Ma Xintian sat upright on the mount under his crotch, no matter how bumpy the road was, he stood still like a green pine, and a pair of calm eyes looked firmly ahead, which revealed boundless confidence: "Although General Qin is old, that Zeng Ying will also throw a mouse bogey, taken by the prestige of Qin General Soldier, he does not dare to attack the stone pillar directly from the waterway, if he wants to come, he will only come from the dry road, I have no doubt about this." ”

Wang Huan rode his horse and walked side by side with him, and felt great confidence from Ma Xintian's tone, this self-confidence came from Ma Xintian's hearing and seeing of Qin Liangyu's blood for several years, and from the great confidence established in the battle between blood and fire.

Wang Huan nodded slightly on the surface, and nodded seemingly casually, but his heart was envious and emotional, this is the backbone, this is the ambition, just need a name, shout out: "Lao Tzu is here!" "I can make my subordinates feel that they have the backbone and can serve you to the death, when will I be able to establish such confidence in Ma Xintian's heart, then I will be able to compete with Qin Liangyu.

The soldier will be the bone, the soldier will be the hero, if the head of the sheep, even if the hands are full of wolves, they are sheep in wolf skin, they will not become the climate, they will be like a lion, leading a group of sheep to defeat the wolves.

"Lao Tzu also wants to become a lion, and no matter how bad he is, he will be a wolf!" Wang Huan's black eyes flashed with a fine light, and he whipped his mount fiercely, galloping like a gale, gritting his teeth and saying secretly.

The hooves of the horse team rumble, running on the rugged and tactful mountain road, along the way are muddy dirt roads that are not more than a zhang wide, the bends are narrow, the dust is all over the sky, this official road, usually there are not many people, after all, the bulk merchants go out of Sichuan, they are all by water through Kuimen, only some small merchants and hawkers who transport goods to the stone pillars to sell will pass by, and the pedestrians are relatively rare.

But along the way, Wang Huan saw many people helping the old and the young, carrying burdens and burdens, and staggering on the official road, all walking in the direction of the stone pillar from the front, almost every few miles away, they would meet a group, all of them were gray and dirty, and they looked very embarrassed.

Wang Huan couldn't help but stop once, stopped a crowd of 100 people, dismounted and asked a white-bearded old man in front of him, "Uncle, where are you from?" Where to go? ”

The old man was on a crutch and knelt beside the road, but unexpectedly the horse's hooves stopped in front of him, and someone dismounted.

The old man sat on the ground with his buttocks, and then suddenly leaned down and shouted: "Military master, military master, we are just honest villagers who have fled, there is no silver on our bodies, and our heads are not valuable, please let the military master let me go, please let me go!" ”

The people kneeling beside him also cried and shouted, all begging in unison: "Please let the military master let me go, please let the military master let me go!" ”

Wang Huan's face was blue, and the green tendons on his forehead were raised, this meeting caught him off guard, and the originally pleasant question turned into a robbery as if he was going to kill people and oversell goods, according to the plot, shouldn't he be sympathetic to the people and the homeless, and the homeless people are grateful to Dai Dezhi for his endless thanks? How did it become like this, does Lao Tzu look like a bandit so much?

His eyelids jumped a few times, and the desolate cry never stopped, finally grinding out Wang Huan's last trace of impatience, he jumped up, stomped his feet and roared: "Shut up!" ”

The armor soldiers behind him shouted in unison at the same time: "Shut up! ”

Like the roar of summer thunder, the explosion sounded in the clear sky, and the people who cried were suddenly shocked to the point that their whole bodies were weak, and their mouths were closed, and they were quiet.

Wang Huan rudely pointed at the old man who was kneeling on the ground and trembling and shouted: "You old man, this official asks you well, but you treat this official as that chaotic soldier and bandit, it's really hateful!" ”

The old man became more and more frightened in his heart, and hurriedly replied: "No, no, my lord, the military master, the little old man doesn't mean this, he doesn't mean this." ”

Wang Huan pretended to be angry and said, "Since it's not, then get up and speak." ”

The old man raised his head slightly, his eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't stand up for a long time trembling and swaying, Chen Xiang watched it interestingly on the side, and shouted with a smile: "Old man, this is my Shizhu Xuanzhi Counselor, Lord Wang Huan, the lord of Wanshou City, he told you to get up, you just get up." ”

As soon as they heard the words "Wang Huan of Wanshou Valley", the people kneeling on the ground suddenly became agitated, and the frightened expressions on their faces disappeared a lot, and they all looked up to peek, and the old man was also stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Lord Wang, Wang Shanren?" Is it really a good man? ”

Wang Huan almost fell on his heels, Wang Shanren? Who sealed it for me?

The old man looked at Wang Huan carefully, and saw that the officer in front of him had a face like a crown of jade, eyes like stars, a nose like a hanging gall, wearing a green cloth robe, wearing a square scarf, and was no more than twenty years old, exactly the same as what was said in the rumors, and suddenly burst into tears, like finally finding the underground party of the organization, and stood up leisurely on crutches: "It's really Wang Shanren!" ”

Wang Huan is full of black lines, and it is a good thing for the people to praise him, but this title is not very right, shouldn't he call himself General Fei, Sai Zhouyu and the like? Great good man, how do you sound like a landlord and a gentry!

Where did the old man care what Wang Huan thought, and spoke to himself: "Wang Shanren, oh no, Lord Wang, we are the people who fled from Chongqing Mansion, and we heard that Shizhu was opening a warehouse to release grain, and we could ask for a way to live, so the whole clan came to defect, and asked Lord Wang to be merciful and take us in." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Huan was a little surprised, most of the displaced people in Wanshou City were the people of the surrounding states and counties, which is very understandable, the catastrophe at the end of the Ming Dynasty, in addition to the military disaster, there are droughts, locust plagues, floods, white disasters, as long as you can think of the disasters, all appeared, in just a dozen years, in the land of China in turn, almost every province has been affected to varying degrees, grain production has been reduced, many places have turned into white land, in addition to these natural disasters, there are man-made disasters, officials are rampant, horse thieves rout, burn and loot, although Shuzhong is known as the country of abundance, but it is also devastating.

In order to avoid trouble, people hid in the mountains and forests, and the stone pillar was a good place to go, and the neighboring people fled nearby, but the whole family of this old man was from Chongqing, where it was hundreds of miles away from Wanshou Valley, why did he run towards the stone pillar tirelessly?

And Chongqing in the hands of Zeng Ying, although this person is not of good character, but also a warlord ruffian, but he is loyal to the Ming court, in history he after the death of Zhang Xianzhong, and Sun Kewang and other four generals fought bloodily, defeated and committed suicide, but a bit of integrity, it stands to reason that under the governance of such people, even if the people's life is not good, they should be able to survive, and they should not flee with their clans.

So Wang Huan frowned and said, "Chongqing Mansion? It is six hundred miles away from here, and General Zeng has already recovered this city from the hands of the thieves, why do you still want to flee to my Wanshou City? ”

It doesn't matter if he doesn't mention it, as soon as he mentions Zeng Ying, the old man's tears came down, choked and almost fell, Wang Huan hurriedly grabbed his hand, the old man stood firm, raised his face, his face was full of wrinkles and ditches, and the faces accumulated over the years swelled with infinite sadness, and he couldn't cry and said: "My lord, Chongqing Mansion is no longer a place where people live." ”