The remnant sun was like blood, and Daba Mountain, which was crawling under the blue sky, fell into silence at this time.

A team of displaced people who fled from the Hanzhong area of Shaanxi Province also stayed in an unknown cliff in the depths of Daba Mountain at this moment.

Although it is spring, the snow is still unmelted between the cliffs.

On the ancient road covered with broken branches and leaves, a girl with a broken skirt was holding a little spring with banana leaves, and cautiously walked towards the pale young man: "Young master, drink some water." ”

The young man Yang Ming nodded weakly.

But he was too weak to lean into the girl's arms, who brought the sweet spring water into his mouth.

Moistened by the clear spring, Yang Ming's dry and chapped lips moistened a lot, but he still didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone stand or even walk.

Now he can only be carried by two villagers, and the food and drink along the way can only be served by this maid named Yundie.

I don't know, whether she deliberately wiped her face with black mud, or if she was born like this, this Yun Die doesn't seem to be beautiful, only the big eyes are very bright, but her face is dark, but she is undoubtedly the kindest and most considerate girl in the world.

Yang Ming vaguely remembered that since she fled from Hanzhong, it had been this girl who had been taking care of herself and never abandoned.

This made Yang Ming, who has been an orphan since he was a child and was rarely cared for, very moved.

In his previous life, he was a heroic special soldier who died tragically in the line of duty, but he didn't expect that he would be reincarnated in the late Ming Dynasty and become a talent named Yang Ming.

It was a great luck to be able to survive, and Yang Ming did not regret that he had become a down-and-out talent who fled with the homeless.

It's just that the only deficiency is that this Xiucai's body is too weak, he has no power to restrain the chicken, and his thin arms and legs are weaker than that of a woman.

Fortunately, the girl and the villagers who fled all the way took good care of themselves, especially after entering the mountains, under the nourishment of the hares and pheasants, he regained a lot of strength, and he believed that in a few days he would be able to walk on the ground.

Yang Ming has been carefully observing these homeless people in the past few days, most of them are thin and weak, and they can't eat enough.

Some people don't even have a full piece of clothing, and some people fall on the road while walking and can't get up again.

The troubled world is a dog, and Yang Ming truly and profoundly understands this.

Along the way, many people have fallen on the way, if it weren't for some wild things in this deep mountain to satisfy their hunger, I am afraid that there would have already been a picture of people eating people.

I don't know if this group of displaced people can survive, and even Yang Ming has no bottom in his heart, but he believes that as long as he recovers, he can at least change the aimless and disorderly migration of these villagers.

As long as it is organized and orderly, it may be able to survive and gradually grow like the Red Army's Long March.

A few days later, Yang Ming was finally able to speak.

He eagerly told these ignorant villagers about the geography and climate of this area, and gradually, he also became the backbone of this group of displaced people, and it was up to him to decide which way to go and where to stop.

Yang Ming, who had been trained in the field for many years, lived up to expectations, and under his management, the number of missing and starving people was greatly reduced, although they were still hungry and cold.

"This ancient road was opened when Qin destroyed Bashu, it is the main road connecting Hanzhong and eastern Sichuan, and then it was abandoned in the wilderness because of the rice cang road, and it has been thorny, the road is ruined, and the officers and soldiers and thieves should not come here."

Yang Ming was comforting the villagers who were full of panic and confusion, when he saw Yundie holding the clear spring water again and walking towards him: "Young master, rest, talk again tomorrow." ”

Yang Ming could understand Yun Die's love for him, and he was afraid that he would be tired from saying a few more words, but he still didn't give up: "Yun Die, young master, I finally have the strength to speak, what if you let me say a few more words?" ”

"Childe, you can rest first, you are our backbone, there can be no mistakes", after the doctor Lan Liangshan smiled and persuaded him, he instructed his son Lan Guanwei: "Guanwei, you go to the mountains to catch some wild things again, and make up for the son." ”

After a few more days, Yang Ming was able to walk on the ground, and his body had recovered most of his body; If Yun Die and the villagers hadn't stopped him, he would have been able to go into the mountains to hunt with Lan Guanwei and other young adults.

In the spring of the fourteenth year of Chongzhen, under the influence of the climate of the Xiaoice River, Daba Mountain, located south of Qinling, was also much colder than Daba Mountain in Yang Ming's previous life.

Now the mountains are still covered with snow, and the temperature is estimated to have dropped to more than ten degrees below zero, which is undoubtedly a huge life-and-death challenge for the homeless people who are only in tattered clothes.

I can't stay in the mountains anymore, I have to go down immediately!

Yang Ming took a series of anti-freezing measures, but there were still many elderly people and children who froze to death on the road, which made Yang Ming's feelings much lower. But he still stubbornly believes that as long as he survives this cold spring, he will definitely be able to lead the villagers to live.

In the crowd, a little girl named Er Ya was shivering with cold, her lips were bruised, and she shouted tremblingly: "Dad, I'm cold."

But at this moment, her father, who was only half torn pants, suddenly fell to the ground.

"Daddy!" Erya no longer had the strength to cry again, so she just shouted in a low voice and stood there numbly, and at this moment, she felt an extra piece of clothing behind her, which was very large and beautiful.

"Childe, this is your Lan shirt", Yun Die saw that Yang Ming did not hesitate to put his life clothes on the second girl, so he hurriedly stopped.

But Yang Ming still put this on Erya's body and held her in his arms: "Child, it's not cold now." ”

"It's not cold, but Daddy", Erya was still trembling, and the tears on her face flowed down unconsciously.

Yang Ming hurriedly wiped it clean for her so as not to freeze: "Don't cry, your father has come to a world where he won't be hungry or cold." ”

"Young master, don't be like this, your illness is cured, but you can't use your body to warm her", Yun Die said and snatched the two girls over: "Let's let the slave come." ”

But just as Yundie took over the second child, Yang Ming took off the only piece of clothing and draped it on the other child, shouting while jumping: "Villagers, these children are our hope, young and middle-aged people give clothes to these children, it doesn't matter if we freeze, but they can't afford to freeze." ”

When the young villagers saw that Yang Gongzi had done this, they all took off their clothes and wrapped them around the children, while they jumped around in the ice and snow topless like Yang Ming.

"The sunset is red and the sun is flying, and the soldiers shoot targets and return the camp to the ......" Yang Ming simply sang a song to resist the cold.

"What is Yang Gongzi singing", everyone was a little puzzled, but, gradually, other villagers also sang along, they found that singing seemed to be able to keep out the cold, so the singing voice became louder and louder, and in an instant, the entire mountain field sounded military songs, Xintianyou, Qin dialect and other music.

Yun Die, who was crying at the beginning because she was afraid that the young master would freeze, couldn't help but burst into tears when she saw this, and the children, women, and old people also sang along.

Erya also broke free from Yundie's arms, dancing and singing along, she, like most of the villagers who lost their loved ones, seemed to have forgotten their grief, cold, and hunger at this moment.

Because of the optimism and mutual assistance of the villagers, they have endured one cold night after another.

When he stopped to rest at a peaceful place, Yang Ming once again did a personnel count, but was surprised to find that no one had disappeared in the past few days, except for an old man who had frozen to death.

At the beginning of the morning, the sun was rising, and the brilliant light was transmitted from the vast sea of clouds, reflecting half of the sky. And the sound of roosters crowing from the edge of the sky made Yang Ming and the villagers smile all over their faces.

"If there is a rooster crow, it means that there are people, folks, we have traveled for several months, and we are finally going to get out of this vast mountain, but we still have to be careful, although Zhang Xianzhong's men and horses have gone out of Sichuan, it is inevitable that there are still some bandit guerrillas in this area."

In the past few days, Yang Ming told these villagers a lot about the end of the Ming Dynasty, and many villagers also began to know who Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were, and also knew that the current Daming rivers and mountains were already broken and the wind was fluttering, and the road ahead would not be smooth sailing.

These hungry and cold villagers did not give up because of this, because they knew that as long as Yang Gongzi was there, there was hope for survival.

However, when the villagers arrived at the bottom of the mountain with the sound of chickens crowing in the distance, they were discovered by a team of officers and soldiers.

Among them, what is puzzling is that as soon as a soldier saw them, he directly stabbed a villager who was walking in front to the ground.

Then, the soldier came back and said to an officer who was walking towards him: "Lord Baihu, I found a group of displaced people in front, about a hundred people. ”

"What, outcast?" After hearing this, the hundred households were overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Lao Tzu is worried that he didn't catch up with the thief, and today he can't make money from cutting off his head, but he didn't expect the silver to be sent to the door by himself, and a hundred people are a hundred heads, this is a thousand taels of silver, and he has made a fortune!" ”

So, the hundred households immediately changed their tone, and slapped the soldier in a pretentious manner: "In this wilderness, where are there any homeless people, it is clear that they are thieves who make trouble!" Stop these thieves for this officer! Kill them all! ”

Bandits are like combs, and soldiers are like grates. In the chaotic times at the end of the Ming Dynasty, many officers and soldiers were like bandits, and even some officers and soldiers were more ruthless than bandits, and many officers and soldiers often killed people to receive rewards. ”

Yang Ming was standing in front of the villager who had just been stabbed to death at this time, looking at the officers and soldiers running towards this side with knives, and couldn't help gritting his teeth: "This group of beasts, I don't know if they will be so fierce when they meet the Tartars." ”

"Come on, these officers and soldiers can only bully our people, not to mention that the Tartars are just seeing the thieves, many officers and soldiers are also afraid to death, the thieves only rob and don't kill, but these officers and soldiers of the court who took our hard-earned money and raised them butchered knives against us!"

Doctor Lan sighed as he spoke: "Whether it is hunger or cold, we have all come here, but I didn't expect that now we will die at the hands of this group of officers and soldiers." ”

As soon as the hundred households came, they directly pulled out their knives and slashed at these villagers.

In the blink of an eye, several villagers had fallen in a pool of blood, and most of these villagers sat numbly on the ground, trembling and kowtowing and begging for mercy, only Yang Ming and a few young people had been standing there, looking coldly at the officers and soldiers walking towards them.