Zhao Hong faced the new situation in front of him and began to think. There were about 300 thieves, excluding the casualties of the infantry, that is, more than 200 people, although the losses of Baoji Village were also large, but fully carried forward the fine tradition of "light injuries do not get out of the line of fire", and there were still more than 120 strong men who could fight. But there are still hundreds of women, children, and children, who are also armed with weapons, and the guys in their hands are not ornaments at the most critical moment.

"I don't think so, they're not losing a lot, and half of the elite sword and shield bearers are broken. In the end, we were driven down, and when the morale was low, it was for sure. Zhao Hong said his thoughts slowly, and thought about it for a while, "There is a saying in "Zuo Biography": one drum, then decline, three and exhaustion. Since the enemy has failed to attack twice, it has reached the point of "declining again", if they force their attack to attack, they will only be killed in vain. ”

In fact, except for Zhao Hong, a high school student who has not yet graduated, the rest are illiterate, and they don't know a single big character, and "Left Biography" is similar to a left turn for them. But a group of illiterate people who didn't understand what Zhao Hong said stretched out their thumbs one after another, all of them seemed to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and their faces were filled with expressions of admiration at the same time, "Brother Hong said it well, and Wu Chang said it well." ”

Just when everyone was immersed in the excitement of Zhao Hong's momentum, the voice of a river crab came out, breaking the atmosphere of praise.

"Let the Pavilion Master open the gate of the village, if they dare to come again, I will kill them with one knife and no armor left." It turned out that Cao Peng boldly interjected. Zhao Hong was taken aback by his words, as if he was looking at a monster. The enemy had cavalry, and a dozen cavalrymen rushed over, and he took a machete and chopped them all down. Zhao Hong estimated that Cao Peng hadn't seen "First Blood", otherwise he would have thought that the immortal and invincible Stallone - Rambo was not as good as himself, after all, Rambo often had to rely on modern weapons such as Gatling guns and bazookas.

"Look, their sword and shield bearers are up again." Liu Song, who was thin and hemp, carried a wooden spear and hurriedly pointed to the enemy who was not too far away from the wall.

"There's not even a ladder, so they can't climb it up with their bare hands." Rambo finally came to his senses from his personal heroism and finally regained a little bit of his senses. It seems that Rambo still has some military common sense, at least he can achieve chaos in battle, and the carpenter is much worse in comparison. Sure enough, he is worthy of being a descendant of the Han border army in Saibei, Zhao Hong secretly praised in his heart.

More than 20 enemies walked 40 paces away from the wall with their shields in hand, and the crowd realized that they were not armed with weapons. The thieves with their shields slowly carried the wounded and corpses out of this range onto their shoulders. The strong man on the wall did not release the arrow in the process, but just panted roughly and tried to rest. Facing the enemy with a shield dozens of paces away, Zhaiding didn't have any desire to shoot. Under the angry gaze of the Zhaiding, the thieves began to retreat slowly under the cover of their shields.

Zhao Hong was also very tired, and the discomfort of lactic acid caused by the strenuous exercise just now became more and more obvious. Zhao Hong, who breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, now found that his sore arm couldn't even lift it. The strenuous exercise that overdraws physical strength causes pain all over the body. Looking at the enemies gathered two hundred steps away, Zhao Hong also hoped that they would retreat quickly so that he could have a good rest.

The enemy, having collected the wounded, began to retreat slowly, and the thieves' infantry first formed a formation, and then all turned to the distance in good order. More than a dozen knights lined up in a long snake formation, holding a large banner and looking at the wall of Baoji Village majestically at the end. After a long while, seeing that the infantry had already driven four or five miles away, the group of knights turned their horses and slowly left. The people of Baoji Village gritted their teeth and watched as the figures of the last group of thieves' cavalry became smaller and blurred, and finally disappeared into the distance.

The people of Baoji Village breathed a long sigh of relief, and the spirit of beating could no longer support their tired bodies.

"We've won!" Although Zhaiding looked tired, it was still difficult to hide the heartfelt excitement under the eyebrows of the people who survived the disaster.

Zhao Hong saw Qin Jin, the pavilion chief of Baoji Village, accompanied by his eldest son Qin Lei and two uncles, come over with more than a dozen strong men. The Dubo of Baoji Village is actually the deputy of the pavilion chief in the regular establishment of the Han Dynasty, the pavilion father. Pavilion Chief Qin Jin held his left arm with his right hand, and the blood flowing from under the arm armor flowed down his arm to the fingertips, dripping down the wall. Obviously, Pavilion Leader Qin Jin was injured in the battle just now. There are still a few remaining arrow shafts on Qin Lei's crotch armor, but judging from Qin Lei's state, it should be skin trauma.

"Pavilion Master, you're injured!" Seeing this, Zhao Hong hurriedly asked with concern, don't you wait for others to wear your own shoes at this time.

"A little wound, I was accidentally slashed by a thief's knife just now." Qin Jin was strong and calm, as if nothing had happened, and there was still a smile on his face, and then he stroked his injured left arm with his right hand and let out a long sigh. "It's good to have A, otherwise this arm would be gone."

"Then the lord hurry up and bandage it, so you don't have to waste time here with your subordinates." Zhao Hong immediately lowered his head slightly, showing his respect for the pavilion elder.

Pavilion Chief Qin Jin waved his hand with his intact right arm, signaling that Zhao Hong didn't have to continue. Qin Jin looked at Zhao Hong, a fascinated expression appeared on his face, and he said excitedly, "Since ancient times, heroes have come out of teenagers!" Your bravery at the critical moment turned the tide of battle and laid the foundation for subsequent victory. Then a slightly disappointed expression appeared on his face: "I'm really old, old, and it doesn't work." ”

"Pavilion Master, this time Baoji Village can repel the enemy, the main reason is that you have a good command, and besides, you don't know the destiny of heaven yet, how can you say that you are old!" Zhao Hong hurriedly complimented, the sedan chair carried people, hello, hello, everyone.

Zhao Hong, who had been propagandized by socialist values in his previous life, knew that everyone was good - really good, whether it was in the late Eastern Han Dynasty or the thirty years of reform.

Pavilion Chief Qin Jin pointed to the tall Jingcheng Mountains in the distance where the enemy had disappeared, turned around, and then said in a tone of mixed joy and sorrow: "The bravery of your Wu people really saved the lives of a villager. Qin Jin, who paused, took a breath and said in an aggravated tone.

"In the future, you, Zhao Hong, will be long."

After a while, the only three war horses, Baoji Village, sent a strong man who could ride horses in the village and began to reconnoiter the situation to the west. Although the reconnaissance ability of Baoji Village is very low, these scouts still have news that the thieves have retreated far away from the village, about ten miles away.

In the days that followed, Baoji remained on high alert. At night, a large number of strong men are responsible for night patrols, all of them are armed with torches and lanterns, patrolling the walls to prevent the enemy from sneaking attacks, and this atmosphere of constant preparation for war makes everyone's nerves a little nervous.

After this battle, Baoji Zhai cleared and seized a total of four pieces of two crotch armor, six pairs of leather armor, and 37 spears. There are three compound bows, fifteen large bows, twenty-eight hunting bows, and eight round shields. Six flying ladders. These things were all stored in the warehouse of Baoji Village, which also increased the equipment rate of Baoji Village Zhuangding.

The consequences of this war are also very serious, Baoji Village is almost to the level of filial piety in every family, and the crying can be heard everywhere, and more importantly, the crying is continuous, which makes people shudder.

The wood needed to build the coffin caused an entire pine forest to disappear in the distance. Carpenters like Liu Song in the stockade are also busy. Day and night to build the coffin, due to the lack of manpower, many strong men in the village are also busy helping to work, such as Zhao Hong, who often sweats in the carpenter's workshop and pulls the saw.

Zhao Hong, the funeral of the eldest of the Wang family, also attended. Wang Laohan and his mother-in-law cried like tears at the funeral. In the past few days, Wang Laohan has countless gray hairs on his head, and the original black and white hair has turned into countless silver threads, and he has aged a lot overnight.

Wang Laohan's mother-in-law's eyes were red and swollen from crying, bulging like steamed buns, and they were covered with bloodshots. She gently stroked Aiko's cold face with her hand over and over again, as if this would make the already stiff Wang family boss wake up again.

"Son! Why did you go like that! ”

This was followed by a heart-rending howl, or a choked wail:

"K'er, why are you so ruthless to leave! You let your father, how can you live for your mother. After that, Wang Laohan's mother-in-law buried her head in the cold body of the boss of the Wang family and cried bitterly.

Wang Ming knelt on the side and wept silently, the expression on his face was a little complicated, on the one hand, it was the sadness of the eldest brother's departure, and more of the guilt, the guilt did not protect the injured eldest brother.

Zhao Hong was a little sad in this scene of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, and the friends who got along day and night turned into cold corpses in a blink of an eye, thinking of the eyes of the boss of the Wang family when he was happy when he was harvesting the wheat, Zhao Hong suddenly felt like a world away, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Zhao Hong shook his head effortlessly, adapting himself to get rid of his emotions and recover. "After all, he died resisting thieves. Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang, you two elders are going to mourn. Zhao Hong hurriedly stepped forward to support Aunt Wang, who was about to faint. Brother Ming, he will definitely be very filial in the future. ”

Zhao Hong saw that the second elder's face was a little softened, and he was afraid that the second elder would not be at ease, so he hurriedly added: "You two have done me this great favor, I have been eating and living at your house." Even if I have my own house, I will come to visit you every New Year's holiday in the future. ”

Zhao Hong paused, and finally said, "You will treat me as your son, and I will provide for you in your old age." ”

Wang Laohan raised his head tremblingly and looked at Zhao Hong, with an expectant look in his eyes, "Xiao Hong, I don't ask for anything else, you have been promoted to a long time now, you must take care of Ming'er for me." That's all I have left. It is enough to preserve the ancestral incense for our royal family. ”

"Uncle Wang, I will definitely do my best."

Facing Wang Laohan's gaze, a confident sunshine appeared on Zhao Hong's face, and then Zhao Hong said in a firm tone: "As long as I, Zhao Hong, still have a breath." I won't let my little brother get hurt in the slightest. This kind of guarantee is not only a guarantee for Wang Laohan, but also a guarantee for Zhao Hong himself.