Feng Chenyang squatted on the ground, looked at the corpse of the leader, drew his long sword, and the blood that had been held back gushed out, sprinkling a blood mist. He wiped his sword clean from the corpse and ran over to rummage through a pile of bags, skilfully and competently.

"There's so much good wine and meat, this guy is not honest!" Feng Chenyang muttered. "Huzi, pack them all up, and those good horses!" a cavalryman replied, quickly put his bags on the horse's back, and called a few men to hurry to lead the horse.

Andrew clearly saw Feng Chenyang pick up the ghost cry on the leader's corpse, and it seemed that he was not very comfortable, so he casually threw it aside. He smiled bitterly, took the ghost cry into his arms, and pulled Jiya to leave.

"Stop, don't you know, dwarf, you are now my captives, watch who you are!" Dusty called them. "Huzi, tell them what our captives should do. ”

Huzi hesitated, "But, General Feng, we haven't caught a prisoner at all." ”

Feng Chenyang sat on the ground and tilted his head to look at the two dwarves, "So, what do you estimate?"

"What do you estimate?"

"Estimate what the captives should do. ”

"I guess...... I guess ......" Huzi thought hard as he grabbed the back of his head, and his red head jerked up. "I guess they should lead us, feed us, wash our clothes, cook for us, and sing and dance for us!"

", I'm afraid he's being trampled by our horses, and I'm going to have to heal them. Still cooking? Look at that figure, can you reach the cauldron?"

Wind Dust walked over and stared at Andrew. "Tell me, how do you know my name?"

Andrew looked up at him, "Backwater Swamp, I saw it when you were chased by Chaotian!"

"Oh, how are you going to repay me?" he stared into Andrew's eyes. "It's better to touch my heart, you know, we just saved your little life, although you are short, you still have to have a conscience, you know what I mean, right?"

Andrew looked at him calmly, "Riverrun, I can take you to Riverrun." ”

Under the starry sky, they did not gallop on their horses, the horses walked slowly, only a few sentries were left to keep on guard, and the other knights could rest on the back of their horses for a while to conserve their strength.

When the day was light, Feng Chenyang became dissatisfied, "Is this a captive? Ah? Riding our horses, drinking my wine, eating my meat, and thieves can eat, not riding horses, and letting our people lead his horses, this is a captive, this is a master!"

Andrew stretched his waist comfortably, his movements were very light and gentle, and he was afraid that he would wake up Jiya, who was holding him behind his back. "General Feng, I will definitely repay you in the future, you have to guarantee that I have a future. He knew that although this young man was sharp-toothed, his character was not bad, and he believed that the person chosen by the dragon chan gun would not be too bad.

"In the future, people like us, maybe one day we will die in battle, there is a fart in the future, in the future, when I die, will you come to erect a monument for me?"

There were more and more people on the road, all kinds of people, ragged and withered, and more old people with children, and the mournful cries of children filled the whole sky.

Feng Chenyang asked in a low voice, "Ergou, how much dry food do we have?"

A knight inspected it and replied, "There are also two hundred catties of venison and more than three hundred flatbreads." ”

Feng Chenyang gritted his teeth, "It's divided!"

"So what do we do?"

"If we are strong, will we starve to death?"

Andrew sat on the grass on the side of the road, quietly watching Feng Chenyang, Jiya patted Andrew, pointed to Feng Chenyang and gestured hard with his hand. He understood what she meant, "yes! He's not a bad person. ”

The hungry crowd was divided into two rows by the cavalry, and the dry rations were divided among the heads. The refugees were quiet, and there was not much food. Seeing the hungry old man feeding all the food into the children's mouths, he understood that the helpless old people had no hope and that the children still had a long way to go.

Feng Chenyang sat down next to Andrew and asked softly, "Do you have such a thing there? Like them." His face was lonely and sad. "My teacher taught me that in troubled times, people's hearts must be hardened in order to live long, but I always can't do it well. ”

Andrew shook his head. "Your teacher must not be a good teacher. ”

"He died, he was killed by his enemies, and I watched from the sidelines, when I was six years old. Feng Chenyang's eyes became confused.

July 8, 17th year of Daliang Taiyuan

The sun became blazing, and the heat wave was swept up by the breeze, wave after wave hitting the slowly squirming crowd on the road. The crowd put their clothes on their shoulders, revealing their dark and shiny bodies, and the aging bodies cast thin shadows in the blazing sun, and in the weak shadows, some of the toddler children walked aimlessly under the drag of the old man, and some fell on the hot ground and never got up again.

The horse gasped and became frantic, and Andrew, topless, put his shoulder on Giya's head, his shoulders flushed with the sun.

Riverrun finally arrived, and someone in the distance shouted, "Stand in line! Soup kitchen!" The crowd became noisy, and gradually moved much faster.

Feng Chenyang rode on the horse and came to the spirit, "Hurry up, someone will give porridge, go grab some back." His lips were parched as if they were about to crack.

The knights came to their senses, and their horses rushed towards the city walls. This is probably the most shameful thing in history for a dragoon warrior, Feng Chenyang thought to himself.

Meng Jingzhi, a famous historian in later generations, recorded in his "Xieshi Taizu Benji": "Every time I read this volume, Taizu was angry and punished himself, and regretted what he had done. Think before and after, and be ashamed of others. ”

The crowd in line was dispersed by the cavalry who suddenly arrived, and immediately fell into chaos, and several foot soldiers dressed in Pikai stepped forward and scolded, "Line up! Line up! No queue and no porridge!" He looked flustered when he saw a group of cavalry soldiers. "There are cavalry, there are cavalrymen coming to grab porridge! Go and report it! Call someone! Call someone!"

Andrew looked at Feng Chenyang with an embarrassed expression, and Feng Chenyang's face was ugly. "Don't look at me, I didn't grab it, I just wanted to be at the front. ”

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, bringing up a thin trail of flying dust. The crowd scattered and dodged, watching from a distance, there was no sadness or joy on their faces, they had seen too many such things, there would be more corpses on the ground, and they would be dragged away immediately, and then the military master would give a lecture, and then continue to give porridge, and then they would continue to step on the blood-soaked earth so desperately alive, and they couldn't see the end at a glance. This kind of thing happens every day, and they have seen it countless times.

Five hundred well-dressed guards surrounded them in the center, the dragoons gently formed a circle, and the young knights looked calm and arrogant, like tigers waiting for their prey.

The general of the escort stared at them coldly, and his tone had an unmistakable majesty. "Where did the deserters come from, who dare to go wild in Rushing City! Don't want to live?" The absolute superiority of the army gave him the capital to shout.

Standing on the city wall, he was not in a good mood, he had seen with his own eyes, surrounded by 20,000 troops, forty-seven cavalry soldiers, they stood on the high ground in the center of the encirclement, the spears in their hands were still sharp, glowing with a fierce cold light, they wiped the blood on their faces and laughed loudly, and launched the final charge towards the 20,000 army. Forty-seven people exchanged more than fifteen hundred lives, and the golden dragon badge embroidered on their chests was exactly the same as the chests of these young cavalrymen.