The Jialing River forms a winding river like a small path in this section. If you walk along the river like a winding road, the length of the road will become several times. The rivers must be about 200 meters wide, which also makes Zhao Fubo and his plan to walk on the floating bridge fail. Although the river water is not deep, if horses go down the river in this cold winter, they will be very prone to illness.

No, Zhao Fubo and his team had to walk on the outermost roads of the curved river. Although the road was farther. However, they were still waiting for the Mongols to attack, so it was not as dangerous as Zhao Fubo's earliest plan, and it was extremely dangerous to conduct a mid-road assault. This made their raid a little like a trip. After completing the march every day, everyone could have a good rest in the evening.

Juliana sat on the stone by the river and put her feet into the cold and clear water. She was open and did not avoid Zhao Fubo watching. Her snow-white feet turned cold red because of the cold, but showed a certain kind of youthful vitality.

"Julianna, we burned hot water, you're like this..."

Juliana is not as sensitive as Zhao Fubo, a person who has lived in the Middle East since childhood. The soldiers of the "Chinese Army" burn their feet every night, but she likes the cold feeling. Therefore, she doesn't care about Zhao Fubo's concern. Instead, she mentioned the scenes they saw along the way.

"The people here are so poor! But I don't understand that when facing the Mongolians who may come at any time, they are unwilling to leave their homes. And... my God, is that a home?"

Here, Zhao Fubo and his friends passed by several small villages along the way. As usual, the people were somewhat "respectful" to the passing troops. Some food, meat and other things were placed there in the hope that the passing troops would not enter their village.

If they enter the village, they will find that those are just bamboo houses, bamboo houses, and their families are barely walled. While the people are hungry, they still try their best to guard the seeds and grains, and are reluctant to eat them. But what surprised Zhao Fubo and the others was that when they proposed to let these people go to the base, they refused. The reason was that when they were blocked by the landlords, they lost these tenants. Do they have the ability to plow the fields? As for the people, they are traveling at this moment, and the weather is cold and frozen. Although there is no surplus grain at home, they can survive by making some rice bran and wild vegetables.

This is the most difficult thing for Zhao Fubo to understand. It is clearly the hometown of fish and rice in the Song Dynasty. Sichuan is warm and produces rich products, but why are the people so poor? Moreover, they would rather guard the family and obviously lack a kind of trust in their suggestions. The people here are not as close to the city as before. I have heard of the "Huaxia Law" and know that they will have a new emperor in the future.

In the end, Zhao Fubo gave up this matter and left some military rations and horse materials. He could not solve the rest. After all, he led the combat troops, so let the receiving team do these things in the future.

"Oh, this is probably the result of the policy of fooling the people. I have told the landlords what they will look like in the future and asked them to refund the rent they collected over the last year. But I don't think everyone believes that if they don't let them see the massacre in the future, they may not understand the "Huaxia Law". If you don't let them commit suicide, otherwise no one will save them. To be honest, I can't understand them very much. The Mongolians were close to them, and they ate the grain to their tenants. Isn't it better than being taken away by the Mongolians?"

Just here, Juliana, who was thinking about this, obviously forgot her feet soaked in the water.

"Ouch, I...my legs are cramped!"

Zhao Fubo held back his laughter and hurriedly carried Juliana, who could no longer leave the water by herself. Then he took off his leather gloves and rubbed Juliana's calves, while the other hand was carrying her Dam's toes.

"I knew, look at you, even if you like cold water, can't you soak for a while?"

At this time, Juliana didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because she was complained by Zhao Fubo, and she bit her red lips and had tears in her eyes. This was not a common thing for this wild girl.

When her cold skin touched Zhao Fubo's hot hands, it was a burning feeling. The coldness on her skin and the warmth on Zhao Fubo's hands formed a sharp contrast. Julianna looked at her husband who was holding her toes for her, but asked something Zhao Fubo did not expect.

"We...we can really do this well and help our people get rid of such misfortunes!"

Zhao Fubo seriously rubbed Juliana's calves and smiled at her.

"No, at least we can't, just like I can't change your habit of washing your feet with ice water."

Zhao Fubo looked at the tears in Julianna's eyes, paused for a moment, and looked calm.

"But we will do it in the end, just like the Mongolians in front of us, we will eventually destroy them. This is our goal, isn't it?"

Zhao Fubo knew that this was Juliana's reaction along the way and saw those small villages. Relatively speaking, the people on the "Homeland of China" had a very weak ability to resist. Although it was time for the uprising of Fang La, Yang Yao and others in the Song Dynasty, they who never broke out of the emperor's complex inevitably fell into the internal struggle for power and profit.

History has proved that skills and power struggle are just the basis for inevitable failure, because when facing countries and nations with technological progress, it is stupid to focus on skills and power struggles instead of catching up with technology.

"Yes, we will do it in the end!"

Zhao Fubo's massage quickly relieved Juliana's legs, causing convulsions due to the cold. In fact, it was cold, which was compared to Zhao Fupi, a person living in the Arab Empire. The winter in Sichuan is mixed and warm. If it is comparable to Mongolia, it is not winter at all.

"Okay, we're going to get closer, I heard the whistle of eating sounding! You know..."

When you know, Juliana's face turned red. Yes, she is the imperial concubine. If she told her husband that she felt very hungry, would she be inappropriate?

"I know you're hungry, but if your legs still hurt, I'm willing to serve you back to the tent, and I'm willing to deliver the meal for you!"

Juliana's face turned red. Although she was satisfied, she wanted to mutter, "This is a military camp, is it appropriate to do that?"
Chapter completed!