The little attendant gritted his teeth, broke off a piece of dry food, put it in a small bowl, brought it to a boil and stirred it. After it was boiled, he sprinkled some marinated minced meat into it, cooked it for a while, and then brought it to Xie Zhong's hand.
Xie Zhong was looking at the map, stroking the beard on his chin while looking at it.
"Sir, eat something hot."
"Oh, okay." Xie Zhong said sideways.
A small fire was burning in the cave, and the wood crackled in the flames. Xie Zhong sighed deeply: "This Qingxiang Village is difficult to handle."
"Yes, there was such a big movement last night. I thought we could capture it. I don't know who those people are. Once they come, the refugees here are nothing."
Xie Zhong looked back at the map, his expression becoming more serious.
Last night, Du Xuan and his secret guards joined in, which was the key to turning the entire war situation around.
In front of the secret guards, the refugees who had no combat experience or military literacy were not even as good as sandbags. At least the sandbags could not run away. However, these refugees were frightened by the murderous intent of the other party, and they immediately became confused and fled.
Xie Zhong was standing on the top of the mountain at that time, looking at everything happening outside the fire sea in the distance. He was also curious about where these soldiers and horses came from.
I thought before that there was an expert in charge of Qingxiang Village, but now it seems that there is more than one.
"Sir," the little attendant said when he saw Xie Zhong staring at the map in a daze, "eat it while it's hot."
"There's not enough time." Xie Zhong said.
Tian Dayao's military deployment will begin after winter. According to time, in the past few days, their large army coming from the south will happen to pass by the post office in the northeast.
These wandering militiamen and horses gathered together in large numbers, which would become a hidden danger in the future. Tian Dayao's army would never show mercy when passing by.
What a pity for Xie Zhong.
"Didn't the gentleman say before that we still have to look at Qian Changyi?" said the young attendant.
"That will take time. Although he has a bad temper, if he wants to get into a full-blown fire, he needs to slowly simmer the fire."
"Then let's go and add some fuel to the fire? Let's start a story?"
"Abrupt." Xie Zhong said.
He picked up the bowl that had cooled down a bit, and after a sudden pause, the plan came to his mind: "That's not the case, the bitter meat plan can be tried. It's up to you to find an opportunity to let him know that we were driven away by Zhong Qiankun.
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The little attendant laughed: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely provoke you!"
Go down the hillside on the south side of the cave, go around a few half-cliffs, and then walk on a one-mile mountain road, which is the clearing for these wandering militiamen.
The mountain road is not easy to go down on a rainy day. Once at the bottom of the mountain, the little follower can go on stage and sing directly without having to look desolate.
After passing through the sparse camp of migrant militiamen, before he could find out how to meet the "Emperor", the noise coming from the rain curtain had already pointed him to the direction.
The further you go, the more people are surrounding you, and from time to time there are cries for help and frightened cries from onlookers.
The little attendant pushed his way through the crowd, and what he saw made him reach out and cover his mouth.
I don't know what happened, but he happened to bump into this scene. The person running after Zhong Qiankun in the crowd was none other than Qian Fengrong.
Qian Fengrong's old injuries were not healed, but new ones were added. Both palms were wrapped with gauze, and his right leg was severely lame, but this did not prevent him from chasing Zhong Qiankun and beating him fiercely.
Nearly ten people were killed or injured in the back, and their corpses and blood were mixed on the muddy rain ground. The emperor of these refugees, the guy named Emperor Qi, was hiding in the tent with a pale face.
Zhong Qiankun begged for mercy while running, but Qian Fengrong obviously couldn't listen to anything. He chased Zhong Qiankun and reached a crowd. Wherever he passed, everyone gave way. Those who ran away in time were injured by Qian Fengrong's fists.
one slice.
One person almost tripped Qian Fengrong, who had difficulty with his legs. Qian Fengrong grabbed him and hit him on the head with his huge fist.
"You think I'm useless? Huh? You think I'm useless!!"
"I have done so many things for you, how dare you complain to me!"
"Why do you have the right to do this! I was injured like this because of you, so what do you have to do with it! Why do you have so much power!"
"You are not up to par! I helped you burn down the village, but you fight in and fight on your own!!"
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Qian Fengrong vented all his anger. The man who had been beaten to death long ago was still being beaten wildly and violently by him, leaving him unrecognizable and bloody.
The little follower had sharp eyes, and when he saw that Zhong Qiankun was about to break away from the crowd and escape, he immediately ran towards Zhong Qiankun and grabbed his arm.
"Changyi!" the little attendant shouted, "Changyi!"
When Qian Fengrong heard this voice, he immediately raised his head.
"Xiao Qing!" Qian Fengrong shouted, "But you?!"
"Changyi, this! This!"
Qian Fengrong saw him in the crowd, as well as Zhong Qiankun, who was desperately trying to escape.
"This is the man who drove me and my husband away!" The little attendant pointed at Zhong Qiankun and shouted at Qian Fengrong, "This man also framed us and said that we ran away on our own! Chang Yi, that's him! He instigated discord between us!
!Very bad!”
Zhong Qiankun's eyes widened and he was shocked by such confusing remarks.
"You're such a bastard!" Zhong Qiankun raised his hand to tear off the little follower's face, "If you open your mouth and spit blood, I'll tear your mouth apart..."
Before he finished speaking, an angry Qian Fengrong rushed towards him, grabbed him and punched him on the ground.
"Commander Zhong!"
"military adviser!!"
The men around him shouted, but they didn't dare to come forward even if they wanted to.
One punch left Zhong Qiankun speechless. The following punch, two punches, and three punches left Zhong Qiankun with no thoughts except the pain and the despair of dying.
Qian Fengrong was like an angry black bear and beat him to the ground alive.
At this point, all his anger seemed to have finally dissipated.
Qian Fengrong gasped for air, his chest and back heaving violently, and he turned back to look at his little follower.
"Chang Yi, you did a great job! Well done!!!" The little follower's eyes were bright and he raised his thumb in praise.
Qian Fengrong stood up and looked at the crowd around him.
Catching his sight, the skinny refugees subconsciously took a step back.
"Him!" The little attendant stepped forward and pointed at Qian Fengrong and shouted, "He will be your leader from now on. Look for it, it's him!"
The refugees said nothing, looking at Qian Fengrong with alienated and frightened eyes.
"Me? Emperor?" Qian Fengrong said.
"Not the emperor! What kind of emperor do you think you are?" said the young attendant. "It's the boss, their boss! The boss!"
"Am I the boss?"
"Yes!" The little follower nodded, "That's the boss! You are the biggest!"
As he said that, the little follower turned to look at the body on the ground, feeling happy and excited.
A few days ago, Mr. Zhong also said that Commander Zhong would die soon, and asked him to guess in whose hands he would die.
He really died so quickly!
It's too late, they can catch up. Before Tian Dayao's army from the south comes, they can gather all these wandering militiamen and avoid them!
With so many soldiers and horses, why worry about failure?
This chapter has been completed!