Cao Ang and the other two never stayed in the same place as if they were seeking scriptures in the West. After dealing with the affairs of Murong's tribe, they left Mengzhou and rushed to Liaodong.

This time they walked not by Yangle and Feiru's two major transportation routes, but continued to head north to Yilehuli Mountain, the northernmost branch of the Greater Xing'an Mountains, and entered a place where Fuyu could not even enter that year.

The roads here are complicated, not to mention cars, even horses are difficult to pass through, so they can only walk, and the northward direction the colder the climate. It started snowing in some places in September, and the north wind blew on the face, which was so painful like a blade.

Cao Ang and his party were wearing bear fur coats bought from Mengzhou and carrying half a man-tall backpacks in the mountains. On the way, Cao Zhang's mouth never stopped and kept complaining: "Brother, let's go back. What a broken ground, it's snowing in September."

I didn’t sit on the hot kang and played mahjong but ran to the broken ground to suffer. Is my brain squeezed by the door or kicked by the donkey?

It's just that it's okay to find trouble.

Cao Ang rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, go back. Yilehuli Mountain is also called Shunsongziling. It is 600 miles long. We have almost walked 500 miles. If we are lucky, we can go out tomorrow. If you want to return the same way, I have no objection."

Cao Zhang was so angry.

Cao Ang said in a white breath: "It is better to travel thousands of miles than reading thousands of books. Write down all the customs and cultures along the way, and write a report after you go back."

Cao Zhang: "Your uncle..." All the animals in the cold weather began to be cat and insects were invisible. There were only four of them living in the huge forest. If they were not equipped with enough food, they would have to starve to death in the mountains.

Cao Ang did not have a backpack, and his backpack took turns to carry it. At this moment, it was hanging on Zhao Yun's shoulder. Zhao Yun was already tired and sweating profusely. He panted and stepped forward and smashed his backpack on Cao Zhang's shoulder and said, "Your Highness Dai Wang is a little restless. If you insist on persisting, you will reach Luo County."

Yiluo, like Fuyu, was originally a small country in the northeast. Its territory was further north than Fuyu, which was in the black province of later generations. The "Three Kingdoms? Book of Wei? Biography of the Dongyi of Wuhuan" records that Yiluo cares about Fuyu more than a thousand miles northeast, and it is bounded by the sea, and the south is connected to the north. It is unknown where the north ends, its land is more than mountains and dangerous, and its human figure is similar to Fuyu, and its words are not the same as Fuyu, and Juli.

Yiluo originated from Sushen and was one of the ancestors of the Manchu tribes and other tribes. It was connected with the Central Plains during the Shunyu period, and it has a long history.

They live well in the extreme east, and they are separated from the counties in Liaodong by Fuyu and Goguryeo. They are basically considered to be a good water that does not interfere with rivers, but who has let them meet Cao Ang on their back?

With Cao Ang's virtue of holding the good things in his arms, he naturally would not let this small country in the extreme north. In recent years, the Liaozhou Governor's Mansion has been exploring northwards and has long explored the territory of the Yiluo people. Later, he sent troops to attack and forced the Yiluo people to the Han-ruled areas such as Liaodong and western Liaoning, and then moved the Han people to the Yiluo territory to complete control of the Yiluo territory.

Yiluo County has been established for eight years. In addition to the migrant people, many prisoners have been sent. Now more than 80% of the Han people live in Yiluo County, but not many of the Yiluo people are left.

After more than ten years of development, Liaodong is now a vast land and wealthy country, and its comprehensive strength is not inferior to that of the major states in the pass.

Cao Zhang carried Cao Ang's backpack and continued to move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. At the same time, he complained: "It started snowing in September, and it is not allowed to be buried by the end of the year. What's the use of such a broken land? It's a waste of money."

Cao Ang slapped him on the back of the head and cursed: "You know, poor mountains and rivers are out of troubled people. You can refer to the Huns. The more harsh the environment is, the easier it is to give birth to strong military clans. The Yiluo tribe is now weak. Who can guarantee that he will not become as powerful as the Huns in the past tens or hundreds of years and then lead his troops south to trample on the Central Plains. It has happened that civilization was destroyed by barbarity."

"Now heating measures are getting more and more perfect. Liaodong has not had people frozen to death for a long time. Naturally, the Yiluo tribe will have a rapid increase in population if it overcomes climate problems. The speed of the rise is far beyond your boy's imagination. If you don't kill them while they are weak, will you fight to the death when they are strong? Are you stupid?"

"Besides, is the king's land under the world? Do you think it's just a empty word?"

"There is nothing to see in the Central Plains. Officials from all over the country are relatively honest and the Beijing inspection system is watching. No one dares to do too much, so the borders are different. Any small problem may cause the disaster of the Thousand Mile Dike being destroyed by an ant hole. Come and see if there is any mistake?"

So far, there is no record of being broken by alien races in the Central Plains, and it is reasonable that Cao Zhang is not deeply touched.

Cao Ang was different. He came from later generations and knew the various disasters experienced by the Central Plains after the Five Barbarians invaded China. He did not try to avoid his anxiety when he was able to do so.

The best way to avoid being compromised by alien races in the future is to solve the problem from the root and kill the ancestors of alien races in advance, such as Mo Huba, the ancestor of the Murong family.

Cao Zhang said angrily: "Whatever you say is the boss, I can't tell you."

Cao Ang patted his shoulder and teased, "For the sake of your brother, I will tell you the inside story. Didn't Mao Ba Nian go to explore Ural Mountain? The court decided that after he came back, he would send you to Ural Mountain to establish a ban, and make psychological preparations in advance."

"Ah..." Cao Zhang asked in surprise: "Why don't I know when the imperial court made the decision?"

Cao Ang spread his hands for granted and said, "Why, can't I represent the court?"

Cao Zhang: "..." How far is Ural Mountain? Also, it snows here in September, and how cold it is there? You are really my dear brother.

Zhao Yun patted his shoulder and joked: "Congratulations to Your Highness, you will be the king of a country in the future."

Cao Zhang took a long time to squeeze out a smile that was even worse than crying.

The four of them continued to move forward, not knowing whether to regret or be grateful. They had miscalculated the journey and walked to the edge of Yilehuli Mountain at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Standing on the top of the mountain, they clearly saw the smoke from the cooking stove at the foot of the mountain.

"Finally come out."

The four of them all let out excited roars and rushed down the mountain. Unfortunately, they ran to death at the mountain. It was a bit short of the distance but it was really a pity. They walked for more than an hour and rushed outside the village and it was dark.

This village is different from the inner gate. It is located on the border and is also leaning against the Daxinganling Mountains. Wild beasts often attack the villages. In order to prevent wild beasts from attacking, each village has built a city wall about a meter high and half a meter wide. The top of the wall is inlaid with a length of about a foot and a sharp steel bar. Anyone who is not open to the eye wants to climb over the wall and be immediately worn into candied haws.

Unlike in the village, the city walls were outsourced to the construction team for construction and acceptance. No one dared to neglect the matter of life that is irrelevant.

It was not yet dark and the village gate was not closed. Cao Ang and the other two entered the village along the gate and found that the village was very empty. How could it be said that the place that accommodated tens of thousands of people only gathered less than a thousand people, which looked a little desolate.

This is reasonable. You cannot just consider the future now. Whoever does not have children will have to live in the future.
Chapter completed!