The number of victims is increasing and will reach its peak in two or three days.
It is expected that the food reserves in Anguo Temple can only last for a while, and Wanyan Kang will eventually return to the city to raise food.
Moreover, he had many questions and wanted to go back and ask the cheap daddy, King Zhao.
For example, what is the attitude of the Jin Dynasty court towards disaster relief, and the mastermind behind the assassination. How can it be done without uncovering the man behind the assassination?
But Chi Xi personally ordered two hundred soldiers to form a formation at the mountain pass to wait.
Wanyan Kang's eyes froze: "General Chixi, what are you going to do?"
Chi Xi got on his horse and immediately clasped his fists: "I will take some people to protect the young prince when he returns to the city."
"My safety... I don't need so many people. If you take everyone away, what will happen to the disaster relief here?"
"Moreover, General Chixi, you must stay here as a precaution."
"Protecting the safety of the young prince is the responsibility of my subordinates! As for Anguo Temple's disaster relief... three hundred troops are enough!"
"Have you forgotten that my father said in the letter that I will be at my disposal for your five hundred troops?"
Wanyan Kang waved his hand: "I have the old grandmaster and a dozen guards around me. It's no big deal. Your troops are stationed as originally planned and cannot leave their posts without permission."
Seeing that Chi Xi was still hesitant, Wanyan Kang's expression turned cold: "This is an order! It is the bounden duty of soldiers to obey orders!"
"Dismount and gather!"
"Everyone is here, look towards Chi Xi! Turn right and walk together!"
"One two one, one two one, shout slogans after me, one, two, three, four!"
Wanyan Kang gave the command loudly.
This command was very different from the routine in the army, and it sounded strange, but the meaning...the soldiers understood it.
The young prince looked serious and shouted orders. Who dares to disobey?
Just pretend and play along.
After a while of commotion, Chi Xi took the lead, the cavalry dismounted, the infantry lined up, and with a strange look on their faces, they were ordered to turn right, which is the direction of the station.
More and more soldiers imitated Wanyan's ups and downs tone and shouted "one, two, three, four".
There was a bit of chaos at first, with each other colliding with each other, with their hind legs stepping on their front legs, and the cavalry leading the horses became even more chaotic.
But after walking for a while and shouting for a while, the rhythm slowly picked up and became more and more uniform.
Moreover, I feel that the energy and spirit of each soldier are different!
Chi Xi was surprised.
As expected, the Jin Kingdom is an elite and well-trained force, and with a little adaption, it actually looks good.
Wanyan Kangxin said that maybe modern military training methods can be implemented in the military in the future?
But that’s something for another day, it’s just a whim and a joke at this moment.
…
In the wilderness, the little monk Juekong's dazzling little head reflected light in the bright sunshine, which was very dazzling.
Wanyan Kang saw him at a glance.
At this moment, he was sweating profusely and took up a pen to register the old, weak, sick and children who had signed up to work. When he saw Wan Yan Kang approaching with the white horse, he quickly stood up and saluted.
"I've met the young prince!"
"Little Master, the weather is too hot and it's easy to get heat stroke. You should move the registration point to the foot of the hillside over there." Wanyan Kang looked at the long line of old and frail women who were soaked to the skin.
"Well, the young monk also wants to come here. After these people have registered and assigned their work, he will move over."
While they were talking, there was a half-naked boy of seven or eight years old. He didn't mind the heat. He was squeezing around in the crowd like a monkey. He had just eaten something, but his restless and naughty nature couldn't be hidden anymore.
The supervising soldier on the side quickly grabbed him: "You little boy, don't run around!"
The boy's face was covered with dirt, and his face could not be seen clearly.
He was caught by a soldier, struggled desperately, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit the soldier's hand hard.
The soldier was in pain, screamed in surprise, pushed the boy to the ground, stepped forward and stepped on him!
Wan Yankang frowned and was about to stop him when he saw a thin beggar in ragged clothes and about fifteen or sixteen years old jump out from the queue and shoved the soldier.
The soldier staggered, and his stepped foot fell naturally. The thick sheepskin military boots fell with a crash, sending dust flying.
"court death!"
The soldier was furious, and when he heard a roar, he drew the long sword from his waist.
The little beggar was not afraid. He tilted his head and held his waist with both hands, lifting the naughty boy up and protecting him behind him.
Wanyan Kang coughed lightly, and when the soldier saw the young prince approaching, he didn't dare to act recklessly anymore, so he put away his knife and stepped aside.
Wan Yankang looked at the little beggar and saw that he was wearing a dark leather hat crookedly on a hot day and carrying a small green leather bag on his shoulder.
His hands were dirty, his face was stained with sweat, and his appearance was unrecognizable.
Normally, he should have given up on saving the boy at this moment, but he glared at the soldier, then glanced sideways at Yan Kang, and muttered: "Bullshit officers and soldiers, how can they bully children?"
The soldier was so angry that he held his sword in his hand and glared at him through gritted teeth.
Wanyan Kang frowned.
What an unreasonable and unreasonable Lord.
However, when he accidentally saw the little beggar open his mouth to reveal two rows of shining white teeth, he couldn't help but feel moved.
The clairvoyant eyes quietly opened.
The more he uses this thing, the better it becomes.
Just at this glance, Wanyan Kang found it a bit interesting.
With a clear eye, this is a little beggar who has no food or clothing. In fact, all the victims are no different from beggars.
But there were two changes of satin clothes in the bag, which should be underwear, and a small waistcoat inlaid with gold wire and pearls.
That's not even the point.
Here's the point...he's a pussy!
The waist is slender. Although it is not as substantial as the older girl Xue Qing, it is beginning to show its size, and is slightly larger than Tassel.
Almost B.
Wanyan Kang was too embarrassed to read it anymore and quickly closed it.
The little beggar was obviously very wary. He subconsciously took a step back, looked coldly at Wan Yankang, and crossed his arms over his chest: "What...are you going to do?"
Her voice is a bit high-pitched, with a soft Jiangnan accent.
Wanyan Kang shrugged.
He didn't bother to expose her little trick of disguising herself as a man, guessing that she was probably a child from a rich family, pretending to be a beggar for fun.
You can play as you should, but please don't come here to cause trouble!
He smiled and said, "Go ahead and don't cause trouble here."
The little beggar was stunned: "Why should I leave? Aren't you providing disaster relief? I came to sign up to work, and I'm still hungry and haven't eaten."
Wanyan Kang was speechless and couldn't help but look at her chest.
There were clearly two white meat buns stuffed in her arms.
With such a bulging bag, he is not afraid of being discovered through his disguise.
"have a finger in the pie!"
The little beggar snorted, ignored Wan Yankan, and went back to the team.
Wan Yankang stood aside and decisively signaled to the soldiers to move forward and drive them away.
Regardless of whether this unruly little girl is causing trouble intentionally or unintentionally, or just for fun, at this time when disaster relief is in full swing, we cannot just sit back and ignore this hidden danger.
Besides, it would actually be dangerous for her to stay here.
The woman, mother and son who died tragically in the mountain col are an example of this.