The women picked up the children and protested: "I can't go, the children can't afford to toss, how can I live outside?" ”

Their desire to keep to themselves burned. They refused to think about what would happen next, preferring to believe that the warriors could win, and that the danger here could keep the army out. They refused to think about all the questions posed by Pang Tong. But when they were saying wayward words, their eyes kept sweeping over the men, pinning all their hopes on them.

Is this a bunch of little cubs looking at big birds? Pang Tong thought so, and then he also began to care about the stiff expressions of those men, especially the warriors of those clans, they had the most right to speak.

"I really can't think of how those Liu Yan's people should be killed." A warrior from the Flying Wood Clan said stiffly to Pang Tong.

"Don't be too impatient, after such a big fire, the enemy may give up the mountain."

Another Vasai warrior in charge of fleshing said. Then as a result of the statements of these fighters, the people in the square clamoured.

"Trust your own judgment too much, the situation is not optimistic! I'm coming from the front! ”

Pang Tong shouted hoarsely. But no one responded to him, and continued to talk about the kind of luck, safe utopia.

"I ......"

Pang Tong's words got stuck in his throat, and he was pulled off the wooden box by a teenager. He put one foot on the ground and the other foot at a right angle to the edge of the box, and frowned and shouted to the boy, "You are crazy! I had to convince them! ”

His spit squirted all over the merciless face of Xiangche. Xiang Che said coldly to him in a tone that was not a ten-year-old child: "If you continue to talk about it, you will be beaten flat by them, and I will not have the leisure to take care of you anymore." ”

Pang Tong was stunned for a moment, he looked around, and the crowd began to disperse, as if it had resumed its rhythm just now. Pang Tong's speech became empty and ridiculous. He didn't even think he existed at all. He was treated like an ordinary passerby.

"Ahh

He screamed, and a stone slammed into his right forehead, thick blood sliding down his cheek. He angrily looked in the direction of the attacker. The beast that had been eager to tear its attacker apart was gone, and he saw a child younger than Chancher, looking at him with hatred. Her mother squeezed out of the crowd, and there were quite a few chestnuts in the cloth bag, and she noticed the child's actions. Hurriedly picked up the little boy, she just glanced at Pang Tong, and seemed unwilling to apologize to him at all. The woman took the baby in her arms and turned away.

It's so hard to convince them, and I've marginalized myself, and the relationship is stiff. He thought about it and looked to the side, and Chancher didn't know where he had gone. He was a wooden pillar in the midst of a busy, restless crowd, and no one would pay attention to him, except to look at the people who were clinging to hope or giving up thinking about the crisis, and at the figures who were only interested in their stomachs.

Pang Tong touched his abdomen, he was also hungry. But he didn't want to squeeze into the crowd to ask for something to eat, he would be looked down upon. It's better to figure it out on your own, after all, he's a soldier now, and he always has something to eat. Just walking through the long line, the heavy smell of sweat made his appetite lose a lot, and the air seemed to be as stiff as iron. He even thought that air had invisible, solid particles.

He walked towards Shandore's house. The wind was blowing, and the piles of chestnut trees in front of me were swaying their emerald green leaves. A gray-black dust streaked across the void like snowflakes. He looked up suddenly, his face sad. The ashes rose with the wind, hovering in the air, like a black demon hovering above and unwilling to leave. Then they fell down again, gradually taking over the roof and spreading on the ground. Pang Tong stayed in place like a statue, quietly waiting for this devil's black snow. He heard the frightened voices of the people, and many people began to run back to the house. People kept passing him around, and some of them ran as if they were fleeing, while clutching the food pressed against their chests.

Gray snow petals fell on his shiny jet-black hair, on his shoulders. He patted the top of his head lightly, scattering inky, tiny shards. hair as well as a vertical back. He ran quickly and came to Shandore. The patriarch was drinking medicine, and Xiangyi was holding his back. Pang Tong sat on his knees at his feet, waiting for the medicine bowl to be put down.

Shandolei nodded to his daughter and said, "It's okay, I can sit up." He twisted forcefully and sat up straight, his face pale, sweat running out of his pores. He must be in pain right now. Pang Tong has also experienced it.

Shandolei sighed constantly, and he looked at Pang Tong with a smile, like looking at the guest he most wanted to see. He said, "Seeing your calm look, I knew it didn't work." ”

Pang Tong's facial expression slackened, and he said, "Your prestige is not enough to convince them." ”

"Of course, even if you ask Kuimen and Tuado to talk about it, they won't be convinced. We mountain people have the same affection for Mt. Watta as a child has with his mother. No, it should be said that the relationship between the stream and the fish is the same. Everyone's hearts are full of feelings for Watta Mountain, and leaving them is as uncomfortable as asking them to die. They won't listen to us, the patriarchs. At such times, they prefer to listen to the old people, who are like historical inscriptions that instill their thoughts into them. Everyone will be convinced, and then ...... Hehe, in fact, there is no then. ”

He laughed to himself.

"No more."

Pang Tong looked at the man with a complicated expression. The face had a majestic silhouette like a tiger and a leopard, and a bleak, curled up and pitiful expression like a wounded rabbit. He has emotions that he wants to burst out, but he also has thousands of helplessness.

Pang Tong didn't speak, he knew that this man still had something to say.

Shandore raised a right arm and pointed to the void in front of him, as if trying to grasp something. He said, "This is the fate of the mountain people, who perished with the fire-roasted mountains. The arm fell heavily. The expression on one side is like that of a languishing patient.

"I'll figure it out!"

Pang Tong stood up as he spoke, and walked out without looking back. He didn't notice that when he said this, Shandore's and his daughter's bodies trembled.

He stepped down the stairs, crushing the surface formed by the black dust that covered it. Walking step by step on the ground, this is the result of the sudden attack of the black sandstorm. It's gray and black, and it's shocking.

The stunning sunset in the sky was eclipsed, it was completely obscured by the haze, and no one could see it in its entirety.

Pang Tong arrived at the front, and the fighters here were eating. The woman came here with baskets and boxes to help the logistics of the war. Pang Tong sat down on the box on the stairs. He took the braised horse meat that had been roasted from a middle-aged woman.

He took a bite, perhaps he should have complained that he was too old, but the woman's expression seemed cold, and exhaustion clung to her unmarked face. He swallowed it, and no matter how hard it was, he didn't care. It's a blessing to be alive. The surrounding stone walls were sliding with black-and-gray snow petals that were constantly drifting down.

After the woman distributed the horse meat to the other warriors, she lifted the two empty baskets with both hands. She stopped before Pang Tong could wipe herself, turned her head to Pang Tong, who was holding horse meat in one hand and supporting his jaw in the other, and said, "Will we die?" ”

She dropped the question, and then a feeling of shame came over her, and she walked briskly, as if she didn't want to see Pang Tong's eyes or his expression. And Pang Tong was also stunned for a moment after hearing her words, before he raised his head, turned around and watched the woman step by step on the stairs, black dust constantly rising.

Pang Tong spat on the water, and just now he almost swallowed the ashes. He shoved the meat into his mouth with one hand, and after chewing indiscriminately, the part of the meat that was still in lumps swallowed hard. He stood up, his eyes in all directions, and the sky gradually darkened.

Badar walked up and stood still in front of him, looking up at Pang Tong who had left a few steps away. The other party only then realized his arrival, and ran out of his contemplation, staring at the contours of Badar's marble-carved face with a puzzled expression.

"I already know your terrible speech. The oldest people will not leave when they die, and the most ordinary and weak people are the most afraid to go. I'm glad you weren't treated as a '' and spit all over your body. He patted the dust off his shoulder with one hand and said, "You did a good job." But if you don't burn it down, I don't know what's going on. ”

He shook his head and walked on. Pang Tong looked at his strong back blankly. That person let go of that arrogance towards himself, and Pang Tong couldn't feel the hostility he had before. Is this his success? A commendation for burning foreign objects in the Watta Mountains?

"I'm just a joke."

Pang Tong's brows twisted into pimples, one hand blocked in front of him, and the heavy dust drifted over and attacked his body. He gritted his teeth, and when the storm had passed, he turned his back to the sky and night fell.

Kuimen's reluctance to leave was something that had been known for a long time. Tuado's position is relatively neutral, and if most people want to leave, he will follow. But now the situation is that most people are reluctant to leave, and this status quo has been maintained for nearly a month. Food is getting scarce. Pang Tong can only get vegetable porridge for three meals, and meat has become a scarce commodity.

Wildfires are still raging in the distance.

At this juncture, looking for a way up the mountain, Liu Yan's army surrounded him from the west and east. They stepped on the ashes and raised the black dust in the sky.

Pang Tong knew that there would be such a day. He was still standing on the steps below the archer. In the west, after Liu Yan's eastern and western armies converged, they twisted into a fist. Liu Yanjun did not use cavalry, all of them were infantry. They rushed over with the banner of the word "Liu".