"Luzi, Luzi ......"

The low and desolate cry seems to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, infinitely far away, and infinitely breathtaking.

The dazed Guang Wenlu seemed to hear someone calling him, but whenever he looked up blankly and looked around, the scene presented could make him disheartened for a moment.

People are all people, poor and helpless people. They ran for their lives, shouting, crying, and trembling. Wrapped in them, Guang Wenlu's mind was empty. His hands and feet didn't seem to listen to him at all, and they took care of themselves. Once again, his vision blurred, and all he knew was that he was running forward.

He was so tired that the day's battle had exhausted all his energy, and then, before he could breathe, a brutal forced march of nearly twenty miles followed, and even those who were beaten with iron could not withstand this devastation. Besides, it is said that it is a forced march, but it is better to say that he and the countless "robes" around him are cattle and sheep that have not been driven. The "herdsman" with a sharp knife is behind him, fiercely watching the unarmed "flock" that is constantly moving forward. Everyone is silent, they know it in their hearts, they don't say turn back, they just need to stop and take a moment, and whoever comes up in an instant will be a merciless killing.

Guang Wenlu's soul is also out of the body, thinking that he will run endlessly. His feet were already like most people in straw sandals, blistered and bloody. Exhausted by the pain and fatigue of exhaustion, he was numb both physically and mentally, and he believed that in a short time he would be either exhausted to death or hacked to death by the soldiers who caught up with him, like many who had fallen along the way.

No one spoke, not even a word of cursing, and at such a moment, even one more word was in vain. The only thing I could hear in my ears was the sound of heavy breathing like Tarzan coming and going.

"Beep-"

I don't know if it was a hallucination or what, a sharp whistle crossed the sky, and then someone shouted: "Stop, stop!" ”

At first, few people, including Guang Wenlu, paid attention to it, and they all thought that the voice they heard was not real. However, as more and more people slowly stopped their pace and brought it to Guang Wenlu, he really confirmed that this long run could finally come to an end.

"Hula!" Guang Wenlu, who was extremely tired, was about to sit on the ground almost instantly. However, before he could touch the ground, his arm was pulled up forcefully.

"Hmm." To be honest, the force of this pull was too great, which made Guang Wenlu feel painful. He bared his teeth and looked at the man who had made the move, but saw a man with a mess of stubble glaring at him.

The man was stocky, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, although his face was covered with sweat, his demeanor was much more feasting than that of others, and his breathing was not short. It can be seen that the long march of Shicai, which is extremely intense, is still within the bearable range for him.

"The breath was unsettled, and the ground was cold. If you don't run to death, you will sit yourself to death if you stick your ass. "It's common sense not to rush to sit down and rest after a long run, of course Guang Wenlu also knows, but he is too tired to think about anything, the hard and cold earth is no less than a warm and comfortable bedding for him at the moment, and he naturally catches the road if he is not careful.

"Much, thank you, big brother......" Guang Wenlu saw that the other party was kind and helpful, and he was older than himself, so he thanked him gratefully, but before he finished speaking, a mouthful of gray phlegm in his throat coughed out first.

This mouthful of phlegm almost spit on the instep of the man's foot, Guang Wenlu was very embarrassed and was about to apologize, but the man didn't allow him to say anything, and first slapped his head.

The man's strength was really great, and his fan-like palm pressed Guang Wenlu so much that he couldn't raise his head at all. He bent down and gasped a few times, and looked around through the cracks in the crowd with his peripheral vision, only to find that the crowd that had been running around was shrinking from the outermost part to the center. From this, it can be seen that this must be the result of the soldiers who were in charge of the formation behind them catching up and deliberately driving away.

"Fuck it, do you want to drive chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep?" Guang Wenlu was observing the movements of the frightened crowd, but the man scolded in a low voice.

With the surging crowd, in the end, Guang Wenlu slowly sat on the ground like the people next to him. The ground is indeed cold, but Guang Wenlu doesn't care, if he can, he would rather lie on the ground with his back to the sky for a night.

Countless buzzing discussions soon came out of the crowd that finally rested slightly, Guang Wenlu had no intention of talking to people, lowered his head and closed his eyes to recuperate, but only after a while, he heard someone scolding him.

"Brother Luo, dissipate your anger, Nanying's brothers, don't know anything!"

Guang Wenlu raised his eyes and followed the sound, only to see an arm's length away, the man was sitting with his arms crossed, twisting his face and puffing, and one or two people were persuading him.

"What is Nanying? And the face to call us brothers? If it weren't for the black hand surnamed Yang, we would have lost so easily? The man blew his beard and glared, and he was angry on his head, and said loudly and angrily. He had a loud voice, and as soon as he made a sound, he attracted the attention of everyone within a distance of more than ten steps, and the people around him were afraid that he would cause unnecessary trouble, so they whispered to persuade him.

It can be seen that this man is a little famous, otherwise, the huge crowd, the various ministries are gone, and hundreds of people are mixed together and they will not happen to know him. Sure enough, a few steps away, there were also people who knew this man, some echoed and comforted, and some gloated and sneered.

Guang Wenlu heard him scold Nanying, thinking that it was also the robe of Beiying, so he asked, "Big brother, are you from Beiying?" What is your name? ”

When the man heard this, he looked at him and said, "Our family's name is Luo Wei, but this 'Luo' is neither respected, nor is 'Wei' big." Speaking of which, I added, "Our family is not from the North Camp, but from the Big Camp." ”

"Big battalion?" Guang Wenlu was stunned, he was captured as a member of the North Camp, and later a group of people were mixed in, he thought it was just a prisoner from the South Camp, and he didn't want the prisoners of the big camp to gather in one place now.

"What's so surprising?" The man who called himself Luo Wei said, "The people of our three battalions haven't sat together for many years, but it's good that I got my wish." ”

Guang Wenlu listened to his ridicule on the surface, but in fact he was sad, and sighed: "Yuan Tianwang is really ......"

"Braided." Yuan Tao was like a god in the hearts of the soldiers of the three battalions, and Guang Wenlu was afraid of offending the respect, so he was still speaking, and Luo Wei said it for him unceremoniously.

"The head is hung in the air, can it be fake?" It seems that Luo Wei doesn't seem to be so cold to Yuan Tao.

"Alas, it's a pity...... "Guang Wenlu joined Yuan Tao's army half a year ago, when a group of thieves slaughtered Xixiang County, his family was ruined, and he fled with a group of homeless people to hide in Daba Mountain, and was absorbed by Yuan Tao. He is very young and has only been in the gang for a short time, and when he hears people talk about how Yuan Tianwang is wise and martial, how benevolent and righteous he is, he naturally believes it. I was looking forward to following this "No. 1 scoop in Sichuan" to be able to mix and eat to my heart's content, but I didn't expect the sudden change in the wind and clouds, so I inevitably felt a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

"Yuan Tao died, and he took the blame. It's a pity that Leader Li of Beiying plotted against the villain and died with hatred! Luo Wei shook his head as he spoke, his fists clenched. He obviously didn't have much affection for Yuan Tao, but was haunted by the death of Li Xiaoshan, the head of the canal in Beiying.

Guang Wenlu is a small soldier, so he naturally doesn't know much information in normal times, but when he saw that Luo Wei was disgusted with Yuan Tao, he didn't talk anymore. Instead, Luo Wei asked, "This brother, what's your name?" ”

"Guang Wenlu." After Guang Wenlu finished speaking, he was afraid that he would not know which words they were, and explained, "'Guang' is the vast Guang, 'Wen' is the text of Wenqu Xing, and 'Lu' is the Lu of Yulu." After speaking, his face turned red, because he had memorized these words to others since he was a child, and he was illiterate, except for his own name, he actually didn't know what words such as "vast" and "Wenquxing" looked like.

Lowe pouted and said, "Oh, I don't know if you just tell me." After speaking, he added, "But listen to you, your father really hopes that you can make a name for yourself and get the court." ”

Guang Wenlu shook his head shyly and said, "I can't read, and I only hunt on weekdays." This name was given by a wandering Taoist priest when I was born. The Taoist priest stayed at my house and ate my father's stewed game, so he named it Bao. ”

Luo Wei "snorted" and didn't say anything more, but started talking to the others. Guang Wenlu was helpless and insecure, and felt that Luo Wei looked like a character, so he deliberately drew closer to him, and provoked words: "Brother Luo, do you know, what are we doing here?" ”

Luo Wei glanced at him, he didn't want to care, so he accepted the honorific title of "big brother", so he had to pull his face and say: "There will be no good thing, but sitting here is to rest, as for what will happen after resting, God knows." ”

Guang Wenlu nodded again and again, looking at Luo Wei as if he was about to leave himself again, and said busily: "I look at the outline of the trees, let's go all the way to the north." Thinking that Zhao Ying came from the south, isn't this the opposite? ”

"Huh?" Luo Wei was stunned, as if he had been inspired by something, but before he could ask back, the distant horizon suddenly sounded again.

"Damn, I'm leaving again." Lowe patted his buttocks, stood up, and cursed.

"You follow me, don't lose it." Guang Wenlu was at a loss to stand up and look around, Luo Wei said again.

The solemn and cold horn sound continued one after another, and the crowd suddenly became chaotic, and Guang Wenlu squeezed the bustling crowd, and it was thanks to Luo Wei's big hand against his back that he would not fall.

"Gotta run again!" Luo Wei said coldly.

Before Guang Wenlu could look around, the sound of the horn behind him suddenly sounded a thick war drum, and countless people came to lead him forward.

"What's going on?" Luo Wei shouted loudly, and he was also sandwiched in the crowd, next to Guang Wenlu. At this time, the density of the crowd was far greater than that of the previous long march, and the sound of war drums was like a charge, which made him have a bad association.

"Brother Luo!" The sound of trumpets and drums intensified from the left, right, and back directions, and every time they sounded for a while, Guang Wenlu really felt that the endless crowd was shrinking towards the center again, and he was almost breathless, and subconsciously called out Luo Wei. It's a pity that this time, except for the countless black heads that are moving, he didn't get a response from Luo Wei.

The crowd of people poured forward like a torrent. Guang Wenlu has seven meat and eight vegetables, just running with the current. Behind him, there was a scream. If you don't look at it, you know that the soldiers of the Zhao Battalion who must be in the rear prison are killing the "disobedient lambs".

"What exactly is Zhao Ying going to do?" After resting for a while, Guang Wenlu's precious physical strength allowed him to take a break to think in the wild running. It was clear that the soldiers of the Zhao battalion, who were at the outermost part of the crowd, purposefully expelled the captives forward from the left, right, and back directions. Long marches, sudden starts after rest, war drums and horns......

These threads are intertwined, and finally collide with a point to create an enlightening spark. This point has been mentioned before - the direction of the march is in the north, not in the south!

"Oops!" Guang Wenlu figured it all out almost instantly, and then, an extreme terror struck all around him.

"Can't run anymore!"

He shouted hoarsely, trying to stop the flow of people from continuing its frantic progress, but no matter how loud he was, the loud noise of the crowd and the deafening, incessant sound of drums and trumpets would swallow up his lonely and helpless cries at once. He screamed heartbreakingly, but in the end, not only was his body continued to be dragged forward, but even the people around him did not look at him squarely.

They're all so focused, focused on moving forward. But Guang Wenlu knew that it was not so much concentration, but rather that these captives had already become walking corpses driven by fear. With a depressed will and an extremely exhausted body, they are now empty shells that have lost their souls, and they are accustomed to being banished and drifting with the current, but they do not know that this torrent will eventually flow to the infinite abyss.

I don't know how many distances I ran, there were people all around, all heavy breathing, unpleasant sweat and bad breath, the only thing Guang Wenlu could identify was the sky.

It was nearly dusk.

Stepping across a large dry meadow, Guang Wenlu suddenly heard a strange sound in front of him, and he vaguely couldn't tell what it was, but the sound that followed made his heart feel greatly shocked - almost at the same moment, it seemed that there were hundreds of people, all of whom let out an extremely miserable wail!

The surging crowd froze, and then, the drums rained down again, and the same screams came from behind. The crowd did not dare to stop and continued to move forward, however, with each step forward, the screams in front of them resounded through the heavens and the earth, and everyone who heard it trembled. Even if they didn't witness what happened with their own eyes, no matter how stupid Guang Wenlu and the others were, they could guess that such a miserable cry would never have been made if it weren't for the dying person.

There is a mountain of knives in front and a sea of fire in the back. Only then did Guang Wenlu become convinced that he had come to hell.

He was tall, and when he looked up, the crowd in front of him was already chaotic, and it seemed that people were constantly retreating, and those who were still moving forward were huddled together.

The situation has not yet been seen clearly, and in an instant, there are screams that can almost tear the eardrums, and Guang Wenlu subconsciously looked up at the sky, but saw that there were countless small black spots in the dim sky. The countless little black dots flew like the swarms of locusts that I had seen wreaking havoc on wheat fields in a few days.

"Damn it!"

Out of nowhere, there was a loud shout, and Guang Wenlu's eyes flickered, and he fell to the ground with a flash of light.

"Flutter Flutter ......"

The screeching sound quickly became the crunch of hail hitting the felt cloth, and sometimes it brought out the tearing sound of "zila". Although the voice was pleasant, Guang Wenlu almost reflexively got goosebumps. This voice is all too familiar, it is a rain of arrows!

With just one breath, a terrifying scream erupted around him. When he twisted his head again and used his afterglow to scan the surroundings, he couldn't help but gasp, it turned out that there was no corpse lying next to him.