The yellow fallen leaves were picked up by the cold wind and slapped on the eaves of Qingcezhuang's meeting pavilion. The dark water droplets at the corners of the eaves fell to the ground along the tiles.
In the jungle on the nearby ridge, the treasure-stealing ferrets eagerly packed up the shiny treasures and shuttled through the wet trees; the sparrows stopped chirping, as if they had foreseen the impending disaster.
The villagers who were waiting for news in the pavilion did not know that above them, the Qianyan Army guarding the watchtower had all died under the iron heel of Munata's army.
"Village Chief Ruoxin, there seems to be a trumpet sound."
Uncle Ghost, who was wearing a bamboo hat, seemed to sense something, so he took Ayi and walked to Ruoxin, asking in a low voice.
Qingce Village is surrounded by mountains and empty valleys. As long as there is a slight sound, the whole valley can hear it clearly.
As the steward of Qingce Village, Grandma Ruoxin certainly understands the meaning of the horn sound.
This is the charge horn that the Qianyan Army will blow when they are at the end of their rope and their boats are in ruins. It symbolizes their courage to never retreat and their determination to defend their homeland.
This also shows that the incoming enemy is so strong that Qianyan Army can only resist it with his life.
The children playing in the meeting hall raised their heads and looked around in confusion, but the black rain formed by gunpowder smoke dripped into their eyes, causing them to shed tears in pain.
The beacon fire on the distant mountain top was also lit.
Wolf smoke drifted very fast along the wind, and the already gray sky seemed to become darker.
The village is full of helpless old people and children. No matter what happens, they have no ability to deal with it.
The elderly grandma Ruoxin tried her best to straighten her back, picked up the crutches leaning against the chair to make herself look more stable, nodded to Uncle Ghost, and announced the evacuation news in a slightly uneasy voice.
"Folks, the Qianyan Army has sounded the alarm for the invasion of monsters."
"Don't be greedy for property. Take the children and leave Qingce Village through the terraced path and go to Shimen."
The old man's words were heard far away, and although the villagers were panicked, years of trust and unity still prompted them to rush home to pack their bags and call their children to leave the land where they were born.
Not long after, the gathered villagers braved the heavy rain and set foot on the muddy path.
The children still didn't understand what happened tonight. They were wearing large raincoats and followed along in confusion.
The old people with more experience already understood what happened, pulled the naughty children, and moved towards the destination silently.
Standing on the distant mountain peak and looking down, the crowd evacuating Qingce Village seemed like a long queue, walking along the suspension bridge and the cliff, and the little lights looked dim in the wind and rain.
Grandma Ruoxin stood at the front of the queue, constantly looking behind her, scolding the naughty children to return to the queue, and nervously staring in the direction of the watchtower.
Until a girl wearing Liyue traditional clothes hurriedly came from the end, followed by a Qianyan Army soldier who was soaked like a drowned rat.
It was Ah Zhi, the herb-gathering girl who was originally sent by Ruoxin to the watchtower to inquire about the news, and Hua Qing, who was ordered to come from the watchtower to deliver the evacuation news.
"Grandma Ruoxin, it's not... it's not a monster invasion, the enemy..."
Hua Qing covered the girl's mouth in time.
Although it is certain that it is a light attack by a foreign army, it is better not to let ordinary people know too much at this time.
Hua Qing anxiously came to Grandma Ruoxin, whispered Jinglun's last order and the cavalry array he saw, and wanted to determine the evacuation direction of the villagers in Qingcezhuang.
"Foreign army?"
Contrary to Hua Qing's expectation, Ruoxin was not as panicked and shocked as expected after hearing the attack by the heavy armored cavalry. Instead, she wiped her rain-stained silver hair from her head and held on to the crutch in her hand.
"Cavalry charge, that kid Jinglun..."
Ruoxin frowned, and suddenly felt that her eyes were going dark, and she couldn't even see Hua Qing clearly.
She is old and her body is no longer adapted to strenuous exercise. After hearing the horn sound, Ruoxin ignored the heavy rain and led everyone to evacuate from the Senate Pavilion to the suspension bridge without stopping. She also braved the heavy rain and frequently raised her head to pay attention to the movements of the watchtower. Now
Physical strength has long been exhausted.
"Village Chief Ruoxin! Are you okay?"
Hua Qing hurriedly handed the spear in his hand to Ah Zhi, and reached out to support the village chief who had closed his eyes.
"Leave me alone, take the children away first..."
The old man gasped rapidly, his lips moved and he struggled to speak. His voice was mixed with thick phlegm, and his words were unclear.
The Qianyan Army guarding the watchtower is probably in danger. The most important thing now is to evacuate the villagers of Qingce Village in time to prevent the war from spreading to innocent people.
But soon there was the vibration of horse hooves trampling on the ground, and all the evacuated villagers turned their heads and looked behind at the same time.
The wave of red cavalry has approached the forum of Qingce Village. They are shouting forward. The violent charge seems to be far away from the villagers, but Ruoxin has already heard the neighing of the war horses.
The raging flames rushed to the top of the watchtower.
Wherever the horses' hooves tread, there will be scorched earth.
The firelight passed through the mottled tree shadows and shone from the shadows of countless leaves onto the incomplete dragon horn in the middle-aged man's hair. The left side of his face, which was traversed by a scar, shone with a shuddering dark light in the scarlet blood mist. p>
Expedition leader, Vikas.
Famas, who was at the forefront of the array, was wearing heavy armor that covered his face. He held a knight's sword with blood-colored inscriptions in his left hand and a spear in his right hand. His bright red pupils seemed to reflect the rolling sea of lava and the heat of the distorted air.
Tenteng is coming.
"Quick, look, what is that!"
"Cavalry, there are enemies invading Qingce Village!"
I don't know who started shouting and disturbed the people's hearts. The team that had been evacuating in an orderly manner began to riot. People were blinded by fear. Children's cries and chaotic footsteps sounded at the same time. The torches that were trying to maintain were also extinguished by the heavy rain in the panic. No one wants to be the victim of a cavalry spear. The originally peaceful and peaceful Qingce Village was eventually polluted by the flames of war.
"Huaqing, take the folks to the suspension bridge on the left!"
"Go to the cave under the waterfall..."
Ruoxin took a breath and whispered the direction of retreat to Hua Qing. She immediately began to dissuade the restless villagers and tried to comfort the frightened children. However, after just a moment, the old man's vision became blurry until he could see nothing clearly and stood still.
Staying in place motionless.
Fortunately, Ruoxin's actions finally calmed down the frightened villagers, and the torch was relit. Hua Qing gritted his teeth, carried the village chief on his back, and walked along the suspension bridge on the left to the bottom of a small waterfall. After searching carefully, he finally found Ruoxin.
The cave in the heart.
Outside this cold and damp cave, which is obscured by towering weeds and mottled tree shadows, there are actually several rock statues covered with green moss, as well as many extinguished torches.
The villagers lifted up the dense willow branches and long grass hanging from the entrance of the cave, stepped on the creaking dead branches, and followed the dark road into the depths of the cave.