The herb farmer was running desperately in the forest. He was used to walking in the forest and had skills similar to professional parkour. He jumped up and down and glided skillfully to avoid obstacles, but compared to the beast behind him, he was still a little behind.
, seeing that he was about to be overtaken, his heart was beating wildly, and his mind was running rapidly as he was unwilling to fail. How should he escape? Running was definitely not possible. There was no river here. It was too late to cover up the smell. He climbed up the tree.
Seeking death, there was only one way. The herb collector turned around and ran towards the other side, where was the warg's woodland. He deliberately made a noise to alert the warg, and the mutated fox bear was chasing after him.
Seeing that there was no way ahead, the herb collector leaned against a big tree. The fox bear stared at the thief in front of him, exhaling a few hot breaths from his mouth, vowing to tear him apart.
At this moment, several pairs of green eyes appeared in the dark grass. It was the Gloom Warg. They discovered the two intruders and let out an unfriendly growl, signaling to the mutated fox bear that this was their forest land.
But the huge fox bear didn't give any face to the wargs at this moment, and let out a provocative roar. The fight was about to break out. The two wargs pounced from behind while talking. The fox bear twisted its body vigorously, and all of a sudden the two wargs were facing each other.
One of the wargs flew away with one palm, but more wargs came up and a melee broke out.
The herb collector took advantage of the chaos and climbed up the big tree behind him to observe what was going on below. After a while, the fox bear gained the upper hand. Even though the warg, which was two times smaller in size, was numerous, it was no match for an adult fox bear and was defeated.
The warg who came in was embarrassed and withdrew from the fight after one was killed and three were injured, leaving the fox bear to do whatever he wanted in his territory. Only the herb collector and the mutated fox bear were left. They were in trouble.
The thin branches moved, hoping that the fox bear would give up its pursuit of him, but today the fox bear seemed to be extremely persistent. It climbed up the big tree and followed closely behind the herb collector. The thin branches could not withstand it.
Unable to hold such a heavy object, it swayed and groaned as it was about to break. The herb collector held on to the twigs with all his strength. He almost fell down when he dared to do so. What should I do? If he fell, he would die, and there was a fox bear in front of him.
The beast also noticed the dilemma of the herb collector and shook the branches desperately. The herb collector could not control the balance at all and was about to fall. Looking at the fox bear in front of him who was shaking the branch wantonly, he did not despair. He tried his best. The herb collector adjusted his center of gravity.
He swayed his body with the shaking of the fox bear, and the swaying amplitude of the thin branches became larger. Suddenly he let go of his hands and jumped outward with an extremely stretched body. The branches broke and the fox bear also fell down.
It hit several branches before it fell to the ground. The fox bear was so dizzy after being hit that he thought the opponent was some kind of monster. The instinctive fear of the beast made him run away without caring about anything else.
On the other side, farmers who collect herbs die
Ming grabbed a vine hanging on a nearby branch. His left hand hit the trunk of the tree and broke his bone. The jump just now was simply a miracle. The two trees were about six meters apart, and he actually jumped over. He survived the catastrophe.
This must be God's favor for him. He slowly climbed up the tree and found a branch to fix his broken left hand. The herb collector untied the package, opened the medicine box and looked at the cluster of blood cistanche and grinned.
, the smile was so brilliant, he won the bet, with this thing, he and his wife and children can survive this war in a big town. This box is all the hope for him and his family's life. Repair it.
, carefully wrapped the medicine box and carried it on his back, the herb collector identified the direction and headed back towards the village. He wanted to tell his family the good news that they were saved.
Back in the village, the sky was already dark, the lights were on in the house, and a scent of fragrance came out of the house. This prodigal woman must have roasted the out-of-season dry food. The man who had always lived frugally cursed casually,
But it doesn't matter anymore. The children have been hungry for a long time. Just eat. If you don't fill your stomach, you can't go to Emerald Town. He walked into the yard and opened the door of his house in a leisurely manner. "Honey, what are you doing?"
It's delicious, guess what medicinal materials I picked today."
"Oh, good medicinal materials, what are they, let me take a look." A strange voice, definitely not his wife, a soldier wearing talisman armor turned his head, holding in his mouth dry food used by the farmers who picked medicines for the season.
, there were four soldiers surrounding him. The dry food cooked on the obsidian in the middle made a rustling sound and exuded an alluring fragrance, while his wife was standing in the corner shivering with her two children in her arms.
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The leader of the rune armor soldiers bit off a piece of dry food, chewed it, then stood up and handed a piece to the herb collector, "You must be hungry, eat it, don't tell me, the roasted dry food is really delicious.
It tastes better than our army rations."
The farmer panicked, as if the sergeant in front of him was more terrifying than the fox and bear. He trembled and begged for mercy: "Master, please let us go. These are life-saving dry rations that are out of season. When you come,
I hid it, it’s true that I shouldn’t, military master, you can just eat it, feel free to eat it.”
The leading sergeant looked at the injured herb farmer, grabbed him by the neck, pulled him into the group of soldiers, and said loudly: "Brothers have all heard it, eat openly, you're welcome."
The herb collector couldn't help but nod, "You see, these are honest farmers. In fact, they have everything, but they will never take it out easily. To make them cooperate obediently, you must use some means to force them.
Look at how many delicious things have been conjured up again."
The sergeant was not in a hurry. He called the son of the farmer who came to collect herbs. The little boy was starving.
This tempting fragrance had a fatal attraction for him at the moment. He broke away from his mother's arm, ran over and snatched the dry food from the sergeant's hand, and kept chewing it. He was very hungry, and the sergeant who successfully played with the weakness of people's hearts ate it wantonly.
Laughing wildly, the daughter of an herb collector didn't know where she got the courage. She ran over to pull her brother back, snatched the dry food from his brother's hand, threw it at the sergeant, and shouted: "You bad guys, eat
Without our out-of-season food, how can we survive this water season?"
There was silence in the room. The little girl was telling the truth. These soldiers were also born in poverty. How could they not know that farmers' lives were not easy? A sense of guilt lingered. Some soldiers even put down the dry food in their hands. At this time, the leading sergeant said
He finished: "You want to live, but we don't want to live. We will starve to death. When the New Nan people come, are you going to defend the country? Do you want to be a traitor?"
These words suddenly gave their evil deeds a high-sounding name of justice, and the soldiers' guilt disappeared without a trace. Seeing this, the sergeant winked at his two subordinates. The two soldiers immediately understood and skillfully
The herb collector was pushed to the ground, the medicine box was rummaged out, and the soldier handed it to the sergeant. He opened it and laughed, "I'm right, as long as you use some means, good things will continue to squeeze out."
, this is the farmer.”
Seeing the contents in the box, the herb farmer's wife understood completely that all the hopes her husband had fought for with his life were over, and she burst into tears.
The sergeant who had already succeeded collected all the remaining dry food and medicine boxes, and kicked away the obsidian that was still a little warm. After eating, there was an unexpected surprise. They were about to leave, and they saw him lying on the ground like a pathetic creature.
The sergeant took out a white slip from the herb collector, squatted down, slowly put it in front of his eyes, and said softly: "Fellow, I don't want you for nothing, this is a white slip. When the war is over, you can come to the Southern Army Headquarters to ask for the account."
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After saying that, he walked away, leaving only a family of four in the impoverished house. The herb collector was lying on the ground, his face ashen. He slowly got up, pulled out his hunting knife, pushed open the door, and shouted: "Give it a try."
I keep my things and won’t lend them to you.”
The soldiers who had not yet walked out of the yard stopped. The noncommissioned officer did not look back. He smiled and said loudly: "I didn't hear clearly. What did you say?"
The farmer plucked up the courage and said loudly again: "I will keep my things and won't lend them to you."
The sergeant shook his head. He didn't even bother to look at the farmer, "What if I don't give it to you?"
The herb collector's heart tightened, and he squeezed the hunting knife in his hand tightly. He exerted too much force, and his hand trembled uncontrollably. He suddenly shouted: "Give it back to me."