The king is the undoubted mainstay of this mountain. The next moment we go there is a moonlight scene. Although Xiaoyao Mountain is not a place where people are distracted, it is still quite impetuous. The main reason is probably because the second boss, Mr. Jiang, has been away from the mountain since the king came down.
It was almost like the roar of the wind turned the entire mountain into a fortress.
At first, everyone on the mountain thought it was a secret message that there was a large-scale invasion by officers and soldiers, but they were worried after a few moonlight scenes. Not to mention the government army, even the government spies who had sneaked to the foot of the mountain to peek in the past had not been seen for a long time.
The minions who had slept soundly with their eyes closed throughout the night complained a lot about Master Jiang in private. But if they really wanted to say that I would turn over and become a king and other such rebellious words, I would not dare to give these minions who could not bear the suffering.
After all, this group of people went up side by side, and Master Jiang probably overturned it with one arm.
Even if they were lucky enough to kill Master Jiang during the introduction, there will always be a time when the king goes back to the mountain. No one is willing to go through all the trouble to sit at the top of Xiaoyao Mountain and have their head sent back in the blink of an eye.
"got windy."
Zhao Hou'er tucked up the corners of his thin short shirt. At this time of night, it was so cold in the mountains that even the old bird in the crotch would shrink. The cloth and cotton wool in the mountain's warehouse were not abundant now, so those two
The three of them are tailors, and they have to cut winter clothes for hundreds of people this year. The manpower shortage is severe.
Originally, with Zhao Hou'er's status in the world of Xiaoyao Mountain, the newly powerful fifth leader, he could not get warm clothes in the past, so he would not be wrapped up in a thin short shirt and suffer the cold now. He had one a few months ago.
A new warm cotton coat was delivered to his residence. He put it on and tried it on, even though he had worn new clothes this year. After putting it on, he asked someone to help him carry it down the mountain. The doctor said that Zhao Houer's daughter's problem was rooted in the heart, and it would be best to take medicine at home for the whole month.
I have been growing up, and I have endured many stumblings until today.
However, the problem with the lungs was the most severe one that could not be tolerated by the cold. All the money that Mr. Jiang sent to his home was filled with medicine. Zhao Houer felt that his body bones were quite strong and he could carry it all winter without causing any problems. His daughter was thin, so she could not
After changing the clothes, there would still be some cloth and cotton left over for his blind wife to sew together a short coat.
In the early years, when the family started cooking, everything was clean and tidy. Only after thirty years did someone tell someone about such a daughter-in-law. When he raised his red hijab, his eyes were as white as the snowy sky, and he was so frightened that he trembled.
Having been a bachelor for half his life, he picked up his pants and ran away.
Zhao Hou'er, who had been huddled in a pile of firewood all night until dawn before daring to go home bravely, opened the straw curtain at the door and looked up to see the table in the room with only three legs leaning against the earth wall.
, he didn’t know how the blind girl found the stove and how she fumbled around to collect firewood, scoop out water and rice and cook such a pot of porridge, but after finishing the pot of porridge in big gulps, he held her scarred pair of hands.
With tired hands, he looked into her eyes, grinning, but unable to smile.
Two years later, the blind girl gave him a daughter. He didn't care whether it was a girl or not, but the little girl had been frail and sick since she was a child. When she was a few years older, she also had some heart problems.
How many children from poor families from all over the country got this disease of wealth and wealth, and nine out of ten were lying on tattered straw mats, coughing and waiting to die. Zhao Houer pawned all the things he could pawn at home and borrowed them from all the relatives and friends around him who could.
, after all
But he couldn't get a few life-saving medicines, so he followed several fellow villagers who were also desperate and went up Xiaoyao Mountain.
"It is a great blessing for everyone to have people like the king, several heads of family, and the master in our mountain." Zhao Hou'er patted the shivering man on the shoulder, "
No matter how patient you are, in a few days or two at most we will have all the winter clothes on the mountain, and yours will be indispensable."
"Brother Zhao is still wearing thin clothes. I am still young and not afraid of the cold."
The young man leaned on the white wax pole and spear, stamped his feet and warmed his body, and said with a smile, the land he was guarding was already at the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain, and there were more light and dark sentries than he could count with two hands on the only way up and down the mountain.
In the past, the journey was more than ten miles long and complicated, and there were so many pitfalls and pitfalls, and there were also simple mechanisms arranged by Master Jiang himself. Even if a large group of people wanted to attack the mountain, there would not be hundreds of lives to spare.
It is not easy to come to him.
Zhao Hou'er looked at this dull guy who was shivering from the cold and lied that he wasn't cold, and accepted money from others. He couldn't help but want to help: "I light up lanterns every day to patrol the mountains and walk at night, even if
No matter how strong your yang energy is, you still have to worry about being seduced by those lonely wild ghosts wandering in the mountains. In a few days, I will talk to the master and let you come to patrol the mountains. Even though you are a little tired, it is better than being exposed to the wind here.
Blowing will hurt your bones."
Hearing the words of gratitude from the men in front of him, Zhao Hou'er felt a little sad. Once upon a time, had he knelt down in front of Master Jiang like this and thanked him for saving his daughter's life?
"It will take at least half a day before I go on patrol in the mountains. I have been very alert during the night watch these days. No matter what kind of trouble is around, I will use my gun to stab it. What is really wrong? You must know that it is important to save your life. There are many things on the mountain.
Brother, all these thieves were killed with random swords and guns."
What a daring thief, Zhao Hou'er felt like laughing when he said these words. Is there any bold thief in Suzhou who dares to come to Xiaoyao Mountain to stroke the beard of a tiger? How could he really go to the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain?
Ordinary thief?
"Before the king returns to the mountain, I will suffer for a while. When the king returns to the mountain..."
"Brother Zhao, take a look at the bushes. Are they different from the past few days?"
He just got an advantage, and now he wants to cut off the conversation. This little guy looks far less capable than he did back then.
Zhao Hou'er impatiently picked up the bamboo strip lantern and looked through the light. He patrolled the mountain all night, and he couldn't remember where there were many trees and where there were few grass nests. However, the trees did not look quite right.
It stands to reason that Master Jiang had already sent his brothers on the mountain to cut down a bunch of them earlier. Even if they were born again recently, they would not grow to several feet tall in a few days.
"It's just a tree that grows a little faster." Zhao Hou'er waved his hand impatiently, "If you think it's an eyesore, I'll chop it down soon."
"Brother, let's go!"
Just when he was about to leave, Zhao Hou'er heard the angry shouts from behind him. He turned around and saw that the gun body of the white wax pole had blocked the sharp blade of the dagger.
After holding the knife, he pressed his left arm up again, and the man who was holding the gun horizontally gritted his teeth and resisted, but he didn't know if the warning he had just given was lost.
He was so angry that the gun body suddenly sank an inch, and the short knife stuck on it sliced open his shoulder, cutting through the flesh and advancing inch by inch toward the collarbone.
The young man with a somewhat dull temperament has never practiced martial arts seriously, but the strength that the farmer man has exerted in the fields is quite impressive. As if out of fear of Zhao Hou'er on the side, the human figure covered with grass leaves still left a
He had to focus three or four percent of his energy on the former. Otherwise, with his martial arts, which is the most powerful soldier in the scout camp, he would not be able to waste such effort against a somewhat stupid and powerful man.
The journey of these scouts was surprisingly smooth. The day before departure, a map with a radius of fifty miles around Xiaoyao Mountain was delivered to each of the advance scouts, detailing every fork in the road that could easily lead people astray and countless large and small pits.
The traps were all marked on the map in small regular script. At first, they thought these were just the assumptions of a staff officer who had nothing to do. After all, how could Xiaoyao Mountain, where so many government officials and Suzhou army informants were buried, be found?
Allowing someone to take a peek at the defense of the entire mountain, one must know that such an almost meticulous drawing of the map would not take more than a day or two.
However, with some luck in mind, they still brought the maps with them before setting off. Along the way, except for a few slightly different positions of the light and dark checkpoints, they avoided all traps and traps.
Without the help of those maps, even if they, the advance scouts, were lucky enough to clear out all the minions scattered at the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain, and a large group of troops would attack at the right time, the casualties would still be heavy.
The scout gave a fierce knee strike to the lower abdomen, causing the young man who was clenching his teeth to hold on to lose most of his strength. When he slowly sent the short knife into the heart of the fallen man, he even had the energy to raise his head and glance at the trembling tiger.
Wearing a lantern, people could see Xiaoyaoshan's men more than ten steps away, holding up a sword and trembling with their right arm.
Zhao Houer wanted to go up and save the young man who was talking to him just now. The two broken pieces of silver at this moment should still have the residual warmth of the latter's body. He wanted to step forward and lift the knife to kill the humanoid figure with blades of grass.
He fell to the ground and saved the young man who saved his life, but his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead and had roots in the ground.
escape
The last words of the young man who grabbed the scout with both hands and held down the short knife were still to tell Zhao Hou'er to run away. For the first time, he knew that when a person is stabbed in the heart, blood can spurt as high as a person. Then
After being fatally injured, the young man still tried to grab the scout's hand holding the knife, trying to buy Zhao Hou'er more time to escape, but the hot blood spurting out took away his remaining strength.
With some hope for the future in his heart, he couldn't hold the scout's hand holding the knife, and he couldn't say anything to warn him. He just looked up at the starfield with his eyes blank as he lay dying.
Zhao Houer worked hard to get his skinny legs, and the thin shirt on his body was blown open by the mountain wind, revealing his ribs on both sides that were rammed like bamboo strips, lanterns, knives, and clothes. He threw away everything he could, and he walked up the mountain.
He ran away, but he couldn't die here. He still relied on two women at the foot of the mountain, and those two women were still waiting for him to go home.