Along the canal, thick fog filled the deserted village in the early morning.

The dilapidated wooden door of the thatched house creaked open from the inside. The little girl carried a straw basket and led the little yellow dog out. She wore old clothes and trousers, straw sandals, and a slightly larger and worn-out straw hat. Maybe the adults in the family had worn straw hats to work, and the smell of sweat was so bad.

Son.

There was heavy fog in the early morning, but by noon it was a hot and sunny day.

A straw hat is required for sun protection.

The little yellow dog ran happily back and forth. The green weeds on the roadside were heavy with dew, and the yellow dog's hair was wet and tangled.

The skinny little girl has to do what she can to make a living for her family. There is a kind of pigweed in the water beside the river. In the past, she dug it up, washed it, chopped it up and fed it to the pigs. It was fun to moan, but the sows at home were snatched away by the grain requisition team.

It was said that it was to make up for the difference in taxes and grains, and the girl cried sadly, because she dug pig grass with her own hands to feed the pigs...

The common people are suffering, and no one cares about the little girl missing Piggy.

Even people in future generations or even thousands of years from now don't care, they only yearn for princes, generals, poets, rich people and even famous prostitutes. This is the case in this era, and the prosperous times are no exception.

After walking for a while, I bent down and rolled up my trouser legs that were wet with dew. My little feet felt cold.

The white fog filled the air and I couldn't see very far. Quietly, I heard from my parents that monsters from the north were besieging the capital. They discussed taking a boat along the canal to the south in a few days. Maybe... no one from the south would come to the house to snatch pigs, right?

The little yellow dog ran back with a fat frog in its mouth.

"Da Huang is good~"

The girl was very happy. She took the frog, pulled out a piece of grass, tied it skillfully and threw it into the basket. The fat frog tasted delicious when cooked, and was more filling than thick flour pancakes. The friends in the village liked it most.

Continue to dig hogweed to the river. The pigs are gone, but the food is also gone. The hogweed can fill your stomach, and the feeling of starvation is really uncomfortable.

There was no wind, so quiet that not a single sound could be heard. A vast white mist rose from the water of the canal. It was strange that no big ship passed by today. Maybe it was because the ship had stopped in the county town and had not sailed yet.

Suddenly the little yellow dog barked!

"Woof! Woof woof~!"

"Rhubarb? What's wrong?"

The girl saw the little yellow dog grinning and barking toward the canal. The river was foggy and she couldn't see anything.

Green grassland, calm river water, the little girl wearing a straw hat and the little yellow dog look small in the vast fog, standing by the river and staring at the ancient canal with wide eyes...

Gradually, I seemed to hear the sound of sailing boats, which sounded different from usual boats.

I didn't wait long before I discovered that a huge black shadow in the thick fog became more and more obvious. The girl was stunned, the yellow dog tucked its tail, and the black shadow became clearer and clearer. It was a strange big ship, and the flag on the bow seemed to be a dragon god...

…

The big ship slowly docked and put down the gangplank. The girl saw many tall and beautiful elder sisters getting off the ship.

Little Ye Zi jumped to the grass on the bank wearing a light military uniform. He saw the skinny yellow-haired girl who was afraid to move. He walked forward and knelt down to look at the dirty little face. He remembered that he had suffered like this when he was a child.

"Don't be afraid. Look at how thin you are. Eat an egg."

He peeled off the egg skin in a few seconds and handed it to the little girl.

Food always brings distance between people. The little girl who was scared just now swallowed her saliva. The egg whites were white and soft, and the smell reminded her of the Chinese New Year. The eggs at home had to be exchanged for salt to supplement the family income. They could only eat it during the Chinese New Year.

Egg, take the egg and stuff it into your mouth.

"Eat slowly, sister still has a lot~"

When Qiao Jin got off the boat, she saw Little Leaf coaxing the children, so she didn't bother him. She got on the monster horse, a specialty of Southern Wilderness, and started to greet the troops to get off the boat. There was a distance from the capital of Yan Kingdom and they could only take the official road. The front of the canal was artificially blocked and impassable.

It may be done by humans, or it may not be human...

Qiao Jin has no sense of belonging to the Yan Kingdom. The scenes from the beginning have become history. She is more accustomed to calling herself a new era citizen or a new era soldier. All kinds of strange words were made by the mysterious demon emperor.

One after another, large ships docked at the ancient canal road next to the deserted village. The snake demon soldiers disembarked from the ship, carrying packages and weapons with armor on their backs, and gathered on their way. There were also hired merchant ships transporting carriages loaded with supplies. The noise broke the tranquility under the mist, and the villagers looked on dumbfounded.

A group of handsome-looking, slender young men were heading north.

…

The capital of the Yan Kingdom.

The majestic government office was very busy. Soldiers with flags on their backs were running in and out, and horses were running wildly outside the government office or back to the government office.

At this time, this yamen has become the center of the capital's command. Officials with bloodshot eyes were writing and drawing in front of the capital model. The lampstand had a thick layer of wax on it, indicating that the office was working day and night.

There was an official in his sixties sitting in the main seat at the back of the yamen. He frowned and discussed with several generals. The atmosphere was dull.

Another official in golden uniform came in outside the gate, and everyone bowed down to salute. The old man waved and went straight to the back, walking in a hurry with an anxious look on his face.

"Zhe Shangshu."

The officials who came in said hello and looked at the generals.

The chief minister, whose surname was Zhe, nodded, and several generals clasped their fists to say goodbye and quickly left the yamen. A waiter gave the officials a cup of hot tea and retreated far away. The adults were speaking and the servants could not get too close.

"Old man Dong, is this your first time stepping into my Yamen?"

The official surnamed Dong saw no one sitting down and spoke quietly.

"You have forgotten that you came here three years ago. Don't say this. Are you really determined to stay and not leave? Those people, Grand Master Gao, left and right, left last night. Also, did you see that person when you entered the palace?

?Isn’t it possible that you can’t even enter the palace gate?”

"I went there yesterday but didn't see him."

Zhe Shangshu's expression was gloomy, he had already guessed something bad.

"Of course you can't go in or see it. The palace is empty. That person had gone south a few days ago and ordered the palace gate to be sealed. Otherwise, do you think Grand Master Gao and the others would dare to escape in advance?"

Bang!

His fist hit the sandalwood table hard, and his face showed a ferocious expression with blue veins.

The old man took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions. He sighed and suddenly no longer hated those who escaped at night. Yes, who is not afraid of dead bodies? Not even the immortals from Chunyang Palace and the Western Sect could do anything about it. The fall of several big cities in a row would never be heard again.

Any news, a monk used a precious photographic stone to record the dead city, there was no living person...

Survival is instinct, who doesn’t want to live well.

"If I don't leave, I will serve as Minister of the Ministry of War at the age of sixty. This life is enough. I will live and die with the soldiers and people in the city."

"You... forget it, you were so stubborn back then, I will stay with you."

"Brother Dong, you don't have to be like this."

"Actually, in my heart, I don't want to abandon the whole city and run for my life. Besides, I have lived here for most of my life and I can't bear to leave. It doesn't matter whether you or I live or die. We still have to make arrangements for the family members in the house. There will be someone tonight.

Take them out of the city and go south."

"Thank you."

"Oh, I hope the tide of corpses won't go south..."

The two soaking officials sighed silently. Perhaps they are now the highest officials in the capital. It is because of their perseverance that the thousand-year-old city can hold on to this day.

While he was sighing, an official took off the letter from the carrier pigeon's feet. After checking it, he panted and ran to Zhe Shangshu.

"Sir! Urgent message! There is news from the demon army!"

The minister surnamed Zhe hurriedly stood up and took the small letter, opened it and looked at the back with a confused expression.
Chapter completed!