troops here. Now there are at least 1.3 million people in the Beirong Camp."

"So many?" Ye Li frowned slightly. No wonder Mo Xiuyao said that he had not seen any achievements for so long. Not to mention the soldiers and horses of Da Chu that were recovered from the Ding Palace, the elite troops of the Mo family were less than one million to treat diseases, and they had to guard all over the country. In terms of military and horses, they could not compete with the Northern Rong.

Mo Xiuyao smiled coldly and said, "The more you come, the better. I promised Yelu Hong that he would not move his Beirong Foundation, but they would not go back if they came into the pass by themselves." Looking at the murderous aura flashing across Mo Xiuyao's face, Ye Li kissed his cold cheek with mercy and said softly: "Don't worry, we will avenge our elder brother."

Mo Xiuyao nodded, "Ali, thank you."

The two led their horses down the small valley, but at the foot of the mountain was a small village. However, they saw that the villagers' eyes were dim and thin as bones, and their ragged clothes were unbearable to see. Thinking of the people under the rule of the Ding Prince's Mansion in the northwest, they lived and worked hard and had enough food and clothing. When looking at these tired and desperate people, Ye Li couldn't help but feel a little sore.

Seeing her looking at those people in a daze, Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but sigh softly, hugged her in his arms and promised in a low voice: "We will definitely solve the Beirong people as soon as possible." Ye Li said with some confusion: "Why don't these people leave here?"

Mo Xiuyao shook his head and said, "Where can you go if you leave here? Even if the Ding Palace can accommodate them, many people starved to death on the way far away. What's more,... the narrow northwest can accommodate so many people. Where can we stay today? Even if we escape to the south, the south will be equally uneasy. There are also many elderly, young, women and children. On the one hand, they are hard to leave their hometowns, and on the other hand, they do not have the ability to go so far. The same is true for this village. If young people either join the army or flee, they are left with some elderly people who cannot leave and young and helpless children. They are already lucky. Most of the people in the north were killed when the Beirong army invaded the pass. Such a village is everywhere..." When they said this, Mo Xiuyao couldn't help feeling a little sad.

When the Northern Rong invaded Da Chu, he was planning to attack Xiling, and there were naturally no troops in the northwest to support Da Chu to resist Beirong. Although the Ding Palace had already cut off the grace and righteousness of Da Chu at that time, there was no fault in his reputation. However, facing these sad and treacherous people, Mo Xiuyao's heart was not iron-clad, and he could not help but feel guilty.

"Two... are the two of you Your Highness, Prince Ding and the Princess?" The two walked along the horses, and an old voice suddenly came from the side of the road. They looked closely and saw a white-haired and ragged hero in his seventies on the side of the road, staring at the two of them tremblingly with a wooden stick.

Mo Xiuyao looked at the old man silently for a while before asking, "How did you know?"

The old man said excitedly: "I heard that His Highness Ding is in his prime but has white hair... and the old man has also heard that the King Ding's military camp is dozens of miles away. Prince, Princess... Please save the people of our Great Chu." As he said that, the old man tilted his wooden stick and knelt on the ground, crying. Several villagers not far away also heard the old man's words, and hurried over and knelt on the ground in a short while, each of them cried bitterly.

Ye Li looked around and found that it was true that the people present were either the old man in his sixties or seventies, the children of a few years old, and the women and children. Except for the ignorant children, everyone had deep sadness on their faces. They looked at Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao but with a little hope.

Ye Li leaned over and helped the old man in the head up, and was speechless for a moment.

He looked at Mo Xiuyao in a slight and was speechless when he saw him, Ye Li said softly: "Old man, are you willing to leave here?" The old man shook his head and said: "We are all half-body buried in the soil, where can we go? I just hope that the prince and the princess can drive the thieves out so that we can avenge so many of our tragic deaths, so that we ignorant children can grow up safely. We old guys will die if we die..."

Seeing these people's faces were pale and pale, Ye Li knew how difficult life was. She sighed and said, "Let me go back and let me send some food. Winter will begin in two months. But if you can, you should move some to the back. When the autumn harvest is coming, the soldiers of the Beirong will definitely come out to grab the food. In a few days, the two armies will be more uneasy here when they fight."

"This..." The old man hesitated. Their village is closest to the front line of the two armies and is indeed often harassed by the Beirong people. Fortunately, the Beirong people are no longer killed when they first entered the pass. But where can they go when they are old and powerless or young and ignorant?

Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice: "There are several villages sixty miles away, and there are not many people now. You can live there, and the front line will not move backwards. You can live with confidence. The King of Japan in Ming sent someone to escort you over." Mo Xiuyao's words were equivalent to promising that no matter what the war was ahead, as long as the Mo family army had a soldier, they would never take a step back.

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, and they were so happy that they knelt down at Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao again. Ye Li helped up the old man and pulled a small child beside him. The child looked only five or six years old, and looked up at Ye Li was not afraid. Ye Li smiled faintly at him. The child suddenly blushed and grabbed the old man's sleeve and hid behind him. Ye Li thought of Mo Xiaobao, Leng Junhan and Xu Zhirui and others in the Ding Palace, and looked at the thin and short child wearing unfit clothes.

Because of the scene of the Tao seen at the foot of the mountain, the two of them had no intention of wandering around, so they had to go back to the camp together.

When they returned to the camp, the generals came out to greet them. At this time, except for Zhang Qilan, the old general Pei of Yuan Dynasty guarded Feihong Pass, Murong Shen guarded Chujing, Leng Huai was far away in Changqing, and the number of famous generals of the Mo family army gathered in the camp, but there were dozens of them.

"The princess has made great contributions to pacifying the northern border for thousands of years. I would like to congratulate the princess here." The third prince Feng was wearing a flamboyant red dress, and was not as handsome as the generals in battle robe. She was graceful and extraordinary.

Ye Li smiled faintly and bowed, "It's all for everyone, and Mr. Feng San has been awarded too much."
Chapter completed!