Gongjiatun is a very small village. To be honest, if it weren't for some Liaonan natives in Dongjiang Town who marked the various villages on the map provided by Ao Song, Tang Xiao felt that he would be distressed by how to call this place on the battle log.

When the hour hand of the pocket watch had just turned 24 o'clock, the mountain soldiers of the two companies had already cleared the village and completely occupied Gongjiatun. In order to eliminate the remnants of the Jiannu in the village, the mountain soldiers paid the price of 6 minor injuries and 2 sacrifices.

In order to repay the stubborn enemy, the soldiers tore down the wall to block the exit, and then found a large amount of firewood, which was piled up in front of the house where the slaves were concentrated and lit. Rainwater-soaked firewood burned and belched smoke, and the whole house was quickly submerged in white. Soon, with a heart-rending cough, the Jiannu, who was hiding indoors, scrambled to stick his head out of the only window, and was immediately covered by a wooden plank by the smiling mountain soldiers.

When cleaning up the battlefield after the war, Tang Xiao was surprised to find that the number of people in this team was much larger than he thought. The soldiers found more than a hundred corpses in the two battlefields of the village and the lake, about twice the amount estimated by Tang Xiao before the war.

"Sir, come quickly."

Jin Huijia poked his head out of a room and called out to Tang Xiao loudly.

Tang Xiao followed Jin Huijia into the house, where there were already the instructor and the company commander of another company. Seeing Tang Xiao come in, the instructor stood up from the ground, his face looking cloudy in the firelight.

Tang Xiao glanced at everyone in some surprise, and then his face turned pale suddenly—he found several corpses lying in the room, all wearing tattered civilian clothes, looking like they had been killed by a bomb.

"Don't look at it, it's not Han." The instructor sighed and said softly, "Company Commander Lin and I checked these corpses, and those found in the other rooms were not really Han civilians. ”

Hearing the instructor's words, Tang Xiao nodded slightly, but still squatted down and checked it himself. The men at their feet were turned face up, and their blood-stained faces were simply cleaned. With the help of the shaking torches, Tang Xiao felt that these people really didn't look like Han people. To be on the safe side, he deliberately held the right hand of one of them, feeling a rough touch coming from the palm of his hand, which was the calluse on the knuckles and palms of the other party's hands.

Tang Xiao finally let out a sigh of relief and stood up. He thought that he had killed the Han people in the Jiannu army when he threw a grenade, but now he was relieved.

"Why are these slaves dressed like this?" Tang Xiao asked.

"I don't know, there is not a single living mouth left, and the brothers are a little anxious." Company Commander Lin picked up a piece of paper from the table next to the room and handed it to him: "This is a letter from a person, the envelope has been soaked into a blood-red color, and this letter can barely be read." ”

Tang Xiao took it and glanced at the instructor, who nodded lightly to indicate that he had seen it. So Tang Xiao asked Jin Huijia to stretch out the torch a little, he reluctantly read it, and handed the letter back to Company Commander Lin with a wry smile: "I can't see it, it's covered with bloodstains, and it's still written in Jurchen script, I read it as if I didn't read it." ”

Company Commander Lin took the letter and carefully put it in a handkerchief, "There's no way, we can't understand it, let's take it back and show it to the chiefs of the Great Song Dynasty." ”

Tang Xiao nodded: "That's it." ”

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Tang Xiaobu rested in Gongjiatun that night. Although the small village had just been subjected to bombs and street fighting, and every house that survived the explosion was filled with smoke and blood, the mountain soldiers did not care. No matter how bad a village is, it's much better than feeding mosquitoes on a wet mountain.

In the mountains between Xinjin and Hongzui Fort, the night was not peaceful. The flames of the grenade explosion flickered in the forest of dozens of square kilometers, the birds awakened by the explosions and screams screamed and flew up, and the few jackals that were still active in the mountains and forests whimpered and hid in the deepest part of the forest, burying their heads under their claws and not daring to move.

And on the westernmost official road, a group of cavalry galloping northward were galloping. They set off in the afternoon, riding one person and two horses, changing horses but not people, and now they have come to Shiheyi.

The leader roared, and five or six hundred knights finally reined in their mounts and staggered off their horses.

Zhang Tai's master Dachun is also in this group of cavalry, he is considered a master and a slave, because Baoyi saved Zachdan's life, Lord Baijia looked at him, and promoted him to a regular soldier and officially stepped into the ranks of soldiers.

However, although he got rid of Yu Ding's identity, the equipment that the regular soldiers should have will not be sent down from the flag. Now Dachun is still wearing an old leather armor, carrying a scimitar handed down by Ama at his waist, and his face is full of fatigue from the overnight journey.

Hearing that the leading Baya Laja Ezhen Hailan ordered him to rest, Da Chun immediately flipped off his horse. The inner thighs were worn out by the bumpy saddle, and the bones all over the body looked like they were falling apart. When he first landed, Dachun couldn't even walk normally and slipped on a muddy road.

To their right is the destroyed Stone River Station. While Dachun was still struggling in the mud, Hailan had already walked into the city through the gap in the wall that had been shattered by the cannonballs, quietly looking at the ruins.

A dozen elite white armors had already roughly searched the ruins, and Zachdan came out of the half-collapsed house with another man, carrying a sturdy corpse.

Hyland instructed someone to take a torch and find a clean place to sit down, and let Zachdan carry the body over. He found a tile from the ground, scooped up the rain from the ground, poured it on the corpse's face, and washed away the mud that covered it.

"Which of you knows this man?" Hyland asked.

The surrounding white armor people surrounded them, and one of them looked at it for a long time, and said with some hesitation: "It seems to be the master of Yingordai." ”

Hailan glanced up at the man, then looked down at Ying Ordai's dead eyes, and reached out to cover his eyelids: "Then forget Ying Ordai, whatever." Let the people outside come in, there are still many houses here that have not fallen, so we will repair them here tonight, and continue to set off in two hours! ”

After more than ten minutes, Da Chun finally led the two horses into a dilapidated shed. His status in this group of cavalry was very low, because of the urgency of time, they did not take Bao Yi on the road together, so Dachun also had to bear the task of doing chores for the white armor masters.

So Dachun had to tie his horse to the railing, so he quickly gathered dry firewood and made a fire under the shed. A dozen other soldiers also gathered and set up a circle of iron pots around the fire, which was used to boil water for the white armor. After pouring cold water into the pot, they kept feeding the horses after a hard day's work.

Untying the sack, Da Chun emptied the beans from the bag into the manger and sprinkled a handful of salt on it. He now probably understands what kind of life Zhang Tai is living. Looking at the mount munching on black beans, he leaned on the pillar of the shed tiredly, and couldn't help but miss the days when Zhang Tai followed. Alas, it's really hard for him, and he can give Zhang Tai an extra handful of beans to eat every day in the future.

There was a shouting and scolding on the side, Da Chun hurriedly walked over, and apologized to those people with a smile: "A few big brothers have scolded, and the younger ones will come to help immediately." ”

The man sitting on the straw pile sneered and said, "Your dog's name is Da Chun, right, Lao Tzu just saw you hiding over there for leisure, and now I think about doing work for my brothers?" As he spoke, he got up from the ground, patted the straw on his buttocks and approached, looking at Da Chun with a smile: "I heard that you became a regular soldier by relying on Nikan, and the master of the white armor took pity on you and gave you a future." Now that you have traveled thousands of miles to make new gold, you still don't do your things together? ”

The man looked around, and the other dozen or so people under the shed were bowing their heads slightly, and no one dared to look at them. So he sneered, "What are you still standing for?" The horses are wet, why don't you go and wipe them with water? When the water boils, send it to the master immediately! ”

Da Chun lowered his head and did not dare to lift it up, until he felt the man sit back on the straw, and then he boldly turned around, took the rag from the bag on the side of the saddle, and quickly wiped the water from the horse's hair.

After more than half an hour, Dachun was busy with everything. At this time, he was so sore that he was almost unconscious, and his eyelids could not be opened as if they were stuck with rice paste. As soon as I lay down on the damp ground, my consciousness sank into boundless sleepiness... until they are woken up by a ladle of cold water.

"Ahh He screamed, only to find that Zachdan was looking at him with a frown.

"Wake up and get ready to go." Zachdan finished speaking and hurried away.

Da Chunqiang propped himself up from the ground, and people and horses were already neighing outside the yard, and the shouts kept ringing.

Hyland was shouting in the streets in the pouring rain. He looked up at the sky, the dense rain hitting his face, bringing a slight pain.

"Master, how is this march?" Zachdan walked over to him.

"If you can't go, you have to go." Hyland turned her head to look at Zachdan, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. When he opened his eyes again, the anxiety in his eyes had turned cold, "Every time it drags on, Ao Song Nikan will send an extra group of people to Xinjin." If you give the order, you will run a dead horse tonight, and you will rush to the new golden city tomorrow morning! ”