In the early morning, under the dim sky, Zhang Liao braved the cold rain and rushed back from Xin'an County. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the way back, the team has grown dozens of times, with more than 2,000 soldiers, nearly 100 subordinates and more than 1,000 rangers, as well as Zhang He, Han Hao and Sima Lang who came from Luoyang.

When Zhang Liao arrived in Xin'an in the wind and rain last night, he asked Shi A to go to Luoyang to send a message, and ordered Zhang He and Han Hao to bring 1,000 soldiers to the west to help, and at the same time asked Shi A to send a message to Wang Yue, and summoned rangers in Luoyang to search for rain materials.

This time, the matter in Luoyang was small, and the matter on the westbound road was big, so Zhang Liao almost exhausted the strength he could allocate in Luoyang, leaving only Gao Shun with hundreds of soldiers and horses to assist Li Ru.

Zhang Liao convened officials and officials in Xin'an before dawn, and after giving an order, he checked the situation in Xin'an County and made some arrangements.

To Zhang Liao's delight, Shi A brought more than 1,000 rangers, plus the nearly 100 subordinates who had been detained in Luoyang before, and the addition of more than 3,000 forces, made his mood feel better all of a sudden.

When leaving Xin'an, Zhang Liao ordered Han Hao to take 1,000 soldiers and those subordinates to stay in Xin'an to assist the officials in settling the people, and he himself took more than 2,000 people from Zhang He and Shi A to Mianchi.

Along the way, the cold wind kept blowing, although he was wearing a coat, but he ran back and forth in the rain overnight, his clothes were already soaked, and Zhang Liao only felt the coldness that permeated his body.

When he saw the people beside the road, his heart was even heavier, and he was still so strong and strong, let alone these people? And the old people, the women, and the children.

Hundreds of miles long procession, hundreds of thousands of people, the tents that were originally temporarily erected have long been wet and difficult to support by the rain, and all the pavilions, eaves, caves, and porridge sheds along the way have already been crowded with people.

A group of officials were busy before dawn, the porridge shack had already risen smoke, several medical houses were being erected, and many local people came out to help, sending clothes, ponchos, and hot water.

However, hundreds of thousands of people, with only a few hundred officials, and even with the help of soldiers, could not settle down for a while, and the rain did not know when it would stop.

Most of the people's clothes were already soaked, sticking to their bodies, their hair was dripping, shivering in the cold wind and rain, their faces were pale, most of the families were huddled together to keep warm, women and children were crying everywhere, and some people threw themselves on the soaked food and books and wept in despair.

Zhang Liao led the people and horses to walk by, and those people heard the sound of horses' hooves, raised their heads, and saw Zhang Liao, and their eyes all showed a look of expectation.

Zhang Liao met those expectant eyes, looked at the faces that were purple from the cold, and his teeth were chattering, his heart was heavy, but his eyes did not dodge, but shouted encouragingly: "Fathers, cheer up, don't shrink there, move your hands and feet a lot, your body will be hot, it's just a drizzle, how can you be frozen by it!" Ben Sima has ordered the local parents and officials to find a place to live for everyone, and the leaders of the team and the pavilion chief quickly handed over to the local officials, and those who suffered from the wind and cold were to be sent to the hospital for treatment......"

"Thank you, Sima Zhang."

"Thank you, General......"

Those people who saw Zhang Liao running around in the rain and heard him roar were all grateful, and many people burst into tears and bowed down one after another. They only woke up at this time, and in the most difficult time, the first thing they thought of was Zhang Violent Tiger! The only thing they can rely on is Zhang Baohu.

In this migration, they are the most vulnerable group, forced to leave their homeland, abandon their family business, the Son of Heaven and the Manchu ministers have long been gone, the culprit Dong Zhuo is even more unreliable, and those Hu soldiers are extremely vicious, eager to kill them, take their food, rob their wives and daughters, in this nightmare, before and after only this legendary ferocious Zhang Baohu will care about their life and death and suffering, and repeatedly stand up for them.

At this moment, those people looked at Zhang Liao's eyes, and they no longer had fear of Zhang Baohu, only gratitude.

Zhang Liao knew deeply that the best way to rescue the person concerned was to cheer up, along the way, he kept shouting and encouraging those people, and a group of guards behind him also shouted, and those rangers were even more righteous, and they all puffed up their voices and shouted.

After running for dozens of miles, Zhang Liao and these guards were almost hoarse, but the effect came out, and the atmosphere of passivity and despair everywhere was obviously improved under their drive, and many people had begun to move their hands and feet according to what Zhang Liao said, instead of blindly shrinking there to be cold.

Every few miles along the way, Zhang Liao left a dozen soldiers and ten rangers to assist the people of Likui and Tingchang, who led the team.

More than ten miles deep into the territory of Mianchi, there were less than 1,000 soldiers behind him, and there were too many people who needed help along the way, and 3,000 soldiers came to the front of these nearly 500,000 people, which was tantamount to a drop of water to the ocean.

Looking at the still gray sky, and the rain was still cold on his face, Zhang Liao sighed secretly, looked at Sima Lang, who was dressed in a lily coat behind him, and said, "Boda, do you still hold on?" ”

There was a scribe in this team, Sima Lang, who rode a horse for a long time, and Zhang Liao was afraid that he would not be able to carry it.

Sima Lang wiped the rain from his face, and said loudly: "Zhang Sima rest assured, the art of archery has never been wasted, he is not a weak person, this little rain and this little road is nothing." ”

Zhang Liao said: "Then add a little more force, walk fifteen miles quickly, and you will arrive in Mianchi City, and you will stay there to help settle the people." ”

"Good!" Sima Lang's voice was clear. He has followed Zhang Liao since he migrated, witnessed everything he did, and now he has great respect for Zhang Liao.

Zhang Liao nodded, and was about to speed up, when he suddenly heard a cry and noise from the front, he looked from the horse, but saw that the crowd in front of him was a little commotion, but it was rainy and he couldn't see clearly.

"Check it out!"

Zhang Liao shook the reins of his horse, manipulated the elephant dragon to gallop a hundred steps, and saw that nearly 100 people were gathered there, and when he reached the crowd, he heard a voice shouting: "Send them away quickly, you can't let them stay here, otherwise you will harm everyone." ”

Another voice said: "If they don't leave, whoever dares to chase them away, everyone won't even dare to approach." ”

"What then? Let's find Zhao Kui quickly. ”

"Zhao Kui went to find a place to live for everyone, even if he came, it was useless, no one dared to approach them."

Someone else shouted, "Let them go!" If they don't leave, they will be killed! ”

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Liao let out a deep sigh, turned over and dismounted, and strode over.

Those people turned their heads and looked at Zhang Liao with a cold face, and couldn't help but shudder, and an unclever guy shouted in a lost voice: "Huh? It's Zhang Storm Tiger here! ”

The guy shouted and came back to his senses, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly hid in the crowd.

But this time, he made the crowd shake, and everyone avoided it and got out of the way.

Zhang Liao strode in, but saw a large open space in the crowd, and there were three lonely people inside, a man, a woman and a child.

But the man was lying on the ground, his face was stiff, his eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, and he was obviously dead.

A woman in her twenties was left holding a child of five or six years old, her body trembling, her pale face full of despair and fear.