The camp of nearly 20,000 people was built continuously on the pipeline leading to Xiangling. The front line closest to Xiangling was only about five miles away, and the location of the rear camp was almost ten miles away from Xiangling.
Fei Qian and Huang Cheng, with their cavalry, put some distance away from Zhang Lie's team and followed slowly, waiting for the signal from ahead.
The mountain road along Luliang Mountain is not flat, but as an official road, it is still wide enough for three carriages to run abreast.
The river flows through the mountain stream on one side, sometimes slowly and sometimes rapidly. It raises waves of water mist, and the surrounding air and mountain peaks seem to have a moist atmosphere.
This river is called Fenshui.
Fenjiu, which is quite famous in later generations, was brewed with the water here?
There are no specific related things in Fei Qian's memory. Some matters and habits about future generations have slowly faded away and shrunk, leaving more space to some of the current needs.
Such as riding a horse.
With the help of the saddle and stirrups, Fei Qian can now feel more comfortable even on the horse's back. At least it is not like when he first came into contact with the horse, he walked around cautiously, even if the horse was docile and did not
Running, Fei Qian's hands and back were all covered in sweat.
Now Fei Qian could even twist left and right on the horse to look at the front and back, loosen the reins of the horse and scratch his itchy back bound by the armor, and even shake a few gun flowers while talking.
Although the guns and flowers produced are not as powerful as the guns and flowers produced by Huang Cheng, a master of swordsman.
Sometimes the human body is so strange. Fei Qian can't remember how he learned to ride a bicycle when he was a child, and then he was able to ride it like this. And this gun and flower seemed to be the same as the pedals on the bicycle. After a certain moment,
, it seems to have become a very smooth skill.
Fei Qian has also become accustomed to the flow of blood, the igniting of beacon smoke, and the cruel war.
Just like now.
Fei Qian pulled the horse and stopped. The horse snorted dissatisfiedly, as if asking why it didn't move forward. Fei Qian leaned down slightly, patted the horse's neck to comfort it, then straightened up and looked
Looking at the scattered people about a hundred paces ahead.
Those who are at the bottom are the old and the weak.
They are all old and weak people who even Bai Bojun looks down upon and despise.
Abandoned far away from the camp, it seems that they are not even qualified to get closer. They can only fend for themselves as a group of old and weak people.
An old farmer stood up from the ground shakily, and then opened his mouth in confusion. His lips, which lacked teeth, were dry and sunken, just like the clothes on his body. His eyes were muddy and dull, and he looked at Fei Qian and his party stupidly.
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One, two, three...
Slowly, gradually, the old and weak people who were abandoned on this mountain road got up from the ground.
Fei Qian was speechless for a moment.
These old and weak people also stood silently.
Above the official road, there are only the sounds of the gurgling Fenshui on one side and the sound of horses wagging their heads and snorting.
Fei Qian kicked off his horse, and Huang Cheng dismounted as soon as he saw it, following Fei Qian.
Fei Qian took two steps forward, stood still, looked around, then let out a long sigh, clasped his hands together, made a long bow, and said loudly: "We wait for the rescue to arrive late, but I still hope that all the villagers will
Please forgive me!"
A group of old and weak people standing nearby knelt down and returned the gift. An old man raised his head and asked tremblingly: "May I ask...has Yong'an been recovered?"
Fei Qian took a few steps forward, helped the old man up, and then said: "Yong'an has been restored, you can return home!"
Home?
Home!
A word that seems to weigh a thousand pounds.
The old farmer's originally dull, lifeless face, like frozen soil, was instantly penetrated by this word, and hot emotions erupted from the deepest depths. The dark smile on his face
The wrinkles suddenly seemed to be filled with vitality and vitality in the blink of an eye.
"Okay... I can really... go back to Yong'an... go home..."
The old farmer looked at Fei Qian with his eager eyes. At this moment, his desire to go home exceeded everything else, making him forget what etiquette he should follow. He only hoped that what he was seeing in front of him would not happen again and again.
The dream in the dark night turned into nothing when I woke up the next moment.
"Yong'an has been restored. You can come back." Fei Qian nodded and repeated it seriously.
Two lines of turbid tears gushed out from the corners of the old farmer's eyes, which were like dry fields, and went down the bridge of his nose, flowing through the deep wrinkles that hide countless stories, and through the rough skin that had experienced countless winds and frosts. One drop.
The drops splashed onto the loess, kicking up a thin circle of yellow dust.
Fei Qian smiled slightly, then cupped his hands around, and said: "I still need to go to defeat the Baibo bandits. I came in a hurry and couldn't bring much food and grass. You can wait here for a while. After defeating the Baibo bandits,
I'll send someone to bring some food, that'll be fine..."
Just as he was talking, Fei Qian suddenly seemed to hear some unusual sounds coming from the front. He couldn't help but stop talking and looked up into the distance...
At this time, the Baibo Army's rear camp was in a state of panic. Several fireworks began to burn, as if they had ignited something extremely flammable. In the blink of an eye, billowing black smoke rose into the sky.
The back camp of the Baibo Army turned into a mess almost instantly.
The black smoke rising into the sky roared over the rear camp of the White Wave Army like several black dragons. The flames that began to burn everywhere made the White Wave Army lose sight of each other. They were in chaos. All kinds of shouts and shouts spread across the entire land. Many White Wave Army seemed to be trapped.
The wild bee stabbed the honeycomb hard, buzzing and running around.
Zhang Lie and others wearing the same clothes shouted to put out the fire, but at the same time they secretly set fires. While shouting that they were their own people, they turned around and stabbed behind them...
The Baibo soldiers had no way of distinguishing each other. Everyone running around with a knife seemed to be one of their own, and they all seemed to be enemies sneaking in. In the end, even the distinction was useless. Every Baibo soldier felt that what he saw was
They are all enemies. They often don’t even say hello, but strike first when they meet each other to avoid being stabbed to death in the back...
All kinds of shouts and slashing sounds spread far and wide...
Fei Qian heard the sound and saw the black smoke rising far ahead. Knowing that Zhang Lie must have started, he hurried back, got on his horse, then cupped his hands and said: "The destruction of Baibo is about to happen, please hurry up."
Quickly make a way for us to break through it..."
Immediately the report came: "Yu She and Hua Xiong fought against each other and were killed by Hua Xiong."
Everyone was shocked.
The prefect Han Fu said: "I have General Pan Feng who can kill Hua Xiong."
Shao urgently ordered to go into battle. Pan Feng mounted his horse with a big ax in hand.
Not long after leaving, Pegasus came to report: "[Pan Feng was beheaded by Hua Xiong again]."
Everyone was eclipsed.
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I would like to ask: How many times was Pan Feng killed by Hua Xiong?
