"We can't run away," listening to the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer behind him, Xiao Liuzi's face was pale and panting like a cow; Xiao Ye snatched the crossbow from his hand and threw it into the deep grass, "Follow me, run," the two barefoot teenagers turned onto the dirt road without hesitation.

In a panic, Xiao Ye's boots and Xiao Liuzi's cloth shoes had already run away.

Two emaciated and alert figures, walking on the dirt road covered with vines and grass, ran forward and backward desperately, a hundred steps away, Wang Meng and others, who were waiting in the middle of the tall grass on the side of the road, looked at them dumbfounded.

"Boom", the sound of horses' hooves approached, and the little six sons, whose legs and feet were pulled by sharp thorns, staggered behind Baihu, dizzy, turned his face to look at the Tartar who had chased closer, with a sneer on his face, and fell to the side of the road.

Ignoring the little six sons on the ground, the five Tartars who had already followed, only Xiao Ye who was still running in front of him in his eyes was in his eyes, and the scimitar was raised high, and the speed of the horse was getting faster.

Ahead, even Xiao Ye, who had protective clothing, was covered with scars on his bare feet.

"Boom," the vine grass entangled under the horse's hooves, and the strong branches, which were full of purple-black spikes, not only pierced into Xiao Ye's feet, but also wrapped around the horse's feet and legs in the turning of the horse's hooves.

Soon, Xiao Ye fell.

"Xi yo-yo," the healthy horse, which had been running on the vine grass for less than a hundred paces, caught up with the target in the shouts of the Tartars, and slowed down his steps, shook the huge horse's head, shook his body unwillingly, hesitated to move a few steps, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The sturdy Tartars jumped off their horses with swiftness, looked at their beloved horses suspiciously, pulled the reins vigorously, and called out loudly, unaware of the vine grass that crossed under their leather trousers.

The sharp stinger had pierced into their boots, cutting through their dirty skin.

After half a cup of tea, Wang Meng, who didn't have time to do anything, watched Baihu and Xiao Liuzi fall into the vine grass, and five living Tartar strong men were also lying there, with the five healthy horses.

In order to rescue Baihu and Xiao Liuzi, Wang Hu looked sadly at his companions lying on the ground, the small flag of ten people, and now there are less than three left, what else can I do, hurry up and send someone back to the mountain for help, this damn poisonous weed is too powerful.

When Xiao Ye woke up, he was already lying in his stone house, and Wang Dali, who was anxious, asked Uncle Kun to make a big pot of hot tea and poured them down one by one. It's been an hour later.

After resting for a while and sobering up, Xiao Ye asked Xiao Liuzi, who had injured his legs and feet, to go home to rest, endure the pain on his feet, put on cloth shoes, and came to the outside of the small courtyard.

Wang Meng and an old military household, with people stepping on the wooden planks, had already brought the spoils back to the mountain, and the traces of corpses in the woods were also cleaned.

The two discarded crossbows, Xiao Ye's boots, and Xiao Liuzi's red jacket cloth shoes with exposed toes were also carefully recovered, and half of the short arrows were recovered.

When Xiao Ye listened to Wang Meng's account of the tragic situation in the woods, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he arranged for Wang to vigorously distribute the dead horses to each family, and he himself took each team of small flags and erected five wooden stakes on the gentle slope to the west.

The five Tartars who were still in a coma were stripped naked and tied to the stake, and Xiao Ye pressed the knife on his waist and stood quietly in front of the queue of fifty people.

Look at these Tartars, they are also fleshy bodies, why are we so afraid, standing still for an hour, Xiao Ye completely let himself and the sergeants under his command see the faces of the Tartars clearly.

Stare at them, look carefully.

Especially Xiao Liuzi, the kid who rushed over from home, looked at Tartar again, already with a little disdain, and the boys of Wang Hu's team were also clear-eyed.

"Ah, ah" When the five Tartars woke up and screamed in their mouths, Xiao Ye's standing body moved, waving his hand, "The first small flag, one arrow per person, those who can't shoot in the chest, eliminate,"

Fifteen steps away, amid the frightened shouts of the Tartars, the five sergeants lined up raised their crossbows in their hands and shot cold short arrows.

Putting down the crossbow, the five boys stepped forward, and in the miserable shout, they stretched out their hands and pulled out the iron arrows that pierced most of them, blood splattered, and the bloody right hand caused everyone to revolt.

Take turns to step forward, each person shoots an arrow, and then pulls it out with his own hands and hands it to the next one, Wang Meng's first small flag, was drunk by Xiao Ye and a kid, perhaps, the craftsman small flag is more suitable for him.

Wang Hu's second small banner, after experiencing the escape of the hundred households, all gritted their teeth at the Tartars, once the hundred households died, then they would still have time to eat in the future.

The second small flag retreated with his whole body, and the five Tartars were also out of breath and less in breath, and the Tartars, whose flesh and blood were blurred and trembling, could no longer shout.

On the platform of the land temple in the south, a group of military households standing behind the wall and watching silently watched the scene of repeated shooting, and the eyes of a few people were bright and bright.

No matter what everyone thinks, they really see the ruthless side of the little adults of the hundred households.

Five small flags, test their courage on the spot, and ten sergeants who are unwilling to pull out short arrows are dismissed by a hundred households, and they will be taken over by Wang Dali and dialed into the small banners of each craftsman's household; On the stone mountain, Xiao Ye does not raise idlers.

Each person had one arrow, fifty arrows, and had already shot the five Tartars to death several times, and the unlucky ones who finally pulled out the arrows had to put their hands into the sparse wounds, feeling the hot and greasy internal organs, so that they could find short arrows, and vomit dizzy one by one.

"Cangchang," drew his sword, Xiao Ye, who had been silent, returned to the queue when the sergeants returned to the queue, strode forward, the sword flashed, and the head of a tartar was cut off with a click.

Turning around, looking at the sergeants in front of him, Xiao Ye grinned, "Five temporary small flags are preferred, and the other sergeants are behind, and there are only five positions, cut off their heads, I will choose whoever is the flag officer, and I will go to the fort tomorrow to get the waist card." ”

The bloody promise made the old sergeant who had no subordinates flush on his face, and with a shout, the people had already rushed forward, Wang Meng, Wang Hu, and another old soldier also drew their swords and pounced on them.

In the end, the old sergeant, who hesitated slightly, saw that the four heads with scattered heads were cut off in the blink of an eye, and the head of another Tartar was also cut off by a sergeant Kuroko, so he also watched his identity as a small flag being occupied by others.

Heizi, the big name Lei Xiaoqing, is just a little darker, and if there is no light at night, you can't find anyone if you look at your face.

Two veteran sergeants in their thirties, Hao Yongliang and Huang Hanxiang, once followed Ximen Lao Baihu to the battlefield, and were once again recognized by Xiao Ye Baihu, and their dark and old faces were faintly red.

The full sergeant of the four small flags had human blood on his hands, and Xiao Ye believed that if he ran into a Tartar in the future, everyone would not be so panicked. Then draw a team of small flags, a general flag of troops, and the hundred households can be operational.

Burying the corpses, the head of the head has its own Wang Dali sent people to use lime nitrate, and now there are more people on the mountain, and all the houses have been built. Within the walls around the land temple, ensuring that each family has a house to live in is the important task that Xiao Ye explained to Wang Dali.

With a sheltered home, everyone's minds can settle down, which Xiao Ye knows very well.

The scimitars, bows and arrows of the Tartars are also evidence, but Xiao Ye will never hand over all the more than two dozen sturdy horses.

Throughout the day, Xiao Ye didn't eat anything except breakfast, and the bloody scene made him feel full only by drinking some water. It was getting late today, and he was so tired that he couldn't slow down for a while, and the only thing to do in the fort was tomorrow.

In order to appease the people on the mountain, Xiao Ye, who waved his big hand, asked Wang to arrange for the slaughter of two oxen, and every family on the mountain had meat tonight; If you want to say that you want to slaughter the cattle, Wang Dali will persuade hundreds of households, but the cattle are really useless in the mountains, and the waste of manpower is not to mention, so now the poisonous weeds in half the mountain are rising day by day, and it will become difficult to herd cattle in the future.

In the small courtyard, Xiao Ye sat on the stone bench, looking at the seized packages, a large pile of broken silver and two small pieces of gold, which made him quite satisfied, especially to his surprise, this time more than 100 catties of copper coins were seized.

As for the bloody jewelry and bundles of silk clothes and cloth, Wang Hu directly sent them to the first and second small flags.

Under the cover of the night, the torches were lit, and nearly two hundred taels of broken silver, five taels of gold nuggets, and bright copper coins were stuffed into the stone mill by Xiao Ye, plus more than three hundred catties of ore raw materials, waiting quietly.

The stone mill rotated rapidly and silently, and at the button of the grinding disc, a subtle blue light flashed, and the side quickly lit up with a pattern; The crossbow, the three-edged army/thorn, and the protective suit, the patterns that keep changing at intervals between two breaths, Xiao Ye just watched quietly.

At the door of the stone house, Zuo Shi and Han Juan were used to seeing Xiao Ye's movements like this, and sat there talking quietly; And the loyal Uncle Kun, as always, stood by the fence, vigilantly monitoring the movement outside.

When the pattern of the protective clothing, with regular small block letters, turned around and disappeared, what appeared in front of Xiao Ye's eyes was no longer a repeating crossbow, a beautiful picture, which made him simply disappointed.

"Monoculars," the five big characters in pitch black, Xiao Ye knows and knows, and when they are combined, they don't understand the meaning.

Fortunately, he still wanted to see something new, so he pressed the button directly; Soon, a long cartridge was taken out.

"Brother, what are you taking," Zuo Shi honestly went to clean the powder under the grinding disc, but Han Juan ran straight over and stared at Xiao Ye's hand, the shiny thing.

The stone mill at home is very strange, and now not only Uncle Kun knows, but Zuo Shi and Han Juan also understand that this kind of secret in their own house, they are more nervous than Xiao Ye.

"This, I don't know," Xiao Ye stroked the long cylinder carved with patterns, heavy and weighty, looking left and right, the bright glass of different sizes on both sides looked very good.

Picking up the long tube, his eyes came to the side of the big head, and he looked at the moon in the sky, a little dazzled, and couldn't see anything clearly; Turning it over, and then getting to the small side, he just glanced at it, "Wow," Xiao Ye, who had a calm appearance as an officer, couldn't help but exclaim.

I had heard that the Persians had clairvoyance, and the Xiyi people also had it, Xiao Ye was very scoffing, and now he held it in his hand, isn't it the clairvoyance that he has never heard of, what is the potholed black spot on the moon?

With a light hand, the telescope was taken by the little sister.

Xiao Ye, who came back to his senses, had a soft click in his ears, and when he turned his head, he saw that the little sister stood up from the thick long tube, pulled out a thinner cylinder, and screamed at the moon in shock.

By the time Xiao Ye sent people to call Wang Dali and ten small flags from door to door, it was already half an hour later, and the big guy stood in the small courtyard, taking turns holding long binoculars, looking at the moon in the sky, and making a sigh of wonder from time to time.

Only Wang Dali, surprised, his face became more solemn.