Chapter 587 (1/2)

The original wasteland was reclaimed by more than 100000 troops in Liangzhou and wanjian city. The refugees also gradually came back. With the cooperation of the army and the people, the previously abandoned houses were slightly repaired, which could at least protect them from the wind and rain without freezing outside.

Many workshops have been built near jinsuoguan, mainly for steelmaking and making weapons and farm tools.

The charcoal they used was continuously transported from the south foot of Taihang Mountain every day. These were collected by the Xiongnu people.

Xue Yan often goes back and forth inside and outside jinsuoguan. Most of these steelmaking workshops are his Xue family's industry. The weapons he makes are mainly used by the Liangzhou army.

Different from the busy in Guanzhong, the east of Taihang Mountain fell into silence.

Shi Zhao didn't take the opportunity to attack Guanzhong when Liu Yao died, because he couldn't.

The troops gathered in Guanzhong were even more elite than those of Liu Yao. Moreover, they won Tongguan and Hangu pass.

Ran Zhan played there for months, but he couldn't get in.

Instead of wasting his energy in Guanzhong, shile wanted to take down Murong department when Guanzhong was recuperating.

But the Murong department was unexpectedly difficult to bite. Whether it was a frontal attack or an assassination, the Murong Department survived and hurt Koguryo.

This is not the end Shiller wants to see, but that's the truth.

In Shi Zhao's interior, a hundred wastes are waiting to flourish. After the founding of the people's Republic of China last year, although the people gathered around the cities and towns to farm, the food they can produce is far from enough for them to March and fight.

This winter, there are a large number of people freezing to death.

In the palace of Xiang state (Xiang state, capital name, today's Xingtai), the capital of the state of Zhao, on the high throne, a tall man with white hair, dressed in a xuanpao, sat meditating on it.

A handsome face, but with a bit of tiredness, dark golden eyes are faint and dark, and the lines in the corners of the eyes are becoming deeper and deeper.

If Lu Qing sees this scene, he will be frightened, because this person is as similar as the stone tiger, but he looks much older and more calm than the stone tiger.

The man looked sad, sighed softly, and waved to the people under the throne.

All the officials dispersed, but a monk sitting on the side of the throne and an old man under the throne did not leave.

However, the monk seemed calm and motionless. From a distance, he thought it was a wood carving and clay sculpture.

The old man under the throne stroked his beard and looked at the man on the throne.

”My king doesn't have to worry too much. Wanjian city is a small country with bullets. After this war, it will lose a lot. I'm afraid the military food is not enough. I heard that yumingchuan is quite tolerant to the people. This is the benevolence of women. I'm afraid it won't get military food from the people. Wanjian city won't attack our country for a moment.”

”What you Hou said is reasonable, but at this time, the king should not use troops in Guanzhong. I'm afraid our army's food and grass are not enough.”

The stone on the throne gently knocked on the handle made of gold, and some interest was waning.

”Does my king want to use 18 horses?” a pair of eyes lit up under Zhang Bin's two gray eyebrows.