When the wind is strong at night, mountain fires are the worst thing that should not be underestimated.
Xia Zhaoyi stood up despite her sleepiness, packed her things, and left Qingyun where she was. She went to explore the road, and after confirming a feasible path, she came back and took Qingyun with her.
As morning dawned, the mountain fires grew bigger and bigger, and the tongues of fire crazily devoured the lush summer vegetation.
Captain Lin led a group of soldiers and ran out of the mountain in embarrassment.
"Trash! It's really trash!" Captain Lin was furious.
No one dared to say anything, everyone looked timidly at the other side of the mountain.
For the time being, you can only see billowing black smoke, but if there is no heavy rain, it may continue to burn.
There was silence for a while, and then one team couldn't bear it anymore and said softly: "Captain, what should we do now?"
"What should I do? What else can I do!" Lieutenant Lin said angrily, "Just say that I have found the note. It is indeed a whistleblower, but someone grabbed the note and threw it to death."
"Is this... appropriate?"
"Do you have a better way?" Colonel Lin turned back and glared at him, "If not, just go and count the people and see how many people are missing!"
"yes……"
"Weak!" Lieutenant Lin kicked him over.
The team fell into a trap and was chewed up by a dog.
"I'm warning you, this matter is related to everyone's lives. Don't leak it out, otherwise I will be the first to take action on you!" Lieutenant Lin said viciously.
No one answered, everyone looked tense, afraid of the fire.
Under the morning light, the smoke was like a devil's claw, scratching at the hearts of the soldiers.
But deep in the mountains on the other side of the fire, two soldiers also wearing light armor were crossing the river and climbing up the river bank on slippery stones.
"Come on." The man who came ashore first turned around and pulled the man behind him.
The two people lay down on the shore panting, looking at the fire to the west.
The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the hot wind blows over, fearing that it will also bring the flames.
"Old Tong, can we run away like this?" the thin one asked uncertainly.
"Never mind, it won't be a good life if you stay anyway." Lao Tong gritted his teeth, feeling scared, and at the same time tried hard to calm down.
"It's still too late to go back now..." Zhi Changle said.
"We wanted to be soldiers in the first place, not to shoot birds and climb mountains to please those superficial people." Lao Tong said angrily, "Brother Bai went down for us, and the man surnamed Lin cut off the rope with a knife. Why! Why? This
It's such a dangerous thing, why don't they go on their own! I lost my life just for a few steamed buns. If I had known, I should have gone to Chongyi to join those bandits!"
Thinking of all the people who had died recently, Lao Tong was trembling with rage.
Zhi Changle was rejoicing: "If you had really gone to join the bandits back then, you might have died there now. Song Shangshu's precious son went back and forth there several times and killed all the people he caught, leaving no one alive.
None of them were left behind. Those who were still hiding in the mountains or those who escaped in the chaos, he led his soldiers and horses to block them at the other end."
Lao Tong's eyes became longing: "It would have been nice if we could have defected to a wise master. If we had followed General Song, we wouldn't have suffered today." He said, shaking his head, "No, we are not young anymore.
General Song Lang was too young at that time, he should have gone to meet Duke Rong Guo."
Now in Daqian, only Rong Guogong is still prosperous, but the others have long since died.
The reason why the Marquis of Jing'an was chosen in the first place was because Tao Daijiang, the Marquis of Jing'an, was the only upstart who had been awarded a title in addition to being conferred or demoted since the first year of Xuanyan.
Of course, when Lao Tong came to seek refuge, he just wanted to have a full meal.
"I'm not tired anymore," Lao Tong said, "Are you still tired? If not, let's go quickly."
Zhi Changle got up and said tiredly: "Let's go, let's go, we have to go if we are tired."
It's slightly better to walk outside, but it takes more walking to go inside.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that Xia Zhaoyi led Qingyun out.
At the foot of the mountains, apricot blossoms are white in the village. The setting sun shines on the fences. In many fences, there are piles of spears, firewood, fighting grass and wine jars.
Coming down from the mountain, I heard a noise not far away, and many farmers gathered there.
Xia Zhaoyi led the horse over. On the other side of the crowd was a dirt road, which was very open.
Looking across the dirt road, there is an earth temple in front of it. In front of the earth temple, many soldiers are beating people. The ones being beaten are also soldiers, squatting there with their heads in their hands, huddled together.
"Well done, kill them!" shouted an old man next to him.
"What they harmed is not a thing." Someone else said.
Xia Zhaoyi stood at the end of the crowd, looking at the situation below, and asked the old woman on the side: "Old man, is there a tailor shop or a shop selling some steamed buns, melons and fruits in the village?"
The old woman looked back at her, then looked at the horse next to her, and was stunned: "Little boy, is this your horse?"
Xia Zhaoyi looked back at Qingyun and nodded: "That's right."
"Where did your horse come from?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Old man, I want to find a tailor shop. Is there one in Murakami? You can show me the way and I will tell you where my horse comes from."
The old woman shook her head: "There is no such thing as Murakami. You have to go to Xitao Town. If you want to buy food, go over there, but that old Zhangtou is over there now."
The old woman points to the crowd.
Xia Zhaoyi followed his gaze and looked over.
There was a sea of people there, with many children sitting astride their father's neck. There were also some older children who clapped their hands and laughed in groups, pointing at the soldiers below who were being beaten. Some even threw stones at them.
However, it has little strength and cannot be thrown far.
The old Zhangtou mentioned by the old woman is next to these children. He usually hides a lot of malt candies in his pockets. When he sees a child who is smart and lively or has a sweet mouth, he will stuff a few pieces into it, so the children in the village also like to play with him.
When Xia Zhaoyi looked over, the children had already paid attention to this side.
"That woman is actually holding the horse..."
"I don't know where it came from. I also want to get a horse and ride it."
"Hahaha, can you ride?"
Xia Zhaoyi looked away and said to the old woman: "Thank you, old man. I brought this horse from Chongyi. Have you heard of General Song?"
The old woman was stunned: "General?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled, said no more, and led the horse away.
"Hey hey hey, she's gone!"
"That horse doesn't look very good at all. It's far worse than the soldiers below!"
"If you don't want it, it's your business, let's borrow it!"
"Walk!"
A bunch of eleven or twelve-year-old children immediately ran away.
There were many horses parked on the grass beside the village road at the foot of the mountain, and a dozen rows of soldiers stood on the other side.
There was a carriage in the distance going very slowly, Shitou raised his whip, and suddenly froze for a moment, looking up at the mountain.
"What's wrong?" Feng Ze asked.
"Why is it her again?"
"Who?"
Dai Yu and the others also raised their heads.
Dai Yu said "Hey" and laughed: "It's fun, I also met it here."
