When Wang Feng and the fat Song soldiers were talking, several rescued Song women had been quietly looking at Wang Feng and the others, Wang Feng was dignified and had high skills, and the women naturally looked at him more often.

Hearing Zhai Er's question, a thin woman with a darker complexion but clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes said shyly: "The two strong men, the slave family Xiaofeng, are the people of Tongxu Town. The slaves are all the people of ten miles and eight towns, and Fanzi went south this time to plunder the four corners of Gyeonggi, and we were also plundered by these Jurchen Fanzi tonight. If it weren't for the two strong men, we wouldn't know whether we would be dead or alive, and we would no longer have the face to live in this world. ”

Hearing Xiaofeng's words, several other Song women also joined them, and their faces darkened.

Wang Feng is also silent, as a descendant, he knows the end of history, and knows the sting of Jingkang's shame on the Han people. The cruelty and tyranny of the Jurchen Fanzi, and the depth of the poison on Hedong, Hebei, and the Central Plains, are really beyond the imagination of future generations in the era of peace.

"Big guy eat something, we'll send a few little ladies back later, don't worry."

After Wang Feng finished speaking, he stood up and took a look at the injuries for the fat Song Bing. Fortunately, on a rainy day, the bowstring of the Jurchen Fanzi could not use the strength, so it did not hurt the muscles and bones, and it was enough to recuperate for a period of time.

After this toss, the sky has already brightened, and the rain has already stopped. Everyone ate some food, and they were all in good spirits. Wang Feng searched out the silver taels on the Jurchen Fanzi and asked Zhai Er to give them to several women.

Seeing that it was not early, and he was afraid that the Jurchen pursuers would come, Wang Feng said loudly: "A few little ladies, my brothers will send you home." After sending it off, the fat brother will take these horses and the head of the Jurchen fan to receive the merit himself, and my brother will return to his hometown immediately, what do you think?"

Everyone agreed together, and several women looked at Wang Feng and Zhai Er frequently, quite reluctant, especially that Xiaofeng, whose eyes stayed on Zhai Er, reluctant to give up, and their eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.

Wang Feng shook his head, feeling quite disappointed. From these women in Xiaofeng, he didn't see the elegance of the women of the Great Song Dynasty at all, ordinary and not amazing, and they were different from the strange women Li Shishi, Hua Xiangrong, and even Pan Jinlian and others recorded in the history books.

"Looking at Yingchuan flowers all over the world, it's not as good as a teacher", Wang Feng couldn't help but feel a little comical in his heart.

Everyone was just about to leave, when they suddenly heard the sound of people outside and the footsteps of many people. Then, someone shouted loudly outside the City God Temple: "The thief is gone, return the lives of my fellow villagers!"

Zhai Er jumped up in surprise and picked up the long knife next to him, but Xiaofeng, a thin woman next to him, grabbed his sleeve and said softly: "The strong man should be disturbed, this is a villager from Tongxu Town, a member of the slave family."

Xiaofeng walked to the gate of the temple and shouted outside the temple: "Second brother, is it you, I am Xiaofeng, we are in the temple, everything is fine!"

Wang Feng and a few people walked out of the temple gate, only to see that in the mud in front of the temple gate, two or three hundred people wearing short brown cotton jackets and holding hoes, wooden sticks and other farm tools were standing densely, and they were discussing several Jurchen corpses outside the temple.

Seeing Wang Feng and the others come out, the villagers looked at Wang Feng and the others with fierce eyes, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

Xiaofeng went up, said a few words to everyone, and then pulled a young man in his twenties up and said to Wang Feng and the others: "Two strong men, this is Li Gang, the second brother of the slave family, and the others are all villagers of the slave family!"

Li Gang?

Wang Feng couldn't help but be stunned, and his fist clenched slowly, and then he pretended to cough.

The young man with a coarse cotton jacket and a dark face was a little embarrassed on his face, but he clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you for the rescue, thank you below." I also know that my name is the same as Li Shilang who protects Bianliang City, but it is still different. Li Shilang is the "Gang" of Gangchang, and below is the "Gang" that is easy to fold. ”

Wang Feng's face turned red, and he arched his hand and said, "I am lonely and unheard of, which makes this brother laugh."

Mr. Li Gang and Mr. Liang Xi, the squire of the Great Song Dynasty Army, the father of the first Tokyo Defense War in history, and the famous minister of the late Northern Song Dynasty, Wang Feng naturally knew this person.

At this time, Li Gang was commanding the First Battle of Tokyo in Bianliang City, and his influence among the people was not trivial, and it was known to everyone, young and old.

The Song people standing in the front row looked a little bit, and some of them also had hard bows, and they seemed to be the archers of the township soldiers or the local government.

And those men with guns and knives are also "practitioners" in the township, perhaps Yue Fei, Wang Gui and others are among them.

It's just that these people are in tattered clothes, unkempt, and look like beggars, where there is a trace of the appearance of the Great Song Dynasty.

Wang Feng shook his head, and couldn't help but ask the names of several people, not only "Yue Fei" and "Zhang Xian" were nowhere to be found, but even "Niu Gao", "Yang Zaixing" and others were unheard of.

Wang Feng hugged his fists and said: "This brother, Fanzi went out of the town, followed the next brother and these military masters all the way, followed the Jurchen Fanzi to the temple, fortunately a few little ladies secretly helped, I waited for the killer."

Zhai Er also coughed and continued, "Not bad, not bad." Now all of them have been killed inside and outside the City God Temple, and two of our brothers have also been killed in battle. Now that it is not peaceful everywhere, you can take away their weapons for self-defense. ”

Li Gang looked surprised, and took a few men into the City God Temple, and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the corpses and blood all over the ground.

"Brothers, thank you for saving your life!"

As soon as Li came out, he thanked Wang Feng and the others again and again, the expression on his face had calmed down a lot, and he began to make love to his sister-in-law.

Several other families also changed their faces, surrounded their daughters in the middle, burst into tears, and scolded the Jurchen fanzi.

The other people flocked into the temple, and they all shook their heads again and again, only then did they know that the Jurchen Fanzi had been killed, and everyone stepped forward to deal with the corpse of the Jurchen knight with hoes and other farm tools, until it was not the same, and then stopped, which showed the extreme hatred in their hearts.

Several women who were abducted by Jurchen Fanzi showed gratitude on their faces, and came over to thank Wang Feng and the others one by one.

Zhai Er and the fat soldier looked at each other on the side, wanting to speak, but were stopped by Wang Feng's eyes.

The villagers happily took more than a dozen war horses and weapons to go, while Wang Feng and Zhai Er hung the heads of the Jurchen knights on their war horses, and escorted the fat Song soldiers all the way to the edge of Kaifeng City, and then several people parted ways.

At this time, Wang Feng was surprised to find that he was tall and big, at least more than 1.8 meters, and extremely strong, with muscle lines all over his body, which was much stronger than the 1.7 meters and 60 kilograms of hemp pole in later generations.

Could it be that this is really a benefit for the traversers?

Looking at the majestic and stretching city of Tokyo not far away, Wang Feng couldn't help but want to enter the city and see this treasure that has disappeared in the long river of human history and culture. Helpless, the city of Tokyo is under full martial law, and the Jurchen rangers are galloping across the country, for the sake of safety, it is better to leave as soon as possible.

The two went all the way west, fortunately they did not meet Fanzi, but everywhere they went, many places were broken walls, the wells were bleak, and between the fields, the corpses of the Song people were everywhere, and the smells were unpleasant, and they were obviously ruined by the Jurchen fans.

Zhai Er rode on the horse and said happily: "Erlang, the war horse of Jurchen Fanzi is majestic, riding on it, it is like flying!"

Wang Feng turned his head and said with a smile: "Second Brother Zhai, the land of the Yellow River's nine meanders, plugged into the grassland, is a thousand miles of green rivers, horses can be seen everywhere, and they are all dragon spirits and tigers, you can have as many as you want, much stronger than the horses of this Jurchen."

Zhai Er shook his head and said yearningly: "If there is really such a day, I will definitely change horses to ride every day, it is best to have a sweaty BMW, and I will also taste the taste of riding it!"

Wang Feng smiled slightly. Sweat and blood, a god from a thousand years ago, I am afraid that it has passed away with the wind at this moment.

The two of them hit their horses forward, and Zhai Er asked puzzledly: "Erlang, at that time in the City God Temple, why do you want to say that we have been following the Jurchen Fanzi from Tongxu Town, and a few brothers have died, can't it be said that we met by chance in the temple and killed the Jurchen Fanzi?"

Wang Feng shook his head and said, "Second Brother Zhai, what do you say is the most important thing for a woman?"

Zhai Er twisted his thick neck, thought about it hard, and suddenly realized: "Erlang, you mean to worry about the gossip of those villagers. Even if these women are not raped by the Jurchen fans, I am afraid that they will have a very hard time in the future, isn't that reasonable?"

Wang Feng nodded, and when he saw Zhai Er's stunned appearance, he asked, "Second Brother Zhai, are you not married?"

Zhai Er nodded, shaking his big head, a little confused in his small eyes, and there was a bit of sadness in his words. He said self-deprecatingly: "Erlang, who can take a fancy to a poor bastard like me." Our two brothers, one poor and one stupid, and which little lady really likes it. ”

Unexpectedly, this kid is not good-looking, and he is quite sullen in his heart, and he must be an otaku in the future.

Wang Feng shook his head and said: "That's not necessarily, that Xiaofeng today, I think it's pretty good, she seems to have taken a fancy to you, her eyes have been on you, and she hasn't stopped for a moment."

Sure enough, hearing Wang Feng say this, Zhai Er suddenly became excited. He stepped forward immediately, went hand in hand with Wang Feng, and said hurriedly: "Erlang, what you said is true, why didn't I notice it?" But that Xiaofeng seems to have lost a little weight, I don't know if there will be any trouble in giving birth in the future?"

Wang Feng almost laughed, he didn't expect that this Zhai Erbazi had not yet been skimmed, and he was already thinking about the matter of passing on the ancestry.

However, according to Wang Feng's judgment, that Xiaofeng was indeed a spring heart sprout and fell in love with Zhai Er.

Wang Feng said: "Second brother, Tongxu Town is not far from Henan Mansion. When you go back, you ask someone to go over and propose marriage. After this village, there will be no such shop, don't pick the fat and pick the thin, in the end it is still a single. ”

"Erlang, you see that I follow Zhai Xiaoguan all day long, and I can also ride horses and shoot arrows, but in fact, the situation at home is not as good as yours."

Zhai Er's eyes were confused, and he nodded: "What Erlang said is true." It's just that we are a poor family, so there is money for the dowry? It's only been three years since my eldest brother passed away, and the family has no savings for his funeral. ”