The freshly steamed buns were delivered. After Xia Zhaoyi packed up the baggage and handed the letter over, she motioned to the waiter to lean over and she whispered softly in his ear.
The clerk was stunned, looked at the letter in his hand, and then looked at her: "So?"
"yes."
"But you..." The man looked at the little girl in front of him, with some distrust in his eyes.
"Just go ahead and say it. You won't suffer anyway, or you just think I'm a bad guy and let them make a judgment after reading the letter. If you don't have the ability to judge at all, then sooner or later your small village will have to
After you finish playing, just think of it as a test for them."
After saying that, Xia Zhaoyi turned around and left.
It's still the same statement. Whether you believe it or not, it actually has nothing to do with her.
If you can help someone, do so. If others don't want your help, there's no need to ask for it.
Leave from the trail to the northeast of the village, avoiding the guarding militiamen squatting in the dark over there.
Xia Zhaoyi counted the steps under her feet.
If you take one more step, you will be one step closer to your second brother.
Of course, it would be faster with a horse.
There was a sharp whistle, and the soldiers who had already gotten up to drill heard the sound and ran over to assemble.
After two more whistles, Song Erlang put down the whistle in his hand and turned his head to look to his left.
The soldiers who were running late stood there frozen.
"After the battle begins, you will be responsible for taking the lead." Song Erlang said, "This way you won't worry about being slow."
Several soldiers raised their hands to straighten their armor and nodded: "Yes..."
"Come in!"
The soldiers lowered their heads and ran into the crowd.
"Report!" Song Erlang shouted again.
Numbers rang out one after another, and Song Erlang stood in front of the people with a stern expression.
He no longer has the mask on his face, but the face beneath the mask makes many people feel uncomfortable.
It used to be scary at first glance, but the next time I looked at it, it was just funny. Now that I have lost my dignity, I feel it is too majestic and sharp.
But Song Erlang's heart was in a mess now.
This isn't even a training ground, it's just a wide grassy area surrounded by tents.
Counting the 300 Zheng Beijun who followed him south, the total number was less than 500.
And apart from those Zheng Beijun, what kind of goods are left?
Soldiers who can't stand up!
I wonder why a promising person would be sent here? What is the difference between it and exile?
And what's most scary is that there are also the details of those horse thieves mixed in.
However, yesterday's urgent letter revealed that these horse thieves were coming with such force that there was no time left for him to identify and catch the spies one by one.
After reporting the numbers, Song Erlang divided the 500 people into three groups, with one group composed of Zheng's Northern Army as the main force of the entire army.
The most elite part of Zheng Bei's army formed a group with these Zhaoyun soldiers who stayed in the local area, and secretly issued an order. If they felt that there was a problem with any of the Zhaoyun soldiers, they could kill them first and then report them.
The least remaining group of soldiers are Zhaoyun soldiers, and they are also the group that Song Erlang feels is most suspicious.
These Zheng Beijun were all tempered with bones and blood on the northwest battlefield. They fought their way out of desperate and difficult situations many times. Just their eyes, a glance that was neither light nor heavy, were like a sword.
Sharp knife.
There were eight thousand Zhengzheng men, but only two thousand remained in the end. These three hundred people were arranged for him by the crown prince of Zheng, Zhao Kun, under the pressure of heaven's power. They were no different from cutting flesh in Zheng's palace.
Song Erlang narrowed his eyes and looked back at the vast Nagano on the other side of Panyun Road.
"How many years has fighting been going on here?" Song Erlang asked loudly.
No one answered.
Song Erlang stretched out his finger: "This place has fertile land and beautiful mountains and clear waters. If it is used to grow crops, how much can it produce?"
When everyone looked up, they saw green and fertile fields, huge rivers in the sky, picturesque mountains in the distance, and boundless heaven and earth.
"Being trampled by a bunch of wolf-hearted people!" Song Erlang shouted angrily, and raised his voice a little higher, "Brothers, there have been wars and chaos for hundreds of years, and there are only a handful of stable years in between. But here, no one has been able to conquer it for hundreds of years. If we capture it, this place will no longer be called Zhaoyun Mountain from now on! With our blood, we will bear the name of this land!"
"Yes!" Zheng Beijun was the first to roar violently.
"I can't hear you, please make it louder!" Song Erlang shouted loudly.
"Yes!!" the crowd roared, and those Zhaoyun soldiers were also led, and their blood surged for no reason.
"Let's go!" Song Erlang said, "Let's go!"
A strong wind blew, and Shen Shu's dark hair flew high.
He held the scroll in his hand and held the other hand behind his back. His wide sleeves were flying in the wind, along with his black hair.
"Look," Shen Shu said with a smile, "Those who have been on the battlefield are different. Together with those Zhaoyun soldiers, they are clearly distinguished. Isn't it easy to tell them apart?"
Shen Lie looked at the soldiers and horses in the distance without saying a word. His eyes were always cold, but today it was rare that they were as warm as spring and summer sunshine, and there was a faint expectation and yearning.
"Do you want to go together?" Shen Xu looked back.
Shen Lie looked at him and looked back, shaking his head slightly: "No."
"Where are the bandits we promised to suppress?" Shen Shu smiled.
"The bandits I have suppressed are not enough."
"With them, you can kill more."
Shen Lie didn't say anything. After a while, he turned around, opened the tent, and walked in.
The tent curtain dropped, and soon after it regained its calm, it was picked up by the wind again.
Shen Xu looked at the door curtain, then lowered his eyes to look at the book in his hand. Suddenly he coughed violently. He put his hand on his lips and coughed fiercely.
I want to endure it, but it's getting harder and harder to hold it in.
He was leaning on the tent, his thin back hunched over, and he kept coughing.
Shen Lie sat cross-legged in the tent with his back straight, listening to the coughing outside, and closed his eyes.
A fast horse galloped from a distance.
Bian Baye sat on the horse with a cold expression.
"It's from Zhaoyun Pass!" The ten men shouted as soon as they arrived, "There's something going on over there!"
Bian Baye didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear anything, and looked at the horizon coldly.
The ten-man commander noticed something was wrong, and suddenly saw two people on horses behind him, and was startled: "First young master, second young master? Why are you here?"
Then they noticed the filial piety scarves tied on their heads, and the ten people were shocked: "This is..."
Bian Lei's face was pale and his lips were also pale. He looked sick.
Bian Yuanfeng's eyes were red and swollen, and his hands were tightly grasping the reins.
"Do you want a blood sacrifice, the boss?" Lu Tanlang said coldly.
Blood sacrifice.
These two words made Bian Yuanfeng's eyes suddenly brighten up. He looked up at Master Bian and shouted angrily: "Dad!"
"Kill." Bian Baye gritted his teeth, "Kill them all, I will destroy that village!"
Another fast horse ran on the dirt road in the mountains after getting off the official road.
While running, the man suddenly slowed down.
He thought he had seen it wrong, but he was right. There was really a little girl over there.
She was sitting cross-legged by the stream, lowering her head while whittling wood.
Her hair was fixed with a wooden hairpin, exposing her fair neck, and she was dressed in cloth, which made her complexion look good.
The man looked around, then looked at the girl. She seemed to be the only one.
I have never met such a calm kid before. It was a little strange, but he still pulled out the knife from his waist. It's not like he has never done this kind of thing with ease.