They gave medicine to the wounded in the caravan, and those who were seriously injured were carried into the carriage and were treated by Xiao Ruo.
Although they were said to be seriously injured, they were actually fractures. Xiaoruo chose a few thin wooden boards to tie them up and give them a shape, and then gave them pills made by Sichuan Intermittently, which was considered preliminary treatment.
The two dead ones were wrapped in mats and placed in the last carriage. When they reached the next town, they were asked to be taken back to Qinzhou to return to their roots.
By the time the caravan was repaired and arranged, the sky was already a deep dark blue.
"It's getting dark and we can't make the journey, so let's camp where we are? Hey, are there any other bandits here besides you?"
As he spoke, Zhai Er kicked the short and skinny bandit who was tied into a rice dumpling with his toes.
"No, no more..."
The short and skinny bandits were crying. They had been gathering here to rob passers-by for several months. This was the first time they had kicked an iron plate and been beaten.
Jiang Ping threw the last bundle of captured bandit weapons onto the carriage and said, "That's it, let's inform the brothers to rest where they are tonight and start our journey again tomorrow!"
He pointed at Chang, who had arranged tonight's vigil with several of his brothers.
"Qi Laowu, Xiang Yiqing, Zhai Er, Xiaoxun and I stayed up until midnight. Ma Laosan, Li Wu, Tongzi, and Akun followed the escort leader Ran and stayed up until midnight."
Ran Zhongren clicked his tongue, but didn't say anything.
He cast a sinister glance at the bandits who were tied together and said to Jiang Ping, "Then what are they going to do with them?"
After saying that, he didn't wait for Jiang Ping to answer, and laughed to himself: "Hey, why not kill them all to save trouble."
There was a twisted joy in his smile, which made people know that he was not just talking, but he really wanted to silence him.
The short and thin bandit was so frightened that he screamed and shouted: "You can't kill me! You can't kill me! I'm a soldier!"
The twenty or so people tied next to him also shouted: "Yes! We are soldiers! The law stipulates that the people cannot kill soldiers!"
Those who followed and shouted were the same people who listened to the whistle and ordered the siege of Jiang Ping.
Hearing what they said, escorts, you look at me, I look at you, and there was no movement for a moment.
Ran Zhongren was also stunned, and his face changed color.
If these people are not lying, they are really making up soldiers, and fighting with soldiers is a serious crime in this world.
Jiang Ping was the first to react. He walked up to the short and thin bandit, picked up a broken branch and opened his clothes.
"Hey, who are you bluffing? If you don't wear fish scale armor and don't wear armbands, you dare to call yourself a soldier?"
The bodyguards gathered around them and tore off the clothes of the other shouting bandits. As expected, each of them was only wearing cloth clothes.
"Damn it! How dare the little rat trick Grandpa! I'll slice you up today and eat barbecue later!" Ran Zhongren got angry and was about to draw the knife.
The short and thin bandit twisted his body, raised his head on his crotch and shouted in a high voice: "I have a negative seal! A negative seal!"
The negative seal is a wooden sign on which the soldier's name, unit, family, etc. are recorded. If the soldier dies in battle, he can be identified based on this so that it can be recorded and sent to his hometown.
When I touched it from his waist, I found a black wooden sign.
Engraved on the wooden sign is "Chu Wenyou, Feijianying Erhuo, a native of Caoxi County".
Similar negative badges were also found on other bandits. Among the seventy-six surviving bandits, there were actually twenty-four soldiers!
In Ran Zhongren's fierce eyes, the short and thin bandit told the whole story while crying.
It turned out that they were soldiers stationed in Monan. The old general who led them more than a year ago suddenly resigned from the emperor, saying that he wanted to retire and return to his fields. The emperor actually approved it and appointed a new general who was about twenty years old.
take over.
The new general is arrogant and will show off his power to the barbarians outside the Pass.
The fighting that lasted for three days made the people below miserable, and even the people at the border had a hard time. All the companies doing business on the border ran away, fearing that they would be stabbed to death by blind swords and guns one day.
They belong to the Flying Arrow Battalion. When a battle begins, they must be the first to attack, using arrows to clear the way for the infantry. They often stay up all night without talking, and worry about their own lives.
After a few months, Chu Wenyou couldn't live any longer.
He is very clever and often gives his brothers crooked ideas, and everyone is willing to listen to him.
So he encouraged the twenty-four brothers from the Second Fire of Feijian Camp where he was located, and escaped from the barracks on a dark and windy night.
After they fled Monan, they started robbing homes and properties. The north was so poor, so they decided to flee all the way south when they found out that they couldn't get much money.
Along the way, many refugees who had also fled south were recruited. They only wanted men but not women. They specifically looked for places like today's road in the middle of dense forests on both sides and became bandits.
"It turned out to be a deserter, so I asked why the bandits had arrows."
Jiang Ping threw the negative seal back to Chu Wenyou, clapped his hands and said to Ran Zhongren: "Ran Zhongren, deserters are also soldiers. We can't deal with them privately. Wait until the next city and hand them over to the officials."
Ran Zhongren snorted from his nostrils and agreed.
The sky was already as dark as ink. Everyone tied up the carriage and lit several bonfires. After heating up some dry food to fill their stomachs, the caravan guys and the coachmen went back to the carriage to sleep.
The bodyguards were on duty and kept vigil as arranged by Jiang Ping.
Qi Laowu, Xiang Yiqing, Zhai Er, Xiaoxun and Jiang Ping were sitting around the largest bonfire, warming themselves up.
The air is chilly in the night under the durian moon, and it is quite unique to sit by the fire and look up at the stars in the sky.
Everyone gradually entered the dreamland, and the five people watching at night talked some gossip to ward off their drowsiness.
Jiang Ping had been holding back his words since the day. He looked at Xiao Xun next to him, who had his arms folded across his chest, and hesitated to speak.
Xiaoxun also noticed Jiang Ping's abnormality and asked, "Brother Jiang, do you have something to ask me?"
He asked directly, but Jiang Ping was a little hesitant. He took a deep breath of the cold night wind before carefully considering his words and said: "Brother Xiao, didn't you feel anything unusual this afternoon?"
Xiaoxun was confused and still looked at Jiang Ping with his deep eyes.
"That's it...when I told you to be careful, didn't you feel something behind you?" Jiang Ping continued to ask.
Thinking carefully about everything that happened during the day, Xiaoxun suddenly thought of the charred round ground and the charcoal handprint.
He did not mention this to Jiang Ping, but simply said: "There seemed to be a heat wave behind me at the time, but it passed quickly. I didn't see anything strange when I looked back."
Jiang Ping slapped his thigh and shouted at the top of his voice: "That's it! You turned your back and didn't see it, I just watched it."
He glanced warily at the deserters and refugees who were bundled together in the dark, and continued to speak in a low voice: "You know, at that time, someone touched your back and was about to chop you with a knife."
"But in an instant, the man was swallowed up by the fire, and the fire immediately turned blue, and then disappeared wrapped around the man!"
"A living person disappeared suddenly! Do you think this is haunted?"