Zhang Hao looked back, only to see an orange in the east, and for a moment, the morning glow reflected the clouds in the sky brilliantly, and the sun gradually revealed.

The sun is rising, shining on the earth, and a new day begins.

Zhang Yihu said: "Master, there is a village in front, shall we go over?" ”

Stockade?

Zhang Hao's field of vision relied on the line of sight of the auxiliary mecha, which was far inferior to that of the robot, he thought it was a village and town, but it was a village.

The so-called stockade is to gather people to live collectively, generally the people who are connected by the clan, led by the squire, the landlord and the clan chief, and build the village with earthen walls or stones, which has quite good protection and can resist small bandits and nomadic cavalry.

This kind of stockade has its own armed forces, and it can protect the stockade at a critical moment.

"Yes, stockade."

Zhang Hao rode forward and said, "Let's go over and have a look." ”

Two large horses, two men in full armor and carrying weapons, how conspicuous it was, and before they had even approached the stockade, they heard the rapid sound of gongs.

The wall of the village is as high as five meters, the most bullish thing is that there is a river on one side of the village, the whole village is surrounded by water, there is a ditch to protect the village, almost six meters wide, and there are pieces of sharpened wooden trunks on the bank, which are inserted in the soil, and the wooden tips have been burned with fire. A village even has a wooden suspension bridge, the villagers have to put down the suspension bridge when they enter and exit, and the suspension bridge is collected at night, and this village is not small, not inferior to the general small city.

Two people and three horses, just like that, the longitudinal horses walked around the stockade for half a circle, because there was still a part of it on the bank of the river.

When you come to the gate of the stockade, you can see that the drawbridge is erected, that is, the only passage is isolated, and you can't enter the stockade unless you put down the drawbridge.

Zhang Yihu stepped forward and shouted: "Fellow, when will the village open?" ”

As the gong sounded, more and more people appeared on the wall.

Zhang Hao looked at the three big characters on the gate of the village.

Luojiazhai!

Someone shouted a sentence on the wall, neither Zhang Hao nor Zhang Yihu understood, Zhang Hao ordered, look for the local language proofreading in the intelligent program, and soon get the result.

That sentence is simple.

"Where did the heroes come from?"

Where did it come from?

Aliens, of course! But I can't say that.

Zhang Yihu said loudly: "We're coming from there." He pointed behind him, a bit of a place from where he had come from.

"Outsiders are not welcome here, let's go!"

it, and pick it up directly.

Either attack directly, or leave, or be stationed on the spot, Zhang Hao knows that their image is too scary, for the peasants, even if they are not bandits, they are robbers or something, no one dares to deal with them.

Turning the horse's head, they are fighting the grass valley of the nomads, not really the villagers who have come to fight these villages.

When it was hard or soft, Zhang Hao could only stop, he said: "Let's go to the river bank over there, I want to have breakfast." ”

The two men and three horses went into the distance, and the people on the entire wall watched the two leave, they had never seen such a majestic horse, nor had they seen such a majestic person, tall and strong, wearing armor and weapons, and at first glance it was murderous, who dared to put it in the stockade, even if there were only two people on the other side.

Seeing the two leaving, the people on the wall finally relaxed and whispered one by one.

This is a super chaotic era, ordinary people rely on the group to keep warm, rely on the clan forces to survive, the local armed forces are all clan gentry, landlord organizations, itself with private armed color, due to the large-scale invasion of nomads, ordinary peasants must rely on these armed forces for protection.

Families cannot survive, and either they have defected to sectarian forces, or they have been beaten by nomads and robbers.

Not only will they steal everything, but they will also be caught as slaves on the grassland, so every spring and autumn is a nightmare for the locals.

It was the right choice not to let Zhang Hao and them enter the village, so Zhang Hao was not angry, since he came out to relax, he was happy, sometimes he would wonder if he was floating, and he actually followed Kun Tong to this place to play battle games.

Walking upstream along the river bank, the surrounding trees are not luxuriant, in the late autumn season, most of the leaves fall, and the remaining red and yellow leaves are scattered in the autumn wind, Zhang Hao found a relatively flat place and jumped off the horse.

There are many reeds growing on the banks of the river, all of which have withered and yellowed, and there is a rustling sound in the wind, and the river water is clear, and you can see the swimming fish in the water at a glance, flocks of fish swimming back and forth, and there are many water birds, especially wild ducks, frolicking in the river in flocks.

It's a sunny day, and the so-called autumn is crisp, which is the current climate.

Zhang Hao squatted by the water and washed up.

Zhang Yihu led the cloned horse to the river to drink, removed the saddle and vest, and then began to brush the horse.

Zhang Hao took a bow and arrows and walked slowly into the woods, and he didn't bring much to eat, so he had to supplement it by hunting, which was also one of the fun of playing.

The woods on the banks of the river are not dense, overgrown with low shrubs, and the better trees have been cut down, leaving behind clusters of branches that have fallen in late autumn, except that in late autumn, these branches have fallen their leaves.

With Zhang Hao's eyes, it is much stronger than ordinary people, even if he is not familiar with hunting, but he sees more details, and compared with intelligent programs, he sees more than the old hunter.

Roe deer!

It is about 70 meters away from Zhang Hao, and the roe deer is not big, and at this distance, it is a black spot.

Zhang Hao put down his bow and arrow, this kind of small prey, it is not worth using a bow and arrow, when Zhang Hao slowly approached a distance of ten meters, he suddenly exerted his strength and rushed over frantically.

The roe deer has a characteristic, the moment it is alarmed, it does not jump away and run away, but looks at it stupidly.

The so-called stupid roe deer refers to this habit.

When the roe deer wanted to escape, a big hand directly pinched its neck, and the neck was crushed in an instant.

Zhang Hao took a look, this roe deer weighs one or twenty pounds, not fat, and it is estimated that there is not much meat, soon, he walked quickly to the river with the roe deer, only to see that a fire has risen, it is Zhang Yihu picking up firewood to burn the fire, and there are two wild ducks in his hand have been disemboweled, plucked, cleaned.

Throwing the roe deer to Zhang Yihu to clean up, Zhang Hao sat down.

"This place is a good place to sketch!"

In the late autumn season, the forest is dyed, and the meaning of gloom is already obvious.

The cold air makes people feel refreshed, Zhang Hao stretched his waist, he didn't sleep all night, he was not tired, his spirit was strong, and he felt very comfortable.

The fire in the fire gradually subsided, Zhang Yihu set up a shelf with wooden sticks, skewered wild ducks and roe deer, and began to barbecue.

Soon, the aroma of meat overflowed, and it turned out that Zhang Yihu had brought various seasoning bottles.

With Zhang Yihu's soul and intelligence, he is much stronger than ordinary people, the longer he follows Zhang Hao, the more things he learns, the smarter he becomes, and gradually has a human character, that is, he is more and more like a human.