"So, did General Li really leave a list? Why have I never heard anyone talk about it?" Qingzhu frowned as he looked at Gongsun Zhi's leaving back and thought about his red eyes just now.

, looked at Li Danqing with some confusion.

At this time, Li Danqing shrugged his shoulders and said: "The old man has such a carefree temperament. If he really had such leisure, he would have eaten meat and drank alcohol long ago. How could he still have the thought to draw up a list?"

"So, you lied to General Gongsun?" Xia Xianyin on the side looked unhappy when he heard this.

With her upright temperament, she obviously could not accept Li Danqing's method of deceiving her.

Li Shizi seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and said at that time: "Gongsun Zhi is a pretty good person, capable, and has a practical heart, but he lacks a little courage. Don't give him a hard blow."

He can't do anything with the medicine."

"I have too few people available now, so I really have to use some means..."

Qingzhu had no objection to this. Xia Xianyin frowned slightly, thought for a while, and nodded.

…

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

The number of refugees outside Wuyang City is increasing, exceeding one million.

But even though the number of refugees outside Wuyang City has increased several times compared to ten days ago, the amount of rice grains provided by the imperial court for disaster relief after opening the granary every day has not increased. The amount of rice grains provided before was not much, and was only enough.

More than 200,000 refugees barely had enough to eat. But now the 600,000 refugees still have the same rice grains as before. All day long, the refugees receive barely a few grains of rice in the porridge they receive, but only a little bit of it.

Just mushy rice soup.

Under such circumstances, large numbers of refugees began to starve to death.

In such a chaotic moment, the bodies of the refugees were ignored, so the plague began to spread, and the situation among the refugees became worse and worse.

Chai Hongyun is one of these millions of refugees.

He was originally the deacon of a martial arts hall in Wangshan County. He had some cultivation, but he was not very powerful. He relied on the deacon's support in the small martial arts hall and lived a fairly comfortable life.

His wife is gentle and virtuous, and his children are smart and sensible.

I thought my life could go on peacefully like this, but I didn't expect that the Liao people suddenly arrived. First, Longwuguan was broken, and all 400,000 White Wolf troops died in battle. When the news reached Wangshan County, everyone was shocked.

I panicked.

The county governor panicked and stopped the 40,000 to 50,000 defenders, but under the offensive of the Liao army, they retreated steadily. After only resisting for half a day, they died in the battle and fled.

Chai Hongyun packed up his belongings with his wife and children, and started his journey of exile among the refugees. However, the Liao people did not intend to let them go. A large number of Liao troops followed them all the way on horseback, and the ranks of the refugees were overwhelmed.

In Baluo, Chai Hongyun's son was also separated from his family in a chaotic battle. Chai Hongyun asked his wife to take their daughter away first, and turned back to look for him. Among the panicked crowd, Chai Hongyun just saw his son and was about to step forward.

The human cavalry suddenly rushed out, just a few feet away from his son. Chai Hongyun watched helplessly as his son died under the Liao cavalry.

That moment.

Chai Hongyun's eyes were completely red.

He could hardly restrain his urge to rush forward, hack the Liao man to death, and avenge his son.

He was a warrior and had some cultivation. On the way to escape, people were worried about whether someone might do something to make money or kill someone if they were not safe. Therefore, Chai Hongyun was cautious and carried his own knife with him.

His hand had already grasped the handle of his knife at that time, and he was about to step forward.

But at this juncture, he suddenly stopped.

At that time.

The surrounding Liao people's cavalry kept fighting out, and countless refugees were wailing under the Liao people's cavalry. However, the Liao people didn't care about the people's begging for mercy. They slaughtered wantonly, as if they were enjoying this hell on earth.

Chai Hongyun, who still felt the pain of losing his son, began to be afraid.

But it's not because of the Liao people's spears and halberds...

He realized that the Liao people would continue to hunt down the refugees, and they were still thousands of miles away from Wuyang City. If he stepped forward now, he might have a slight chance to avenge his son, but the result was predictable.

of.

He will die under the sword of the Liao people.

If this happens……

What fate will his wife and daughter suffer?

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

He forced himself to calm down at this moment.

Suppressing the anger and sadness in my heart.

He also put down his dignity as a father.

He returned to his wife and daughter in dejection. When asked by his wife and daughter, he just said that he could not find his son, but he did not dare to tell his wife and daughter that his son died in front of him.

In this way, they hid in Tibet all the way, facing precarious situations, and finally arrived at Wuyang City.

I thought that after arriving at the feet of the Emperor, life would finally settle down.

But he didn't expect to go to Wuyang City, but he couldn't enter the city. He had to be settled outside the city and lived by giving out porridge every day.

Everyone was asking when the imperial court would send troops, when it would regain lost territory, and when it would avenge them, the displaced refugees.

But Chai Hongyun did not wait for this answer. What was waiting was more and more refugees outside Wuyang City.

The quantity of rice for disaster relief was scarce at the beginning, but it was barely enough to satisfy the hunger. Later, it became less and less. If you want to get the rice, you have to fight for it.

Chai Hongyun, who has some level of cultivation, can still handle it. After all, he is ordinary.

After all, the farmers are no match for him.

Of course he also knew that if he robbed other people's food, others would starve, but his wife and daughter at home were crying for food, so how could he care about others.

But later, my wife fell ill.

Unable to enter the city and unable to see a doctor, he had to rely on his wife to support him.

He thought that if he gave his wife more food, her health would be better and she would be fine.

So, he gave most of his meal to his wife.

But as he ate less, he lost strength, the number of refugees increased, and the competition became more intense.

It was as if he was trapped in a vicious cycle. As his wife's health became worse and worse, he gave more to her, while he ate less and less and could grab less and less rice.

Three nights ago, his wife passed away. She said she was tired and wanted to sleep for a while, but then she never woke up again.

Just when she was dying, she held his hand and kept saying that she wanted to take good care of her daughter and find their son.

Chai Hongyun burst into tears, but just nodded repeatedly.

It took him a lot of effort to free himself from the death of his wife and children.

He had no time to grieve, no time to feel sad, he just settled his daughter and then thought of ways to get food.

These days, in order to help his wife recover from her illness, he and his daughter have allocated a lot of food rations to his wife. Now that his daughter is so hungry that she is emaciated and sallow, Chai Hongyun is worried that if this continues, his daughter will not be able to survive.

He couldn't accept losing his daughter again, so for the past three days, he came to the porridge soup place early in the morning and dragged his tired body to grab portions of pitifully thin porridge for his daughter.

He picked out all the rice grains in the gruel and gave it to his daughter to eat. He just drank some rice soup and found some leaves to eat...

Today, Chai Hongyun also arrived at the city gate very early.

Waiting for the city gate to open, officials are serving porridge.

Today, he was lucky and got two bowls of rice porridge.

He walked quickly and cautiously along the way, trying to avoid the crowds of refugees as much as possible. After all, under the current situation, many of the millions of refugees were hungry. In ordinary times, no one would even care about two bowls of gruel.

Something that is very likely to cost people their lives at this moment.

But the goal is too obvious, or in other words, there are just too many homeless people on the road.

Chai Hongyun was eventually targeted.

A dozen refugees gathered around him, staring at him like wolves.

Of course Chai Hongyun thought about saying something, such as telling them his own experience and telling them about the fact that he still had a daughter waiting to be fed, in order to gain sympathy.

Such an idea only existed in his mind for a moment before he rejected it.

There is no other reason.

Just because he saw clearly the eyes of those victims at that time.

That scarlet gaze, that numb face.

There is no trace of being human.

Hunger has driven everyone here, every plant and tree, into madness.

Chai Hongyun struggled with them for a while, but was finally defeated with his fists and four legs. In addition, more and more refugees came around after hearing the news. Chai Hongyun was afraid that he would have nothing to gain today, so he had no choice but to kill him.

One of the bowls of rice porridge was thrown out.

The rice soup was scattered all over the ground, and the group of refugees, like evil wolves, spread out on the ground with dirt and licked up the rice soup on the ground.

Chai Hongyun took this opportunity and dragged his injured body back outside the hay shed where his daughter was settled.
To be continued...