Wu Shaoning went up to the high slope first, turned around and stretched out his hand to pull Du Xuan up, who was full of alcohol.
The roving militiamen who could not be seen at the end were huge. Due to the angle, the faces of the dozens of leaders were temporarily invisible under the light of the fire, but one of them caught the attention of Du Xuan and Wu Shaoning at the same time.
He is of medium height, with a slim build and a straight back. He is dressed neatly in commoner clothes and has his hair tied up in a bun. The hair scarf has been washed and faded, but is very clean.
As the men of the "C" team came out, Du Xuan frowned and understood the other party's intention almost instantly.
The leading soldiers were tall and burly, holding broadswords and spears, but those who followed were almost all old, weak, sick, and emaciated, and their bones could be broken without using weapons.
Wu Shaoning looked at Du Xuan: "This is killing people..."
"It was the same in the capital back then. The Song thieves asked the woman named Yan to lead the refugees to die." Du Xuan said solemnly.
The difference is that Yan Qinglin played tricks and never showed his face, quietly sending people to guide the emotions of the refugees.
But in the current scene, these people directly exposed their intentions.
The leading soldiers from the front gave orders for the attack, but their words were too short, so they only rushed back and forth to kill them in order to grab meat.
Behind the large square formation are bright spears, and the tall soldiers have expressionless faces. Anyone who flinches will be shot without mercy.
Further ahead, there were the angry Qingxiang village soldiers.
As the attack horn sounded, the leading soldiers rushed forward, and the soldiers behind drove them forward with their spears.
Master Zhan Qi shouted angrily after rejecting the rifle: "Fire the arrow!"
Du Xuan turned his head to avoid it, unable to bear to look.
There are not many militiamen in Qingxiang Village who are good at archery, less than fifty in total, and most of them have just practiced in the past two months. Now that the crossbows are firing, they can kill as many people as they can.
This group of people who came out had no fighting ability at all. Even their equipment was just sticks and guns. The leading soldiers were no longer "leaders". The spears in their hands were stabbing at the people around them, driving them away.
They move forward.
Many cries erupted from the crowd, desperate roars and furious roars, and finally turned into dead and destroyed figures.
Finally, someone approached the enemy's rifle. The tall enemy's rifle was extremely difficult to overcome, so he tried to set fire to it.
Master Zhan Qi would not let these people get their wish, so he ordered the strongest young man in the village to go up and kill them.
Those who have gone through all kinds of hardships to cross the Jimagun will either become rotten meat shot on the Jimagun, or become corpses lying in ditches.
Finally, everyone shouted "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Wave after wave of attacks, the militiamen from Qingxiang Village also rushed in, with the same loud slogan, "Protect our village!"
The wind by the stream was cool and slightly cold, and Du Xuan smelled heavily of alcohol, but he was completely gone.
He sat with his back against the slope, watching the gurgling water in the river.
Wu Shaoning watched the formation from above and sat down next to him silently.
Another gust of wind blew up. Du Xuan wiped his forehead and took a deep breath: "There is nothing we can do."
"Um."
"I always thought that after seeing such scenes too many times, there would be nothing scary about them. But now I realize that no matter how many times I have experienced them, they are still just as scary as fuck."
"This is the difference between humans and ghosts," Wu Shaoning said, "Some ghosts just like killing people and fighting, so they are not afraid."
Du Xuan smiled, then raised his head and saw a light on the top of the mountain in the distance.
Wu Shaoning followed his gaze and said, "It seems to be a Taoist temple."
"Old Tong mentioned this Taoist temple to me," Du Xuan said. "It's very far away, and there are several large tea gardens."
"Is Miss Ah Li's rental land up there?"
"It's at Genghou Mountain, but it's far away."
Wu Shaoning nodded.
"It's not easy to worship anything," Du Xuan kept looking at the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain and sighed. "If there were gods in the world, how could we see such a miserable world?"
Qingxiang Mountain is a Taoist temple. Ever since Xia Zhaoyi and Zhan Jiuye signed a land lease agreement here, Zhan Jiuye has regarded this place as a blessed place and strictly ordered his subordinates not to let the incense here be cut off.
Not only incense, but also candlelight at night.
Bai Wuniang and Bai Liuniang held baskets in their hands, walked across rivers and springs, and climbed up the slope of the hillside behind the tea garden. After walking for half a day, they opened the door of the Taoist temple's backyard.
The man is not here.
The two sisters looked around and walked forward. The man was sitting outside the gate of the Taoist temple, looking at the sea of fire in front of Qingshan Village from a distance.
"Sun San..." Bai Wuniang called out in a low voice.
The man turned around and saw that it was them. He slowly got up from the ground and said, "Little girl."
"Why did you come out? Didn't they tell you not to come out?" Bai Wuniang said.
"There's a war going on down there," Sun San said, "I'll come out and take a look."
His tone was loose and decadent, and his eyes were lifeless and dejected.
Bai Liuniang put the basket in her hand on the ground: "There is some food here. I think you haven't eaten for several days, so I'll give you these."
Sun San looked into the basket and saw some dry food and a few hard-boiled eggs.
Although it wasn't much, it was enough for him to eat for several days.
"You are not rich either, so don't give me anything." Sun San said.
"We don't want to give it to you, but we can't see you starve to death." Bai Wuniang said.
"That's right," Bai Liuniang also said, taking out a stack of paper from the basket, "You still have to teach us how to practice calligraphy. Can you help us see if we can practice these words well?"
Sun San raised his hand to pick it up.
"The one on top is mine, and the one on the bottom is Liu Niang's." Bai Wuniang said.
"Here, let me give you a pen." Bai Liuniang handed over the pen.
The two sisters were like students, watching obediently as Sun San reviewed and corrected their typos.
Sun San watched carefully and taught carefully, guiding every stroke.
After reading several pieces of paper and handing them back to them, Bai Wuniang's sharp eyes saw a small emerald green object hanging from his waist. Although the light and shadow were dim, it clearly showed its exquisiteness.
"Sun San, what is this?" Bai Wuniang asked curiously.
"My second uncle gave it to me," Sun San picked it up, "a small jade flute."
"Is it made of jade?"
"Um."
"It's so short, can it be played?"
"Since it's a flute, of course it can."
"Then you can play a song for us!" Bai Liuniang said expectantly.
Sun San smiled: "No, it will attract people."
"That's true..." Bai Liuniang muttered.
It was not advisable for the two sisters to stay for a long time, so they left after a few words.
They took the shortcut and walked quickly towards the tea garden.
A figure quietly poked its head out from downhill.
Tu Xiaoxi watched them leave, then looked up towards the mountain.
She wanted to go to the Taoist temple to borrow some light to practice calligraphy, but when she met the two sisters from the Bai family who were too sneaky, she kept silent.
Where are their baskets?
Tu Xiaoxi thought for a while and walked quietly to the Taoist temple.
