Chapter 158: Refugees

Early the next morning, it wasn't very bright.

Xue'er and their group rode away on their horses, and in an unknown corner, a male corpse fell there, his eyes bulging like a toad, it was none other than the man in Tsing Yi who 'revealed' obscene intentions to Xue'er last night, but even if he died, he didn't know why he was killed, but even the seal he was carrying was taken away.

Among the four kingdoms in the world, the Hua Dynasty lived on the south bank of the Yangtze River, and the land it occupied was the most 'fertile', and people could live and start their businesses in peace in the past. But since the royal demon clan produced an absurd emperor who had no way and repaired the palace, the country began to slowly decline, especially in those years, when there was either drought or serious waterlogging, and countless places were affected. The emperor of the demon family went his own way, not only did not open a warehouse to release grain, but even continued to increase people's tax burden.

The last emperor of the demon family, even under the advice of the eunuch Liangti, absurdly bought and sold national land, and whoever had the money became the king of the place, causing many Central Plains families, especially wealthy families, to get the most land and occupy the most 'fertile' places.

The contradictions in society have intensified again, and human life has reached the point where it is as light as a mustard. This is why the Huangpu clan later seized the country.

On the other side of the Hua Dynasty is the Southern Dynasty, the Southern Dynasty Emperor Li Xian believed in Buddhism, but he was a Renjun, but the "sex" has the characteristics of the southerners, weak and succumbed to the joy of living in a place, due to the geographical location, and the south bank to maintain good foreign relations and commerce.

For the Hua Dynasty, the biggest enemy, and the most worrying Huangpu Feilong, is the Southern Liao bordering the Hua Dynasty, rough and warlike, every year will send troops to 'riot' the border of the Hua Dynasty, so that the Huangpu Feilong is restless day and night, many times to cut the land to sue for peace, and even marry the princess Wanhua to the Southern Liao prince Zam Khan to beg for peace. The domestic forces are intertwined, and the only thing he can rely on is the royal guard, and as for the local armies, most of them are in the hands of various wealthy families.

He had used a plan to plot the world, but for the family tycoons who had grown up under the previous demon emperor, he didn't dare to touch the foundation of others.

Moreover, these wealthy families have made a lot of money to win the title of king, and over the years, they have built their own army, and some laws have their own provisions. In recent years, although he has assassinated many leaders of the family with the means of the national teacher, he has even secretly uprooted some family members who are not deeply rooted. However, some wealthy families who really control a lot of land resources, minerals, salt and other national lifelines still dare not touch a single bit, for fear that if one is not good, they will be counterattacked.

Therefore, for so many years, although the Whampoa Flying Dragon knew that the Killing Pavilion on the rivers and lakes was built by the remnants of the Luoyun Kingdom, he could not let go of his hands and feet to deal with it. It was precisely because of the protection of some people that he did not dare to move. However, there is a lot of information about the Killing Pavilion at all, and it can be said that fifty percent of the resources of the Secret Division are directed at the Killing Pavilion, and the rest is to deal with the intelligence analysis of Southern Liao.

In the past two years, there has been a blizzard in the winter of Southern Liao, countless cattle and sheep have frozen to death, and in the summer there has been a pest plague, many people have died, and the national strength has been greatly reduced, that is, the army's food is 'getting' insufficient, and the people of various tribes are extremely dissatisfied.

Huangpu Feilong looked at this opportunity, relying on the strength and intelligence advantage in his hands, with only a small pawn, he led the four princes of the remnants of the demon clan in his eyes to Wulipo, and even surrounded all the 'fine' heroes of the blood guard of the Lore Killing Pavilion, plus the 'jing' ying part of the Lore Killing Pavilion. Even, even Shangguan Youyun, who was most valued by the Shangguan family, fell into an encirclement.

This battle, Whampoa Feilong thought that it could be solved within ten days, but he didn't expect this battle to start, but it took more than a month to fight before the royal guards and the soldiers of the clan who came slowly attacked the mountainside. The angry Whampoa Feilong sent out urgent training every day to urge the remaining soldiers of the family who had not yet arrived.

What was once a war that could have been won in the blink of an eye has become what it is now. Let the Whampoa Feilong scratch the scalp, but I didn't expect that after more than ten years of hard work, in addition to the royal guards who followed them, these clans were simply the goods and 'colors' of yang and yin. They didn't do their best at all, they were just perfunctory. Even, occasionally, the royal guards caught a few 'treachers' who rebelled and brought food to the mountains.

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Yuchen rode his horse and followed Xue'er, telling Xue'er about the current situation in the world one by one. For almost a year, he and Mo Zhanpeng have been 'private' correspondence, since the danger of Wulipo, Yuchen only received a secret letter from Mo Zhanpeng at the beginning, telling them that they are safe and sound, let him take care of Xue'er, if the country is too 'chaotic', you can go to Northern Liao, and the Han King of Northern Liao has had a 'friendship' with Mo Zhanpeng.

Yuchen thought about these words, and told Xue'er euphemistically. Although he didn't know what was going on between Mo Zhanpeng and Xue'er, his own sect leader obviously still cared about Xue'er, even Xue'er, when he heard that he deliberately and unintentionally mentioned Demon Zhanpeng, his slightly distracted eyes could guess Xue'er's thoughts.

It's just that in the past half a year's life in the col, I was a little worried when I saw Xue'er's attention and care for Situ Feng. And that 'flower' is ruthless...... Cher's uncomfortable feeling about him is almost gone.

In his eyes, there seems to be some mysterious connection between Xue'er, Situ Feng, and 'Flower' ruthlessness, which is likely to be related to their identities, including Mo Zhanpeng, who are all immortals from the sky. Even Xiaocao'er is a little fairy walking in the world.

As for their own ....... Yuchen rode a horse, looking at Xue'er bitterly, Situ Feng, 'flower' is ruthless, he is not a person with them, he is just a mortal.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Cher turned her head to look at her, her eyes inquiring. Yuchen smiled: "It's okay, I'm just worried about the sect leader." "The little inferiority complex in my heart is well buried, so why provoke them to look down on it. Put away your mood and continue to gallop forward.

After five days, the closer he got to Wulipo, the fewer and fewer the people became.

On the road, the squeaks of the wheels of the road, the stern whispers of the old people, mixed with the cries of 'women' and children.

This group of refugees has arrived more and more embarrassed than in the past five days. It must be the poorest family in this area, and when they really had to do so, they fled with their family wealth.

I saw that most of the wheelbarrows, quilts, pots and bowls, and a lot of housework of little value were carried, and the "women" and "women" dragged the wheelbarrows in twos and threes, the older children followed, and the smaller ones could only be placed on the shelves together.

There are also some lonely old men, who are hard to drive the horses, with a saddled waist, dark skin, and numb eyes. It makes Xue'er's heart ache, in the era of war and chaos, especially in such an era when the lives of the people are regarded as ants, the poor have no way to live.

Yuchen's voice was hoarse: "The men in these people's families have all been dragged to be soldiers, and it is estimated that ......"

Cher knew it. Their group looked very special on this road, compared to the yellow and thin faces of these refugees, Situ Feng's morbidity was considered a paradise, Xue'er was taken care of by the ruthlessness of 'flowers' and the 'fine' heart of Yuchen in the mountain col, and her face 'complexion' was much better, fortunately she changed and became a thick and short man, otherwise I don't know how much trouble she would have caused.

"Mother, mother...... The dog is so hungry...... Hungry ......" The 'female' child who followed behind a cloth-clothed 'woman' began to cry.

This little 'girl' had just passed sideways with Cher. Xue'er couldn't help but look back, the 'woman' driving the wheelbarrow was thin and small, her face was pale, she turned around and comforted the little 'girl' softly, the drizzle was soft, full of mother's helplessness and sadness.

"Mother, I'm ......" the little 'girl' child cried and stood up, and continued to walk forward, but her little body was one foot deep and one foot shallow, and she was about to fall down.

Cher sighed and was about to step forward. At this moment, a familiar figure appeared next to the little 'girl' child, who had been walking at the back of the grass, watching him take it into his arms, Xue'er secretly screamed badly. I was about to speak, but it was too late.

In his clean and delicate hands, he held a bag of steamed buns, white and soft and strong, about five or six.

"Here you go." Xiao Cao'er's voice was soft, full of pity.

The little 'girl' didn't care about the surprise at all, and didn't even raise her head, but grabbed a steamed bun with her little hand and stuffed it into her mouth vigorously. Rolling his eyes in a choked manner.

"Steamed buns, steamed buns." The old woman next to her screamed loudly and rushed desperately to this side. The shrill cry was like a terrible ghost from hell seeing Tang Seng's 'meat'. Xiaocao trembled in fright, her hands trembled, and a white "flower" and "flower" steamed bun fell to the ground.

The old woman threw herself up, and at this moment, the mutation was abrupt, and the mother of the little 'girl' child rushed over, snatched the steamed bun, and stuffed it in her mouth.

"Ahh The old woman's eyes were red, and she reached out and grabbed it. The two scuffled together, the little 'girl' next to her was already frightened, Xiaocao'er pulled her outside, she seemed to have just reacted, broke free of Xiaocao'er's hand, and her small body pounced, tearing the old woman who was pressing on her mother's body with all her might.

With such a big movement, there were refugees around all around, and when they saw the white 'flower' and 'flower' steamed buns in Xiaocao'er's hand, their eyes were straight. The originally tired and stiff body instantly burst out with amazing strength, and an amazing cry came out of his dry throat, and he swooped towards the little grass.

Xiao Cao'er was obviously frightened by this scene, and he was completely stunned.

Cher pursed her lips and knotted her eyebrows. Just as she was about to step forward, it was dark in front of her, and the 'flower' ruthlessly was already in front of her. Xue'er poked her head out to look, and a gray shadow rushed over, it was Situ Feng.

Then, Xiaocao screamed. When Xue'er looked at it again, Situ Feng had already appeared in front of her with Xiaocao'er in his arms, with a serious face: "Let's go quickly." The voice was low, which made Xue'er stunned.

A few of them had just gotten on horseback. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a group of horses' hooves not far away, thinking that it was a cavalry team, and there were quite a few of them, at least a hundred or ten people. They glanced at each other, in this vicinity, they are all the territory of the Whampoa Flying Dragon, naturally the people on the other side of the Whampoa Flying Dragon, their appearance may cause unnecessary trouble.

After thinking for a moment, 'Hua' said in a ruthless voice: "We 'blended' into the refugees. ”

Xue'er frowned, she really felt uncomfortable in the miserable appearance of these people, but there was nothing to do now. At this time, the little grass that was caught under Situ Feng's armpit howled like a pig: "Don't, don't." Apparently the sight frightened him.

'Flower' glanced at him mercilessly, and the howl stopped abruptly. Cher sneered, and they turned back to the refugees with numb, puzzled, or red-eyed expressions. Can it really cover up the past? Xue'er beat the small drum in her heart, and the four of them were too eye-catching except for Xiaocao'er. It's not about looks, it's about age and sex.

"Smack." The sound of the whip slapping on the horse's butt is getting closer.

Xue'er couldn't help pinching the corners of her clothes, looking nervously like Situ Feng, he 'touched' and 'touched' his nose, shook his fingers, his expression was indescribably relaxed, and he made a big grimace. Xue'er laughed and laughed, and her originally nervous mood was also relieved.