A head with a bare top door, with only a pigtail on the back of the head, cautiously poked out from behind the trunk, and saw that there was no one on the road, and then a whistle sounded, and more of the same head popped out from behind...... Rolling and climbing, a large group of people returned to the official road.

Everyone was on alert, and when they heard the sound of horses' hooves, they quickly told others not to hide in the woods. One was discovered by the Tartars, and no one could run away from the mountain! ”

In the crowd, a man who looked like a leader shouted hoarsely, but seeing that everyone around him was not concerned about his own business, even if there were a few who agreed, his face was full of disapproval, and he could only sigh secretly in his heart.

Liaodong has been occupied by the Jianzhou Tartars for many years, and the good men who are bloody, courageous, and dare to resist have long been slaughtered, and those who can survive are all "smart" people. If they don't come out of trouble, they can't come out of the way, and it's as hard to gather as a plate of loose sand - but that's the basis for their survival.

These people in front of them are not bad, at least they dare to risk escaping. Those clothed minions in the tunzi who did not dare to act even if they heard the news of the defeat of the Tartar army and had the opportunity to escape, and still honestly accepted the enslavement of the Tartars, that is called completely hopeless. Despite his efforts to persuade him, he only gathered a few families to flee with him. On the road, many escapees were gathered one after another, and a large team of more than 100 people was gradually formed.

But these people only gathered temporarily, and the slightest disturbance on the road was scattered, and no one cared about anyone. According to common sense, it is impossible for such a loose contingent to exist in a place like Liaodong, with the ferocity and brutality of the Tartar soldiers. In the past, if you found a fugitive on the road, you would definitely search for it, and in the end, no one could escape. The whole team is a dead word. However, this time the Tartar soldiers' movements were very unusual - the number of patrols on the official road was much reduced, but every time they appeared, they were also loud, and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard from afar, which gave everyone time to hide and hide.

The search of the Tartar soldiers was much more sloppy than before, and on one occasion even saw a woman holding a child on the road without time to dodge, and only gave her a few whips to kneel on the road. After that, they took care of themselves and walked away, instead of slashing them to death and then looking for others as before, which allowed the makeshift team to stumble all the way here.

But. Fortunately, it was all over - the group walked a little further, and at last, before it was getting dark, they saw a burnt Tartar outpost on the side of the road. Its charcoal color is still new. It must have been on fire not long ago, which made everyone's hearts relieved - the news that the Tartars had lost the battle was indeed not a lie.

That night, the group spent the night in a half-burned outpost. No matter how distrustful they were during the day, they had to huddle each other together, like sheep, relying on each other's body temperature to survive the long cold night.

After dawn we continued on the road, and so on for another whole day. When they passed through the Jinzhou Pass, which had been bombed into ruins, everyone let out a cheer - they had passed here. It is the place where the Tartar soldiers are abandoned, which means that there will be no more Houjin's patrols, and they are finally safe!

After Jinzhou, not far ahead, it is the place under the jurisdiction of the Lushun Walled City. As with all places that have just experienced the war, the road is very desolate and the official road is extremely rugged - one of the tactics of the Dongjiang army and the Houjin soldiers was to destroy the road and dig ditches, and sometimes they would even plant saplings on the road to form a bush for a short time to avoid being driven straight into by the Houjin army. The road in front of him was only renovated by Kong Youde in order to lead the army to attack Lushun City, but Houjin's technical level is barely able to pass through people. After the defeat of the Later Jin Army, the Dongjiang Army did not continue to destroy according to tradition, which is already very good, of course, it is impossible to renovate it with any more effort.

However, for these hundreds of refugees who have just escaped from the tiger's mouth, even if the ground is full of thorns, they must keep moving forward - return to the Ming Dynasty, at least they don't have to worry about dying at any time. Soon after, they met a group of patrol soldiers of the Ming army on the road, and a group of refugees immediately happily stepped forward to salute and ask, but unexpectedly, the other party had a completely surprised expression, and pointed in the direction:

"Go over there, go there, go to Nanchengguan by the sea, and find the soldiers of Qionghai Town, they are the ones who shelter the fugitives. I saw the short hair with the green jacket under the red flag. ”

These refugees fled all the way here, most of them were in a state of affairs, and they were originally supported by one breath, but when they saw the army of the Ming Dynasty, their hearts were discharged, and many people sat on the ground and couldn't get up. In this regard, those Ming soldiers seemed to be commonplace, and an old soldier opened his throat and shouted:

"Let's work harder, everyone, it's good to get to the shorthair, they will eat, rice porridge and white flour buns!"

Rice porridge! And white-flour buns! These two words really got the refugees up again, and even the weakest people insisted on getting up and moving on. The Ming army was also quite kind enough to send someone to help them lead the way. Talking along the way, before I knew it, I was in front of a seaside camp.

The first time they saw the camp, all the refugees were shocked - the camp was huge, and the undulating slopes were divided into many large squares like a chessboard, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, countless people were busy there, giving people the feeling that it was not a "refugee camp" for the temporary fugitives in the previous Ming army's introduction, but like a large construction place such as a city and a palace.

Some timid people can't help but wonder if they have been fooled, is it a trick to do coolies here? But since everyone is here, it's useless to think about anything else. It is better to be a coolie than to suffer from the Tartars and die at any time.

After another walk, the aroma of food wafting through the air turned all the thoughts into one thought - there was something delicious! The man who led the way, the Ming army, who was familiar with the way, took them to the gate of a compound, said hello to a few green soldiers guarding the door, took a few big steamed buns in his arms and left happily, and pointed to the green soldiers and smiled at the fugitives when he left:

"Okay, everything will listen to them in the future, and you will be able to live a good life."

The soldier who was a little familiar just now left, and the refugees looked at the soldiers of Qionghai Town in front of them with a little nervousness, wearing green military uniforms and only covering their heads with a short layer of straight hair. They are different from the Ming officers and soldiers that these refugees were familiar with in the past, not only in terms of clothing and clothing, but also in spirit and spirit from the inside out.

Compared with the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who were always hunched over, as if they had been overwhelmed by many disasters, these green-skinned short-haired soldiers were generally younger and more vigorous, and in their eyes they were filled with a kind of pride, which was the pride that only soldiers who had defeated countless enemies on the battlefield and often achieved victory, but it was completely different from the brutality of the Tartar soldiers. It's full of gentleness and kindness, just like the smiles on their faces.

The short-haired soldiers walked over, with a smile on their faces, and there was no nonsense, and as soon as they opened their mouths, they were the most practical:

"Everyone's hungry, let's go rest and eat something, and then we'll talk about something else."

Immediately, they led the people into the compound. It seems to be an open-air cafeteria, with countless long tables and stools neatly arranged in a large open space, enough to accommodate thousands of people. But this is not the meal, the cafeteria is empty. However, the kitchen in the back has never stopped the fire, and there are countless people in it who are steaming endlessly.

Under the arrangement of the soldiers, the more than 100 people took their families as units and found a place to sit down. Then I saw a large group of people dressed as civilians pushing out several flatbed trucks from the back shed, some of which were loaded with large buckets, and the smell of rice porridge wafting from the barrels, and on other cars were several large baskets, which were full of large steamed buns with many white flowers.

Sure enough, it was rice porridge and white flour buns! The refugees were all agitated at once, and many instinctively stood up and wanted to fight, but were stopped by the soldiers who were already very experienced with it:

"Sit down, sit down! Those who are standing don't have to eat! ”

The tone was not stern, but the attitude was very resolute, and the refugees could only sit honestly, waiting for the cart to be pushed in front of them, and each of them was given a set of utensils: a wooden bowl, a wooden spoon, and a pair of wooden chopsticks. Then the food truck came and served everyone a bowl full of thick white rice porridge and two white flour steamed buns. In addition, a number of small plates were placed on the table, and there was nothing else in them, just plates of fine salt from white flowers, which was the only thing to eat.

But the refugees were already satisfied, and they were willing to risk their lives to escape rather than stay with the Tartars, and of course they were the poorest and most difficult families. Don't say that you are hungry all the way, that is, when you were at home in the past, there were not many opportunities to see rice and white noodles, so naturally you don't care about anything at this time, let go and eat. For a while, only the sound of snoring porridge and chewing was heard in the venue.

At this time, it was evident that the habits of each family were different—some people were chewing slowly, eating and drinking in small bites, and savoring the joy of food. And some people eat all of them in three bites, and then they watch others eat and drink. If it is in a deserted and uninhabited place, it may be robbed, but in this completely unfamiliar place, and under the attention of those short-haired soldiers, they don't have the courage, so they can only sit and lick the porridge bowl cleanly by the way......

After the group of people had eaten and drank, the short-haired soldier who brought them in slapped his face, attracting everyone's attention, and then said with a smile:

"Everyone is welcome to join our Qiong Navy, but as the saying goes, there are no rules. When you come to us, you have to follow our rules. (To be continued......)