The day was gradually dawning, and the earth was hazy, as if shrouded in a light veil.

The Xishan Mountains gradually rise, and the blue-gray mountain rocks are hidden in the morning mist.

The people with a fine dew on their beards went in and out of the camp and assembled.

They wanted to set off, wrapping up the shade households they met along the way, and attaching themselves together to seek "justice" for themselves.

Most of them had no horses and had to set off on foot.

Some people hid two pieces of dry wheat bran bread as rations.

Some people didn't bring anything.

They thought that they would go to the houses of the coerced shaders and loot some food, or if they were lucky, the lady of the main family would be willing to compromise and ask for some food.

If you are lucky, you can directly capture the main house, which is said to have countless delicacies and delicacies.

With this delusion in mind, they tightened their belts with more and more vigor and wrapped their thin tattered clothes.

The weather in the early early hours of spring was bone-chilling.

Many people wore stars and moons to persuade their friends overnight and rushed to Xishan camp with equally restless people.

During this period, there were also disputes with some people with different ideas and unwilling to blindly follow.

There is no need to go into detail about all kinds of troubles and blood-stained conflicts.

At this time, the dilapidated Xishan camp had gathered four or five hundred people.

The time has come, and those who don't come will not come again.

They also had to drive the shady households out of their shabby huts all the way to the main house like cattle and horses, and they could not waste any more time.

The condensed dew on the armor and beard dripped down, and the mouths and noses of the people exhaled white air.

They looked expectantly at the fat man standing on the high platform of the school field, the leader had always been a capable man.

This time, too, they were hoping for a better result than usual.

The leader surnamed Deng stood on the high platform, and many eager eyes were focused on him.

His needle-like beard curled slightly, and he enjoyed the gaze.

But that's not enough!

He looked to the east, and half an hour earlier, his proud son had set out from the path behind the camp with dozens of cronies.

If this matter is successful, Sima surnamed Chen promised that they could get rid of their lowly status and change their faces to be small officials in Lingzhi.

Don't look at it as just a small official, it is a high platform that these lowly tribes who are attached to the big clan can't climb in their lives.

He had drowned eight girls before he could give birth to this son, and although he had always been strict, in his heart, this brave and strong son was the best.

As long as you can get rid of such an identity......

Why not offer more sacrifices?

His gaze swept over the people in the audience, and he said in a deep voice in the expectant gaze of everyone: "Everyone, we have been abandoned here by the Thistle for many years, and today, we are going to seek justice!" ”

Everyone in the audience raised all kinds of weapons in their hands and shouted loudly.

For a time, the hoarse cheers of hundreds of people pierced the early morning fog and echoed over the camp.

At this time, if you ask them what justice is and what kind of justice they want, most of them probably don't know.

Whether it was confronting Zhou Xing and the others before, or raising their weapons at this time, they would not benefit much.

If you talk about benefits, it is just the son of the leader surnamed Deng, who has to go to the guest house where Gongsun Xuan lives twice.

Like a wild dog, he washed it several times before he could enter the master's bedroom.

Did any of these people get a grain of wheat from anyone?

No!

If they do such a thing, can they get an extra grain of wheat?

Not necessarily!

But they still cried out for justice with passion.

He will threaten the shaders he meets on the road with his sword, and go out of his house and go on the same path as them.

The crowd's agitated shouts drowned out the sounds outside the camp.

They are a rabble, even if they have suffered from war, but they have been sheltered in this lonely bamboo manor for nearly ten years.

Even if they were lowly and poor, what they used to contact was only some trivial things that competed for supplies, and ganged up to bully and oppress the shady households behind the back of the stewards.

He has long lost his sensitivity and awe of danger.

When doing such a big thing, the door is so wide open.

Several pieces of logs the thickness of gassho and the length of an arm were thrown into the doorway of the camp gate and stuck.

Originally placed in the camp, the decaying antlers were cleaned up.

On the crooked watchtower, the sentry dozed off and was dragged down from behind with his mouth covered.

"Justice! I must ask for justice from my grandson! ”

A thin man was slapped on the shoulder with a hard object, and he stopped shouting and turned his head impatiently.

On his shoulder was a Han Army-style ring-headed knife with a scabbard.

Although there were several scratches on the shiny scabbard, it was wiped cleanly, and there was no trace of blood at close range, which was obviously cherished by the owner.

The thin man swallowed hard, turned around slightly, and looked from the bottom up.

A black-robed knight sat on his horse, looking at him condescendingly, his saber resting on his shoulder.

"What justice do you want to seek from Gongsun Niang?"

The dark-skinned black-robed knight had a hint of abuse on his face.

Although his skin was dark, he was very shiny, his cheeks were full and fleshy, and his eyes were bright, and he was not thin and dull as hunger and hunger.

Dressed in a black robe of unknown material, the open neckline faintly shows the shiny armor pieces of the armor.

Under the crotch is a white horse, fat and strong, snorting restlessly, eager to fight.

The thin man didn't dare to move, swallowed hard, and he rolled his eyes to look to the side.

One by one, knights on white horses strolled out from behind the dilapidated and moldy longhouses and assembled.

The thin man gasped, he hadn't seen the White Horse Servant galloping outside the plug under the command of the White Horse General.

But he had heard that the mistress of the manor had returned with an elite cavalry.

They all rode white horses and wore the same black robes.

The thin man unconsciously, even his breathing slowed down.

"Didn't you shout so loudly?"

Immediately, the knight looked at this thin and slender man with disdain, it was these foolish dogs who had such a bad idea.

Seek justice from the grandson? Do they deserve it?

What justice does Gongsun Niangzi owe them again?

"Ah Zhou." A bearded man with a missing right ear shouted in the distance, "Captain Zhao has told me many times, don't take it lightly under any circumstances, don't you have a long memory?" ”

The knight who was called Ah Zhou snorted dissatisfiedly, turned his horse's head, rode his horse, and trotted back to the queue.

The scabbard on his shoulder was removed, and the thin man fell to the ground with his legs limp.

Only then did he realize that the high-spirited shouting just now had stopped at some point.

The crowd with their backs to the longhouse, shouting with their weapons held high, turned around and watched in amazement, as the knights, who had gathered at the distance of an arrow, drew their swords from their waists.

The long knife was unsheathed, and the sharp weapon rubbed against the scabbard, and the bright silver blade bloomed with a cold light under the gradually brightening skylight.

The leader surnamed Deng, who was standing on the high platform, noticed the team that suddenly appeared from behind the longhouse earlier than anyone else.

His mouth was wide open, unable to make a sound.

I watched a tall general on a white horse and carrying a bright silver spear walk in front of the assembled team.

"Guys, what do you want justice?"