I gasped heavily, looking at the crowd of trampling pillows on the road,

The cavalry holding high the green banner and wearing gray robes was like a reef splitting the black tide, and ruthlessly dispersed the qiē encountered on the road.

If there is a slight delay or hindrance, these horsemen, who seem to have poor patience, will stir up a bloody wave in the crowd with sabers, lances, and ramming and trampling.

Leaving behind a pile of fallen and tumbling down, together with all kinds of stumps and severed bodies, red, red, white and white human bodies, wailing and moaning one after another, filled the cold air with the smell of blood.

After coming to this world, I have seen too much sorrow of life and death and all kinds of ugliness derived from survival, even if it is the human life that I ended with my own hands, it is not one or two.

I looked at the "head squat" again, and it had rolled off the back of the red tiger, like a quail that had fallen into the snow, and was holding its head in the shadow of my arms, and shivering with a whining sound.

"Okay, I'll teach you to sing a song...... You won't be nervous......"

I gently patted her trembling back and snorted in my throat.

"I have a red tiger and never ride ......"

One day I rode to the market on a whim.

I had a little leather whip in my hand, and I was proud in my heart.

Somehow, I fell into the mud. ”

After humming softly a few times, after a while, she finally calmed down a little, but she still clung to the hem of my clothes and held it in her arms, and she didn't dare to get up.

At this time,

The cavalry on the road was finally finished, and the doom of those fleeing crowds was not over, and after I waited for a while, the follow-up infantry brigade began to appear on the way.

The flags that were raised this time were very distinct, and in the bitter cold wind, hundreds of banners, square flags, and vertical flags representing the "subordinate" flags, square flags, and vertical banners to which the officers and troops belonged.

According to the common sense I gained on Liangshan. Such a flag represents at least one team leader, and if it is fully staffed, this officer army will have 10,000 people, not including the cavalry that opened the road before, and all kinds of chauff fires.

In fact, this kind of cross-state warfare, with the army's husband's service, but most of them were recruited and sent along the way, so these refugees who did not escape became the best supplement to the army's military service.

So a new round of life and death, the story of the separation of flesh and blood, was once again played out before my eyes, and young men and women were selected and dragged into the marching procession with ropes.

In the direction of Xiaoguang County, shouts of killing and smoke from the burning of buildings began to sound, and it was clear that this was their purpose. The most likely fate of these people is to be one of the many bones in the trenches or under the ladders during the siege.

After all, this is a troubled world devoid of humanity and moral limits.

We continued on our way, but before that, I thought of some remedies that needed to be taken.

Because I just remembered that I had met a few passers-by before, and I was still looking back frequently after walking away. I took a deep look at her, and found something unusual, although she was covered in gray cloth, but I had cleaned her up too cleanly, her overly fair skin and ebony hair color, and everywhere she went, she stood out like a flock.

Tearing the edges of her coat out of the shreds, then dragging it on the ground to get dirty and wet, and then draping it over an old gray felt, it didn't look so unsightly.

I took a puddle of dirt mixed with the red tiger's urine and wiped it from her hair and face, which obscured the last bit of anything unusual about her.

The filth and smell were enough to block most curiosity and covetousness, but the only sequelae was that when it came time for her to eat, she was still retching, and then I had to coax and deceive and intimidate her so that she could eat something without being out of body and thrown into the wild by me to feed the wolves.

After all, there is no shortage of experiences of being followed by animals suspected of wolves on our trip.

Again, I did the same, and added the stuff that she had secretly wiped clean, and then added the ingredients, at least until she starved to death from disgusting retching, so as not to put me both in danger because it attracted extra attention.

I've seen the famous heavy-mouthed sadistic comic "The Wolf's Mouth", so I stopped and stopped, and once again came across a post station that had been burned down in half. I won't be able to get any more supplies this time.

But at the cost of two pieces of bread, I still got very bad news from the old post keeper who was injured in the leg and was abandoned, and could only wait for death.

After all, as one of the very few utilities barely functioning in these troubled times, they are also the last source.

It is said that almost all of the north, east, and west sides of Honshu are fighting. The reason is simple, the town is empty. It is conceivable that because of the fiasco of the Five States Coalition Army at Liangshan, the strength of the Daozhì was greatly damaged, and the overseas feudal domains took the opportunity to attack the internal strategy and seize a large area of land and population.

On the other hand, it was several military states adjacent to Hebei Province that suddenly went against the norm in late winter and early spring to send troops across the border to rob in the name of taking the initiative to help suppress them.

They did not directly go to war with the forces of the overseas domains, but followed them closely, maintained a certain threat and contact, and then, in the name of retreating from the enemy, they took over the cities and fields of Mi, Qi, and Zi Prefectures, and seemed to intend to hold out for a long time.

Behind this qiē war and chaos, I seem to be vaguely aware that because of the unexpected variables brought by Liangshan, between the junction of Hebei and Hebei, from the local regimental training envoys, defense envoys, to the town guards and economic strategies in the state, and even from the level of the big town jiedu envoys, there is a certain step of power struggle and replacement.

In this way, it is a terrible reality for me, and my preferred plan to go east to Dengzhou to cross the sea will not be realized, and then the alternative plan of going west to Qizhou and taking a boat along the inland river will also be lost.

As for going north to Hebei Province, don't even think about it, before crossing the bridge of the Yellow River, we will have our lives to survive in the face of the invading army of several states.

All that seems to be left is to go south, waiting for an opportunity to turn around and go west.

On the other hand, the news of the civil strife in Yangsan has not yet spread, so the outlying areas of Yangsan have shown this false calm and undefended because of the retreat of the official and military forces, and it can be maintained for a few days, and if it spreads, it will be a different story.

I have to take advantage of this window period to get out of this land of four wars.

It wasn't long before I realized that my previous disguise and preparation had been a wise move.

"Don't look."

I gently twisted her head into my arms, and then walked over slowly, carefully keeping the red tiger's hooves from stepping on this soft obstacle.

Until the stench of blood mixed with the smell of fish was left far behind. Because

It was a female corpse with all the body parts, all the blood flowing from the external bells, and the joints of the limbs showing strange bruises and misalignments, lying in the middle of the path, with hideous and twisted facial features that could no longer see the original appearance.

I'm sorry, but somehow, I remembered Senior Sister Duguwen again, and the only daughter she gave me, carrying that little girl who was only six years old, trekking in the mud of the dark ditch. I don't know where she was taken by those women after taking out Luodu.

The head squatting next to me was not a few years older than her, and some soft places in my heart were touched, and then they were covered up under the hard shackles of cruel reality.

The further south we went, the more difficult the road became, and the chances of encountering all kinds of displaced people and officials and soldiers also increased, and we had food and weapons, so we somewhat blocked the covetousness and signs of crisis encountered by chance on some roads.

The most dangerous time, when I was too tired and was crossed by the red tiger into a pit, I let out a small moan, and then we who were resting under the tree had one more visitor, a farmer who seemed to be honest, as a representative of the villagers, leaned over to talk to me.

He had a thick local accent, and Rory said that I was covered with clouds and mountains, but while secretly glancing at "holding his head and squatting" with his eyes, he was a fool and saw that the problem was coming, and then I took out my crossbow coldly, and shot him through the shoulder, and ran away in pain.

In the shocked and shocked expression of squatting with my head in my hands, I found the lost hand sickle behind the man, which was originally held by him with one hand, and the rusty sauce red and lingering fishy smell on it were definitely not cut out of rice.

So I asked her to take a pit in her mouth to disguise her voice, and our route was more and more stray from the main roads and villages, often through unfamiliar hills and woodlands, and finding a makeshift path.

After all, she is just a girl, even if she has a red tiger as a ride, but she still can't help but wear out her hands and feet in various transfers and treks, but she almost doesn't snort, gritting her teeth with tears in her eyes, trying to keep up with my pace,

I have somewhat changed my outlook, although I have an appearance that has obviously been pampered for a long time, but it is still quite resilient and adaptable.

For example, she has become accustomed to the smell of mule droppings condensed in her hair, because this smell can hide her body position, drive away most insects, learn me to rub and clean my hands and feet with plant ash, and then use her little black hands to grab food and eat it deliciously.

But in some places, such as deep mountain streams or narrow stone cuts, I still have to pick them up or carry them on my back to get there, so that our bodies and food are consumed faster than expected. There were also a few times because of her drag, so that the officers and soldiers searching along the road found the end and pursued it.

It took a lot more circles in the mountains, with the crevices and crevices of the rocks that I stumbled upon, or the big trees that happened to be heavy enough, to be able to hide for a while, and get rid of the impatient seekers.

Every day when she rested, she would touch her hands and feet to wrap up the wounds that had reappeared, and sobbed painfully until she fell asleep, and then put away her tears during the day, and still followed me closely, for fear of being abandoned by me.

To be honest, I did get tired a few times and wanted to get rid of this little burden, but when I made up my mind indecisively, the crisis was unexpectedly resolved.

In the past few days, I have almost led the red tiger and squatted with my head in my hands, entrenched in the mountains and forests from time to time, or the soldiers on the main road, playing a game of hide and seek.

The repertoire that we can often bump into is that those who hide on the side of the road or run on the road because of the early military disaster will be treated on the spot by these soldiers as spies and spies.

Or rather, they don't need the effort of screening and appraisal at all, but use it as some kind of pastime and amusement tool.

I have seen with my own eyes several times how those ranger scouts sent by the officers and soldiers deal with ordinary pedestrians who are encountered on the road or found in the grass.

In a certain sense, these small groups of patrol rangers are more dangerous than the officers and men of the brigade, and at least they are captured by the officers and soldiers of the brigade to do hard labor, and they will not die lightly before they are sent to the battlefield to serve as trenches.

But in the hands of these sentry horses,

They would behead or chop the men to death, throw the children to death, and finally leave the women, and if they had a breath left after the turn, they would put them on the back of the horses and take them back, and then the happy cattle and goods would be divided.

In the end, the body of the scavenged stripe was left on the side of the road. Chilling coldness and familiarity.

But after walking at night for a long time, we will eventually encounter ghosts, and the traces we left behind still attracted several searches and explorations.

This time, it was undoubtedly the most thrilling one, the unknown pursuers, like leeches attached to the bones, stared at us, and the sound of roaring and shouting more than a dozen paces away was like chasing life.

I had the wit to bury myself with a large pile of fallen leaves and a slightly concave ground, but I still had to give up the red tiger that was stuck in the bushes, and some of its belongings, which had our tent tapestry or something.

In order to divert the pursuers, I stabbed them in the ass a few times, and then watched as it scurried towards the steep rocks before crashing into the deep valley with a loud thud.

Looking at the strange soldiers who were holding scattered trophies, some reluctance and regret, and turned back to collect the team and return it, my heart was pounding, and my face was itched by the bite of an unknown insect, so that I had to poke my thigh with a sharp cone to cover this itchy and unbearable itch.

I held my breath as there was another noise in the jungle, revealing the shiny corner of the round-brimmed helmet, but it was the leader of the sentinels, who had returned to his place and struck again, but he was disappointed again in silence.

All kinds of rustling sounds disappeared again, and finally disappeared into the silence, and my hands and feet became extremely stiff, and I slowly moved my body, only to find that many places were bruised or broken, and it hurt to touch people's teeth.

I struggled to stand up, I didn't have time to move the sore legs and feet that were oppressed, and I jumped into a mountain stream not far away, in the gap between the rushing water and the large rocks, I was drenched and squatted with my head in my hands, already unconscious, with more breath and less breath in, and my little face was white and my whole body was stiff like a statue.

There was still a trace of blood on her head, flowing on the moss-covered wet stone wall, which was the result of my vicious push into the mountain stream, because the stone wall was only big enough to hide one person.

I don't think I'm a person who is so sympathetic and loving that I don't care for myself, but God sent me to do it.

I ripped open her chest, followed the first aid procedures I had learned, hammered with my fist, and artificial respiration, and then wrapped myself in my arms, slowly feeling the petite Xiaoice's cold body, and warming up little by little.

The feeling of blood being connected and breathing and heartbeat together made me cry with joy and melancholy. I would have suffered from gains and losses for such a small thing I saw on the road.

Then she finally woke up, and her first reaction was not to scream at me or make any other gestures of resistance, but to hug me fiercely, choking and sobbing and crying with all her might.

We finally survived again, and in addition to the routine we were used to, there was something more called bonding.