Sikong only returned to the Blood Wolf Army's camp three days ago. In fact, half a month ago, he could have returned here, commanded the army, and attacked Yin City, but he did not.
In the past half month, he had been experiencing a kind of leisure time uncharacteristically. He was walking alone in the mountains and forests, sleeping in the open air, watching the farmers busy day and night. He was not wearing the red shirt he wore every day.
Instead, he changed into farm clothes with a farmer, rested at the farmer's house for two nights, and helped the farmer do a lot of farm work and harvest rice.
That farmer's family was actually some distance away from the Blood Wolf tribe and was still in the mountains. In such a village, only three or five farmers were still there. They didn't help harvest the large tracts of rice. Sikong asked the reason why. It was because of the barbarian invasion and killings everywhere.
For days, most of the people in the village fled to Yincheng, the only city that dared to take in refugees.
He couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, it was Su Yin again. Like some strange fate, he would be connected to that woman no matter where he was.
He is calm, polite, and hard-working.
Although the farmer in his forties had a wife, his wife died and left no children. If he had a daughter, he really wanted his daughter to marry this young man who seemed to be knowledgeable, sensible, and hardworking. In Sikong
When he was leaving, the kind-hearted farmer gave Sikong some dry food made from the most expensive grains, rice and some fruits, vegetables and meats at home. He also took out two ingots of money that he had saved for many years and handed them to him.
It is said that there is always a need to escape to Yincheng.
Sikong didn't understand why a farmer who couldn't even protect himself would help an outsider like this. He didn't understand, but when he saw farmer Song He left, the sincerity on his face was like when the dark clouds recede after the rain.
The exposed sun exudes a warm sunny smile.
It was like the most beautiful time of the grassland, a tranquility that could not be touched by the bloody storm on the battlefield.
He accepted the farmer's kindness and quietly placed a piece of smoke jade he carried with him in the well of the farmer's home. The farmer would never know that this young man who he thought was kind, kind and hard-working was a leader.
The most terrifying army in the world, a murderous demon.
Sikong thought he and this farmer would never see each other again.
But he was wrong. The time to see each other again was sooner than he imagined. Just when he was about to return to the camp, two prairie soldiers hung heads on their horses, including that of this farmer.
Because of the hard work of farm work, he has aged prematurely and is filled with wrinkles. There is no sincerity in his eyes, only fear and desire for life, which stays in his last expression of "life is time".
Sikong remained silent. Even though he had harvested too many lives, at this moment, his heart began to fluctuate.
When two grassland soldiers wearing felt hats saw another Siguo man appearing in front of them, they immediately laughed ferociously and rode their fast horses toward Sikong, drawing a big arc with their scimitars in their hands.
In their eyes, Sikong is a lamb to be slaughtered, and every head represents military merit and the conditions for them to obtain more wealth and resources.
Sikong smiled and faced the galloping horse with the same expression on his face as when the farmer saw him off that day.
Like after the rain, the sun breaks through the dark clouds and shines clear sunshine on the grassland, but it does not make people feel warm.