Pingxian is the northernmost small county seat in the eleven counties of Jiangbei, and then it is connected to the Guanzhong Plain by a long official road to the north.

There is a section of road about twenty or thirty miles in the middle of this official road that passes through the mountains, called Jinguan Road, and the people of Jiangbei take this name in the hope of entering the Central Plains from here, and can have a bright future all the way.

The mountain is also famous, called Rooster Ridge, and the chariot of the big horse is blocked in the north of Rooster Ridge.

A lot of things are discarded on Jinguan Road at this moment, hoes, firewood knives, and even clothes, shoes and socks, and from time to time I see vehicles rolling over on the side of the road, and flat shoulders and packages are scattered everywhere.

Hundreds of corpses lay dead on the side of the road, dead for two or three days without anyone paying attention, swarms of flies in the summer, and the stench spread far away.

As dusk approached, the sun was sinking in the west.

The chief's road was very deserted, and occasionally there was a sound of chirping, and several horses galloped past, and immediately the knight's mouth whistled, and the sound of "whooping" spread far away.

This traffic artery in and out of Jiangbei is now in the hands of Wang Guangji.

A few days ago, when the chaos first broke out, many ordinary people in Jiangbei fled to Guanzhong, but soon Wang Guangji's people rushed to disperse the fleeing crowd, sealed the road, and then tried to break through the pass, regarded as spies on the side of the imperial court, and killed on the spot.

Although Wang Dashan's reputation is well-known, he can't stand it, this is a rebellion, and his men and horses are like fierce gods, the more this is the case, the more the people want to cross the Rooster Ridge and escape from this place.

If the main road does not work, take the side road instead.

Even if you can't go to Guanzhong and hide in the mountains to be a savage, it's better than being killed by a war.

That's what Shen Shanzhu said to his wife.

His father died early, and he depended on his mother since he was a child, and his mother was too hard to survive when she was young, and her eyes could only vaguely see things within a few feet in front of her, and she relied on Shanzhu to take care of her on weekdays.

As soon as he heard the news, Shanzhu packed up the valuable things at home, but unfortunately the grain in the field had not been collected, but even if he received it, he couldn't take it away, he was ruthless, picked up his mother, and took a firewood knife to defend himself, and went out with the fleeing team all the way to the north.

When he arrived near Jinguan Road, he realized that it was too late, and the road ahead had been sealed.

He had been up to Rooster Ridge twice in his early years, and he still had a faint impression of those sheep intestine paths, and when he gritted his teeth, he quietly touched the mountain while the evening sun was not so poisonous, intending to find a path to bypass.

Shanzhu Niang lay on her son's back, muttering that her son should not take her out, it was Wang Dashan who rebelled, and there was no way to live if she stayed, she was a blind old woman, she should die and live if she stayed at home, and she was resigned to fate.

Shan Zhu's heart soured when he listened.

He knew that the old lady was afraid of dragging himself down, and she said everything along the way, but at the moment she just changed her words, wanting to leave her alone and run for her life.

"Mother, don't make a noise first, there are pheasants and rabbits in this mountain, my son will see if he can meet one, we will have something good to eat at night."

Shanzhu Niang sighed and stopped talking.

In fact, the mountain pillar didn't want to listen to his mother and made an excuse, but looked at the grass and trees not far in front of him shaking, not like the wind blowing, and his heart was alert.

Barren mountains and mountains, I dare not guarantee that I will meet anyone.

Everyone is fleeing, and all the family resources are on them, and along the way, Shanzhu has witnessed a lot of tragic things for money and death, sometimes even just for a bite to eat.

Fortunately, he Shen Shanzhu was born tall, and he was not easy to mess with when he looked at it.

When I walked down the slope, I found that there were several people squatting in the grass in front of me, huddled in a ball, and turned around when they heard the movement, with extremely frightened expressions.

They are all ordinary people.

At this time, I heard a scream on the mountain beam not far away, as if an arrow flew by.

More than a dozen people came out from the side of the mountain with knives and guns in hand, led by "haha" laughter, and the arrogant laughter spread far and wide.

"Sure enough, there are a lot of spies. Catch them all! ”

Behind him a few men with spears spread out, stabbing in the surrounding grass, and seven or eight civilians were pulled out in the instant.

"If the official road can't be passed, you just slip away from here and want to get beauty."

The man at the head of the man raised his knife and fell, and the man who was caught by him didn't even have time to struggle and beg for mercy, and his head flew out directly, and a cavity of blood spurted up how high.

Shanzhu only felt chills all over his body, panicked for a moment, and even his heartbeat stopped, and he quickly squatted down on the spot, not knowing if the other party saw him.

At this time, he still had a dream, but fortunately, his mother's eyes were not good, and he couldn't see the scene just now.

At this time, the cries and pleadings on the hill were all over the place.

The dozen or so people didn't pay attention, and the leader reached out and dug out the corpse, found a few pieces of broken silver, stuffed them into his arms, and scolded: "The letter of the collaborator is not here, search again!" ”

This time, the few captured people cried even louder, and an old man took the lead in kneeling and begging for mercy: "Good man spare his life, we are all the people of Ping County, Wang Dashan people have an incident, we support it from the bottom of our hearts, and we are willing to donate all the money and property to you as a military salary, we really don't know if we can't go from here, don't dare anymore, spare your life!" He kowtowed again and again.

The man in charge sneered when he heard this: "Isn't it too late to say this when you are caught?" Why don't you go to the army? Don't stay in Ping County? You all ran away, and asked the master to guard the empty city and drink the wind. As he spoke, the knife was handed forward, stabbing the old man in the heart.

He pulled out the knife with his hand and snorted: "An old thing, who are you coaxing, the bully has never studied?" ”

One of his men then went over, searched the old man inside and out, found nothing of value, and pushed his body down from the top of the hill.

The leader shouted, "What are you waiting for, slaughtered!" ”

In just a moment, the top of the mountain was covered with blood, and all the people who were caught were killed, and there was not a single one left.

Those subordinates were giggling and searching for the property of the dead, and the leader looked around condescendingly, and shouted: "Get out of what is still hidden, don't bother the grandfathers." Otherwise, when it comes out, grandpa will have to concoct it slowly. ”

Shanzhu's heart rose to his throat, he thought that there were hundreds of people hidden on this mountain at this time, and everyone rushed up, and they might not be able to fight these thieves.

But no one took the lead, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

The leader paused and saw that no one came out, and sneered: "It's really not to cry when you don't see the coffin, brothers!" ”

The dozen or so men he had brought with him scattered.

Far away, someone came out of the grass, and fled to the opposite hillside without looking back.

When the dozen or so people saw it, they didn't chase after it, but laughed.

The fleeing man saw that the back was not very old, and he ran fast with his empty hands, and in a blink of an eye he went up the hillside, and then he let out a miserable scream, fell on his back, and rolled directly down the mountain.

On the surrounding hillsides, people appeared one after another, these people were originally called Jiangbei thieves, and now they are called Wang Jiajun. R1152