In early spring, the weather is slightly cold, perhaps because the tail of the cold wave in the middle of winter has not yet passed, and the cool breeze blowing on people is still like a knife cutting meat, which makes people shiver.

However, this is not the time to sleep in the quilt with peace of mind, and busy farmers have already begun to work in the fields to prepare for the upcoming early rice transplanting.

The vast expanse of brown is set against the blue sky, as if the sky and the earth are a monotonous oil painting of blue and brown. It's just that in this monotonous color, there are occasional green embellishments of two or three points, which adds a bit of interest to this boring color.

From a distance, the peasants at work look like dense ants, toiling in the soil. These peasants have relied on this land for generations, born from the land, buried in the soil, year after year, generation after generation, just like this world, never change.

Perhaps when the literati saw this scene, they would shake their heads and write poems, or improvise splashing ink, painting and painting a picture of an early spring farmer. And those ministers who care about the people will worry about agricultural affairs and lament the difficulties of the peasants' lives.

It's a pity that the five people in the carriage now are not the above two kinds of people, they see this scene, but they think more of war.

"Although the rebels in the north caught us off guard, there is also a benefit at this time. Gletchev, who was sitting in the carriage, lifted the curtains and looked out.

"If it were June, when the early rice was ripe, the rebels wouldn't have to worry about rations. ”

"It's unlikely. Emperor Grievous shook his head, "With the support of those nobles, these traitors will not be short of food." ”

"Not really, Your Majesty. Duke Mortier, who was sitting on the other side, said: "In order to cause a wave of refugees in Shenghui City, the three princes and their party deliberately burned a large amount of stock. Coupled with your previous suppression of these nobles, they may not have much food in their hands. ”

"Frey, you've worked so hard for nearly ten years to play the role of Duke Mortier for that plan. ", Grievous the Great sighed as he stroked his knees.

"Actually, it's not a tiring errand, I play a duke, and I eat and drink spicy food on weekdays. It was a bitter task for Lisbon, Sriel and Gletchev, one to play the role of a priest and abide by the rules and regulations, the other to act as a steward and keep a low voice to people on weekdays, and the other to see no light at all. ", joked the Duke of Mortier.

"It's not that you were the youngest, and you were given the easiest task to take care of you. Lisbon on the side rolled his eyes and said.

"Hey, what's the point of being a fake duke, if you want to be a real duke. You have done great things to me, and when I have repelled the rebels in the north, I will immediately canonize you as dukes. ", Grievous the Great promised.

The five of them were chatting, and Sriel, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "Look at the time, the agreed place is almost there." ”

"Really?", Lisbon probe looked out, "yes, there is the agreed hamlet ahead." He retracted his head and explained to the other four, "I have drawn up a detailed plan, and after the village has joined the guards, we will go straight to the garrison of the city guard in the name of a caravan. According to the latest information, the city guards were on the road day and night, and it was only five or six days away from Shenghui City. I expect to be able to join the city guards the day after tomorrow. ”

When the carriage arrived at the village, the five people, plus the captain of the guard who drove the carriage, walked towards the village.

"That's not quite right. When approaching the entrance of the village, the chief of the guard stopped and protected the emperor, "Your Majesty, something is wrong. Why are there no guards at the entrance of the village? No one comes out to greet you when they see you? This village is so quiet that it is abnormally quiet. ”

At this time, the village was quiet, and there was no movement in the dozen or so grass houses. Such a quiet atmosphere, coupled with the reminder of the chief of guards, makes people have a creepy atmosphere.

"Where's the man in the hut!", shouted the guard.

However, his shouts only drifted farther and farther away with the wind, and the village was still quiet, quiet, dead silent, and the scene at this time was indescribably strange.

The group had their hands on their weapons at their waists, ready to fight.

"Is it a rebel from the north?", Lisbon asked softly.

"Unlikely, how did the rebels from the north infiltrate the back of the city? How could they set up an ambush in advance? Where did so many guards go? There are too many questions. ", the negation is the think tank Gletchev, "do not jump to conclusions." ”

"But what I know now is: strike first!", he said as he took a deep breath, suddenly pulled out the long knife at his waist, and swung it towards a grass hut dozens of meters in front of him.

He didn't swing wildly, and a huge wind blade flew out of thin air, cutting the grass house in half as easily as a sickle cutting wheat.

A large amount of thatch flew into the sky with the strong wind, and at the same time, a large amount of blood and flesh were swept up into the sky! As the wind blade disappeared, the blood and flesh in the sky fell like raindrops, rendering the land around the grass house bright red.

The mangled upper bodies of a dozen human bodies fell to the ground like rags, and the stiff faces of the dead were twisted and crooked, as if they had been frightened by something before they died, or something had happened that made them feel incredible.

As the grass hut was cut down, the bloody smell was so thick that it made people sick and sick, and the strong smell seemed to cover all the mouths and noses.

"It's the guards!, it's my guards!", the captain of the guard exclaimed as he saw the dozen or so upper bodies. He took two steps forward, wanting to find out, but was directly dragged by Gretchev behind him.

"Do not act rashly, lest you fall victim to the tricks of the enemy. He cautiously looked around, "These guards are all first-class good hands, but they all died so inexplicably, the enemy is scheming, we must be careful." ”

"Why, weren't they killed by the enemy?", asked Lisbon, who was in a defensive posture.

"You see, the wounds on the throats and chests of these people are almost all fatal injuries that kill them in one blow. Even if you meet a strong opponent that is difficult to match, how can you not have other wounds on your body?", Gletchev replied.

"They were all plotted to die, and they died before we came. ”

That is to say. Gletchev looked around the village at a dozen grass huts, "which contain the corpses of these guards. ”

"All the guards have been wiped out!"