The moon is dark and the wind is high, the rain is fast and thunderous, and it is such a night when you can't see your fingers and can't lift your feet to get out of the mud. A group of Qing soldiers was still like a dog skin plaster, sticking to it.

Hou Xuanyan looked at Yang Shu and Hong Yixun holding one arm, half dragging and half dragging, and finally caught up.

Fan Xiong gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, I let you suffer an unwarranted disaster with us." Those clear dogs are Tian Xiong, a traitor's centaurs, who are chasing and killing our eldest lady. Obviously, after the first war together, they have regarded these people in Jiading as their own people, and they are all fallen people at the end of the world, and everyone's fate is indeed very similar.

Hou Xuanyan wiped a handful of water droplets from his face, opened his eyes, and asked, "You are from the Yasukuni Gong, right?" ”

"Hey, Childe has good eyesight, it seems that Childe already knew, and we were villains in vain, so I already knew that I recognized it."

Hou Xuanyan stared at the front, holding Huang Ying'er's two maids who were flying like a fly, and said in his heart, there is such a big style in Nanming, surnamed Huang, and there is a personal soldier escort with the spirit of the army, I am afraid that only Huang Degong, who has just died in battle. Looking at Huang Ying'er and her two maids, they are not lagging behind at all, and they are even in front of these big men.

Fan Xiong saw his gaze, laughed, and said with a grin: "Do you think that our eldest lady is a weak woman?" ”

Hou Xuanyan was told by him, and said embarrassedly: "The tiger girl of the gate, the tiger girl of the gate." ”

For Huang Degong, Hou Xuanyan still admires it very much, and by the way, these people are also a little closer to him in his heart.

After a night of escape, the rain finally stopped as soon as it was dawn.

Xu Yuanbao jumped onto a low wall, looked at it and shouted, "Let's go to a small fishing village." ”

Gong Laosan struggled to get up, it was not easy for him to persist until now. Among these people, he was the only one with the most knowledge, Xu Yuanbao reached out and dragged him to the wall.

"Xuanyan, let's go to Qiulindu, take a boat from here, and the lake is the boundary of Shaoxing in the past."

The crowd suddenly erupted in cheers, and everyone knew that when they arrived in Shaoxing, it was the territory of King Lu, and the army of the Ming Dynasty still controlled it.

Soon, several women's screams were heard in front. Fan Xiong's face changed drastically and they rushed into the small fishing village, only to see Huang Ying'er and her two maids, with their backs to a fishing net, their faces pale and ugly.

Hou Xuanyan walked over quickly, only to see the fishing net, densely tied with human heads.

The facial features have been washed by the water for too long, and there is no blood, and it can be seen that the fate of this fishing village is similar to that of Jiading, and the village was slaughtered.

Under the sympathy of the same disease, the people and villagers of Jiading were even more sad and angry, and Hou Xuanyan looked at this terrible desire, but he had no sense of fear at all. The anger of hatred had filled his chest, and there was no room for any other emotion.

Everyone consciously took down the fishing net, dug up the earth from behind the low wall, and hurriedly buried the poor people.

There are no big boats in the fishing village, only small fishing boats, the largest of which can hold more than a dozen people.

Fan Xiong took the three of Huang Ying'er to a boat and asked in a loud voice, "Who is good at water?" The one who will hold the boat will stand up. A few half-grown teenagers stood up, and after getting a nod from Hou Xuanyan, they boarded Huang Ying'er and their boat.

More than 30 of them were landlubbers, and they were also crowded into several small boats, and each picked a Jiading man to row.

It turned out that Huang Degong was born in Liaodong, and most of the soldiers he brought with him were Liao people who did not know water. I didn't worry about Huang Ying'er and the three of them, so I wanted to find a few people with good water quality to escort the young lady across the river.

Hou Xuanyan and the others also found a few small boats, put a few people with food on the boat, and called Yang Shu, who was carrying a box of jewelry. Get on board and go first. The others were all from Jiading and most of them were teenagers, and a few of them couldn't swim, and they also got on the boat with the wounded soldiers. The others stripped off their shirts and burrowed into the water like loaches.

Gong Laosan sat on the boat and beckoned to Hou Xuanyan to get on the boat together.

Hou Xuanyan just jumped on the boat and looked ahead, and there was already a boat on the river that had already set off.

"Haha, cross the river, we'll be safe!"

As soon as the words fell, a black oppressive man appeared by the riverside and came over to the river. This is now a terra nullius, but across the river is the soldiers and horses of the Ming Dynasty, these people obviously did not take the Ming army seriously, and decided that they did not dare to cross the river to fight.

This team of people dared to chase here.

Fan Xiong secretly screamed that it was not good, if they were told to rush to the river, there would be a burst of random shooting, and I don't know how many people would die. There are no shields or planks on these boats, and if they come to the river, they will really become live targets.

Seeing that the Qing soldiers were walking and pulling out arrows, Hou Xuanyan also understood.

Everyone on the river knew that at this moment, someone had to die to stop the pursuers.

Although Fan Xiong and the others had the intention to go ashore to kill the enemy, it was already too late, and their small boat set off at the earliest, and if they turned back, they were shot through before they reached the river.

Hou Xuanyan turned his head to look, everyone had fear on their faces, this was the remnants of Jiading that he brought out. He promised to take them to escape, and even boasted that he would take them back to Jiading.

Hey! Anyway, it's the life that was picked up, what is there to be afraid of!

Hou Xuanyan jumped off the boat, turned around and shouted, "Brother who is not afraid of death, swim back and cross the river with me to cover everyone." ”

A chubby figure sprang out of the water, grinning and smirking.

There is also an armor worn on the outside and a robe on the inside; The little Taoist priest, who looked nondescript, read: "Immeasurable Tianzun, the little Taoist master came back to send this group of clear dogs to the west to see Rulai." ”

Xu Yuanbao touched the mace he had thrown away from the riverside, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "It's not a monk who said that you are a Taoist priest, you should send them to see Sanqing." ”

"Phew, they deserve it too!"

Hou Xuanyan held one left and one right, landed on the shore, and slowly, one after another "loaches" came out of the water.

Fan Xiong stood up on the river, clenched his fists and shouted: "Brother Hou, our brothers have remembered this love, what is the explanation?" I don't know when, this high-spirited man, his eyes were already full of tears.

"The remnants of Jiading, take care of your troubles!" Hou Xuanyan said with his fists clenched.

Yang Shu has already cried into tears, he is not good at water, he was rescued by Hou Tong who was an official in other places and was saved on the road. He couldn't have dragged a boatload of cripples and went back with him to die.

"Big young master, wow!"

"Brother Hou... It's like Daddy, right? There was a sudden indescribable pain in her heart, as if she saw the father who knew that she would be defeated, but still faced the battle, and her big eyes were full of tears. This girl, who has always hidden her feelings in front of people, can't hide it anymore, and the sadness that comes like a tide makes her cry.

Miao'er took her in her arms and whispered comfortingly.

"Look at him, talking and laughing to death, reckless life and righteousness, he is a big hero who doesn't have anything in the script, what are you crying about.."

When this sentence came out of his mouth, it was accompanied by a shallow smile, and the deep dimples strangled the rolling tears. The tone of the murmur was not so much for Huang Ying'er as for herself.