Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Chapter 515 The Road Home

A few days later, both the north and south banks responded positively and equipped the Public Security Joint Defense Bureau with a large number of personnel.

In order to facilitate management, public security and joint defense were separated, and a public security bureau and a joint defense brigade were established respectively.

With his outstanding abilities and positive attitude, Yelu Feng not only served as deputy director, but also served as the captain of the joint defense brigade.

The joint defense brigade under his command was large in scale, with more than 2,000 people, and was equipped with the most advanced weapons in Yi Yu. Each of them was well-equipped and had high morale.

Faced with such a powerful team, some dishonest groups on the North Shore could only choose to endure for a while and did not dare to go out and cause trouble.

But the resentment and unwillingness in their hearts burned like a raging fire, which was completely extinguished by a splash of water.

Huxietu was also helpless and could only report everything to his father, Dun Chanyu.

At the same time, the train from Dingzhou to Yi Yu was successfully opened, and the news spread throughout the area like a spring breeze.

The powerful roar of the train seemed to play an exciting melody of economic development.

With the shuttle of trains, the transaction speed between the two places has been significantly accelerated, and the transportation of goods has become more convenient and efficient.

Boxes of goods are loaded and unloaded on the train platform, and people's faces are filled with joy and expectation, because this railway brings them more business opportunities and development opportunities.

The next step is to build a railway from Yiyu to Kaner.

This project is like a huge and tempting cake placed in front of everyone.

For a time, both the overlord who dominated the grassland and the powerful heroes from the surrounding areas were attracted and eager to try.

They were like sharks that smelled blood, rubbing their hands in anticipation, all wanting to get a piece of the pie in this project and reap the lucrative profits.

Mr. Zhao, as a key figure in the field of railway construction, convened a railway group meeting specifically for this purpose.

Inside the conference room, the lights were bright and the atmosphere was solemn.

The group's top executives sat around a huge conference table, their eyes all focused on Zhao Sheng.

Mr. Zhao stood up, his expression serious and resolute, and stated, "The Group can fully assist in the construction of this railway and provide comprehensive support. However, the Group will not participate in the shares of this railway."

As soon as these words were spoken, a slight discussion suddenly broke out in the conference room.

Some shareholders in the group looked puzzled. They whispered to each other and really didn't understand what Zhao Sheng meant by this move.

However, Zhao Sheng just frowned slightly and did not explain too much. His eyes revealed a certainty that came from careful consideration.

Near the end of the year, the railway group announced a major news.

This news, like a thunderclap in winter, instantly caused an uproar in the entire region.

The railway line from Luancheng to Beijing is ready for construction. At the same time, the railway line from Beijing to Tangyi Juzhen has also been announced to be freely constructed, and the railway group will also provide technical support for it.

This series of news was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.

Whether it was the various forces within the Great Zhou Dynasty or the surrounding family tycoons, they were all excited.

People began to plan how to participate in these railway construction projects, as if they saw unlimited wealth and development prospects beckoning to them.

Unfortunately, it is winter now, the weather is cold, the ground is frozen, and many infrastructure projects are difficult to start. We can only temporarily suppress our anxiety and wait for the arrival of spring next year.

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Back to October, on the outskirts of Jinzhou City, Gulizar was gathering his troops here.

On the vast plain, tents stood in rows, soldiers were lined up in neat rows, and flags fluttered in the wind.

Gulizar stood on a high place, looking at the team in front of him, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Later, when he learned that all of Shizhou's troops had left, his face instantly became very ugly. They had become the only ones here.

Gaddafi, with a look of anger and confusion on his face, walked up to Gulzar and couldn't help complaining, "Good King, they crossed the river to the west and left us here. What on earth does the Yelu family mean by this?"

His voice trembled slightly with anger, and his eyes revealed disbelief.

Gaddafi became increasingly agitated as he continued, "The people we sent out said that there were originally over 100,000 people on Shizhou, and with us here, there would be at least 300,000. It wouldn't be difficult for us to evacuate them together. We didn't expect them to just leave like that and leave us in this predicament!"

He waved his hands vigorously, as if to dispel the anger in his heart.

Gulizar's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and his heart was also full of anger, but this was not the time to indulge in anger. He had to come up with a solution right now.

"Then what should we do?" Gaddafi asked anxiously, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Gulizar frowned, and after a moment's contemplation, he said, "We have over a hundred thousand people here now. If we return the same way, I'm afraid it will be very difficult. We will inevitably encounter enemy pursuit and interception along the way. It will be difficult to return safely."

There was a hint of helplessness and heaviness in his tone.

"What should we do then? Should we cross the river as well?" Gaddafi asked tentatively, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

"Cross the river? What will happen if we cross it? Do we have to go with Yelu Qing?" Gulizar asked back, with a hint of disdain and anger in his tone.

"Yelü Qing..." Gaddafi gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name.

Thinking about the journey south, Yelu Qing not only did not give them any support, but even ran away alone at the critical moment of life and death, the hatred in his heart surged like a tide.

Gulizar continued, "I think it's definitely not possible to go south. Not only are the Great Zhou troops there on high alert, but we'll also be blocked by the Pingyang Prefecture. If we go south, we'll be surrounded.

As for the north, now that Shizhou has been abandoned, we still need to capture two cities before we can return safely. How easy is that?

As he spoke, a frustrated look appeared on his face and he shook his head helplessly.

"What's the situation like in Jiaokou now? Where is Jiao Zan? Will he run away too?" Gaddafi asked with some concern, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Gulizar frowned slightly and said, "Jiao Zan is a man from our grassland. He will be with us wholeheartedly.

It seems that the only ones who can save us are the Huyan tribe. Tomorrow I will go to Jiao Zan and ask him to send a team to ask for help from the Huyan family on the grassland.

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, although he knew that the hope might be slim.

In fact, Gulizar knew in his heart that Huyan Yan always believed that the Xiongnu tribe should move south, while Dundan was a Northern Xiongnu and he wanted to station his territory in the north. The two sides had differences in strategic direction.

If he asked Huyan Yan for help, it would be difficult for him to surrender to Chanyu Dun afterwards, and he would eventually have to unite with the Huyan clan.

Thinking of this, Gulzar turned his head, looked at Gaddafi, and reminded him seriously: "If you are lucky enough to return this time, do you still want to go to the Mobei steppe?"

Gaddafi was immediately confused by Gulzar's question.

He looked into the distance, his thoughts drifting back to the days when he galloped across the grassland.

The vast grassland is his hometown and the place he yearns for.

To be honest, he really couldn't bear to give up the grassland.

But now, facing the possible threat of death, what should he choose?

His eyes revealed pain and struggle, and his heart was constantly torn between emotion and reality.