On the Huangchen Road, a horse was galloping on the yellow sand, and the man on the horse had cold eyes, with a tiger's back and a simple knife on his back.

Wu Song had already rushed for half a day, passing through Qizhou through Hebei East, only dozens of miles away from Qingzhou. He is now rushing to Sword Villa, and he has not seen Xiao Xiaoxiao for many days, Liu Meier and others, saying that it is impossible to miss it. Thinking of this, Wu Song quickly whipped his horse, and the horse was in pain, as if he had been fed an aphrodisiac, and ran fast.

Soon, Wu Song came to the boundary of Qingzhou and glanced at the familiar village scenery on the road.

With a sudden "whew", Wu Song tightened the reins, looking at the villages on both sides of Huangchen Road, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his cold gaze was a little moved.

A few villages not far away were in ruins, wooden huts were pitch black, except for a few beams and pillars that were still standing, everything else had burned out in flames, and the narrow roads were lined with abandoned stones.

There was no sound in the village, it seemed that they had either been killed or escaped, and a few fierce birds could be seen perched on the broken eaves, their eyes glowing green.

If one village is like this, Wu Song has seen dozens of villages fall into this kind of fate along the way, like crops after a locust plague, miserable.

Wu Song sighed secretly and hurried away again. He gradually approached Jiuhua Mountain, and the road gradually became more vibrant, with dense grass on both sides.

"Pull—"

After this beast-like howl with excitement and anticipation, Wu Song suddenly felt his body lean, and his whole body flew down from his horse like a crossbow arrow off the string.

He hurriedly hugged his head and rolled on the ground a few times before he was not hurt. He jumped up, quickly pulled out the Longquan knife on his back, and stared at the few people who sprang out of the grass on the opposite side with cold eyes.

Lying in front of the horse was a hemp rope, and it was this rope that made Wu Song suffer. At this time, his steed was being held by a man, and he touched the strong body of the steed, and his eyes flashed with fire.

"Big brother, what a fat horse, let's have meat tonight, I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

"That's right, eating grass roots and bark every day, Lao Tzu is about to become a beast."

The men around him were babbling, muddy hands touching the horses, and their eyes were shining with emerald green.

The horse was caressed by so many strong men, and the horse's mouth was pouted, revealing two neat rows of horse teeth, and a few neighing sounds, and a horse's face was stretched longer, as if to express its dissatisfaction.

Wu Song put away the knife, his eyes returned to coldness, and the few people on the opposite side were in rags, covered in mud, and their hair was scattered, and they could see the bones between their ribs, either disaster victims or homeless people, it was not worth his fuss.

The leading man glared at him with fierce eyes, and the others hurriedly let go of their horses and looked at him wryly. He snorted, turned around and said, "If you want to eat, you have to deal with the fat sheep in front of you first." ”

As soon as he said this, the five or six men around him all turned their greedy gazes to Wu Song, and their hungry wolf-like eyes swept at him, as if they were going to tear him apart. Wu Song's cold gaze met them, and his eyes were full of disdain.

Seeing this, the leading man rolled his eyes, suddenly smiled, and took a few steps forward to bow to Wu Song, "This good man, we are helpless in this move, if you know each other, hand over all the money on you, and we will let you go, otherwise, hehe." ”

The people around him drew crude weapons, such as axes for chopping wood and hammers for striking iron.

Wu Song sneered, "I advise you to keep the horses and get out of here quickly." ”

"Hmph, shameless thing, chirp—" he said viciously, with a crisp whistle coming out of his mouth. In the dense grass, suddenly came out of the same people, cloaked, hungry and boneless, with only a pair of eyes glowing green like hungry wolves, about a hundred people, all holding weapons such as tree trunks.

Wu Song was only slightly startled, and then regained his calm.

"Come on, take down this man, but don't kill him, hehe" The leading man waved his hand, and several people around him hurriedly went up to surround Wu Song.

A man with a face full of flesh couldn't bear it at first, and raised the axe in his hand to slash at Wu Song. Wu Song didn't move, when the axe was only a few inches towards him, his big hand grabbed the handle of the axe, the man only felt a huge force, he couldn't move a bit, he hurriedly swung another fist and hit Wu Song in the face.

A killing intent flashed in Wu Song's eyes, he stretched forward the hand holding the handle of the axe, and the axe in the man's hand actually slashed towards his neck, the sharp axe blade penetrated directly into his artery, blood spurted, and his hand still held the handle of the axe, as if he was wielding the axe himself to kill himself.

When the other people saw this, they were shocked, but they were not afraid at all, but became ferocious, raising the sharp weapon in their hands and slashing at Wu Song. The people in the grass also slowly approached Wu Song, and the stench on their bodies was getting closer and closer.

Damn, this group of people is really strong.

Wu Song resisted the urge to vomit, swung out a long fist, and flew a few feet in front of him with one punch, the bones in the man's chest were shattered, and he broke off after coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, and the others moved, Wu Song took the opportunity to step forward and knocked several people in front of him to the ground, and these people were either dead or injured.

Everyone was shocked.

The leading man was also stunned, and when Wu Song was only a few steps away from him, he realized the danger, took a step back, but was already kicked to the ground by Wu Song, stepped on his chest, pulled out the Longquan knife and pointed it at his throat, and said viciously, "Tell them to stop." ”

The man at Wu Song's feet hurriedly shouted, "Stop, good man, I'll ...... I was wrong, I was blind. ”

Wu Song interrupted, "Let me ask you if you burned and looted the villages around here. ”

The man flatly denied it, "No...... No. ”

Wu Song brought the blade closer, "You still dare to lie?" ”

The man was so frightened that he shouted, "Good man, good man spare his life, it really wasn't us who did it, we fled from Xuzhou, there was a flood, our village was all flooded, and the government didn't give relief, and we had to levy us into the flower stone gang miscellaneous labor, we can't help it." ”

"You didn't do it, so who else?" Wu Song's knife approached a few points closer, and blood flowed down his chest.

"Listen to me, I know who did it, I said you have to spare me." The man pleaded bitterly.

"Less nonsense, talk faster."

"Hero, I heard that a few days ago from the side of Taiyuan Mansion on Hedong Road fled thousands of deserters, and the road victims, displaced people, hungry people converged, the number of tens of thousands, they passed through Fenzhou, Xingzhou, Qizhou when attacking caravans, robbing villages far away from the towns, even the adults of the Daimyo Mansion did not dare to provoke them, they came to Qingzhou earlier than us, this matter must have been done by them, I heard that they are now besieging a village, even the government was alarmed, and sent officers and soldiers to exterminate them."

Wu Song was taken aback and asked, "You tell me clearly, what kind of Zhuangzi is it?" ”

Wu Song was excited, the knife was a little closer, the Longquan knife was not mortal iron, the scar on the man's chest became bigger and bigger, and the man's seven aunts and eight aunts screamed in pain.

Wu Song shouted, "What is the name of the ghost, say it quickly." ”

The man was anxious, and finally remembered, "It's Hujiazhuang and Lijiazhuang, those people heard that there was money and grain in the Zhuangzi, so they went to attack these two Zhuangzi." ”

Wu Song asked eagerly, "How are these two Zhuangzi doing now?" ”

The man replied, "I heard that the two villages are about to be breached. ”

"Didn't you just say that the Qingzhou government sent soldiers and horses?"

"Alas, those officials and old men wish that we, the untouchables, would fight to the death with the people in the village, where would they come forward to help, a few days ago we also went to the official army camp to beg for food, those people ate and drank in the camp tent, where are the thieves. Hero, I know it's all said, can you spare my life? ”

"Of course."

Before the man could say thanks, a blood mark appeared on his neck, spraying blood, his eyes widened, he pointed at Wu Song, and muttered a few words in his mouth, as if to say, you trick me, you will die with a crooked head.

"Spare you? Let you go and kill more people? ”

Wu Song put away the bright Longquan knife, took the horse, and jumped on the horse. The hungry people looked at Wu Song with greedy and frightened eyes and licked their dry lips.

Among them, except for a small number of men, most of them are women, but they are no different from men, and there are some thin children who are not in shape.

Wu Song is not a cold-blooded person after all, he threw all the dozens of money on his body on the ground, whipped away.

"Take this money and go to the city to make a living."

Behind him was the sound of commotion, and Wu Song secretly cursed, the Northern Song Dynasty, known as the richest dynasty in Chinese history, was also reduced to the point of starvation everywhere and people competing to kill each other.

He smiled and smiled in his heart, Hu, Li Erzhuang had an accident, it was impossible for Sword Villa not to make a move, from the mouth of the leader of the displaced people who were killed, he knew that this group of homeless people, there were tens of thousands of deserters, and they were all people who were forced to lose their sanity by hunger, he didn't want any of them to be harmed, thinking of this, he hurried to the nearest Hujiazhuang.

Halfway through Wu Song's journey, a small camp appeared in front of him, in the camp of officers and soldiers dressed in Song armor came and went, and a checkpoint was set up in the middle of the road, blocking the way forward.

Wu Song didn't talk nonsense, took out the sign of Huazhou Dutong, was greeted by all the soldiers, and entered the tent of the camp. The adjutant who led the way, he learned that the commander was actually a proclamator.

Xuancheng envoy official residence five products, and Zhizhou is equivalent, Wu Song is the capital of Huazhou, can also be called the local defense envoy, but only six products.

Wu Song knocked on the side, only to know that after the death of Murong Yanda, the new Zhizhou had a great relationship with Liang Zhongshu of the Beijing Daimyo Mansion, he was frightened by Liang Shan's attack on Qingzhou City, and specially asked Liang Zhongshu to borrow a thousand forbidden troops to garrison Qingzhou, and the commander of this forbidden army was a Xuancheng envoy under Liang Zhongshu, also surnamed Liang, who was Liang Zhongshu's nephew.

After listening to the sergeant's story, Wu Song thought for a while, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. At this time, the adjutant who led the way also stopped and said respectfully, "Liang Xuancheng's camp has arrived, please come in." ”