"These bunch of crumbs."

The angry voice of the father and son alarmed the people in the cave, except for Jin Liangyu's mother and son, everyone else ran out to look to the east, and saw smoke rising in the air in the east, covering half of the sky.

"Boss?"

"Nine times out of ten, those Tartars are burning the village."

"Oh my God." Liang approached the war for the first time, and was a little helpless for a while.

"Dad, I'll go to the top of the mountain and have a look." Tuesday Lang said as he looked in the direction of the smoke.

"Erlang, be careful, don't let those Tartars see you."

"Dad, don't worry, I know."

After Zhou Lang cautiously agreed, he ran to the side of the mountain as fast as he could, bent his waist, and tried his best to reduce the amplitude of his body without touching the trees on the mountain.

When he climbed to the mountainside in one go, he found a hidden position and looked at the direction of the rising smoke was Shangyang Village.

He remembered that in his previous life, Shangyang Village was not burned, how could there be a fire in this life?

He was afraid that he had seen it wrong, so he added twelve points of caution and quietly climbed up a little more.

In front of him was an open field of about ten feet, all of which were green weeds, and there were no trees that could shelter him, so he had to stop.

Fortunately, there was a boulder next to him, so he lowered his body and climbed over it.

Only after he hid behind the boulder did he dare to continue looking in the direction of Shangyang Village.

This time he could clearly see several Tatar soldiers on horseback, holding torches in their hands, grinning and lighting fires in the courtyards.

Most of the houses in the village were thatched huts, and soon most of the houses were set on fire by Tatar soldiers, the only thing to be thankful for was that he did not see the people of the village.

Just for him to see his familiar home, ruined by these damn Tatars, he wanted to rush over and fight them.

Fortunately, there is still reason at the critical moment.

He is not alone here, there is his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and his lost wife and children.

Tuesday Lang clenched his fists and stared at the Tatars, he wanted to remember the hatred of this moment.

He believed that their army and people would work together to drive the Tatars out of the land of Daqi.

Suddenly, he noticed a subtle anomaly in the village, that is, in the courtyard near the end of the village, there seemed to be someone.

He didn't dare to make a big move, so he skillfully poked out half his head and looked forward.

Unfortunately, it is still not clear to see.

Just when he was anxious, he heard a rustling sound behind him, looked back, and hurriedly asked, "Dad, why did you come up too." ”

"I'm still not at ease."

"Shangyang Village was burned by those damn tartars, and there seems to be someone in the courtyard of the house at the end of the village, but I can't see who it is."

"I'll see." Jin Sheng and his son-in-law switched places, picked up an object hanging around his neck, and looked at the place where his son-in-law had just pointed.

When Jin Sheng saw the two big and one small three people clearly, he exclaimed in a lost voice: "It's your uncle and your uncle, and they still have Xiao Lei." ”

"Why could it be my uncle?"

"When we came over yesterday, I told you uncle that we were here in Xishan. I reckon they didn't have time to escape back into the countryside when they met the Tartars. ”

After Jin Sheng finished speaking, he said to his son-in-law: "I have to save your uncle and them." ”

"Dad, let's go, I'm more familiar with this area than you." When Tuesday Lang finished speaking, he sat down on the hillside and purred down.

"Is that okay?"

Jin Sheng looks good and learns from his son-in-law, but he, a novice, is not good at learning and almost gnaws on the ground with his head down.

Fortunately, the son-in-law didn't look back, otherwise he would have lost his hair.

Liang took his eldest son and his two sons, and they waited below, and when they saw Weng and his son-in-law climbing down the mountain, they knew that the situation was not good.

"Boss."

"The Tartars are burning the village, and the eldest brother and the younger brother are still hiding in the family at the end of the village with Xiao Lei."

"What should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, those Tartars are not many, I'll go over and save the eldest brother."

"I'll go with my father."

"I'll go too." Jin Shan also picked up the shovel in his hand.

"Wait." Liang shouted to them and ran into the cave, and when she came out of the cave, she had a few shiny knives in her hands.

Father Jin took the new long knife from his daughter, and smiled at Liang knowingly. Meaning: or the daughter-in-law understands him.

Looking at Jin Shan and Erlang again, the eyes of these two goods are like hooks, staring at the watermelon knife in the hands of their old lady (mother-in-law) "欻欻" emitting blue light.

Heck, this is a short time, if this time is longer, it will be a spark.

Liang didn't talk nonsense, one person stuffed a watermelon knife in his hand, and then gave an order to let them go and come back quickly.

I had to come back unscathed.

"Eh, we'll be back soon." After Jin Sheng finished speaking, he rushed out with his son (son-in-law) in a majestic and high-spirited manner.

Liang was not at ease, so she asked Yang to cook, and she herself wanted to climb up the mountainside to see what was going on down the mountain.

It's just that before Liang could climb up, he heard the horn of assembly in the distance.

"His grandmother's, he wants to run away when these bad things are done." Jin Sheng carried a long knife and hurried down the mountain with a scolding attitude.

Just by the time they ran down the mountain, the Tatars had long since disappeared.

Uncle Liang and Uncle Liang took Xiao Lei and hurriedly pushed the wheelbarrow in the direction of Xishan, they were afraid that those Tatar soldiers would come back and forth, and they would hang.

In this way, the two groups of relatives converged in front of a miscellaneous forest.

"Big brother, little brother."

"Uncle, uncle."

"Uncle, uncle."

"Brother-in-law."

"Brother-in-law."

"Uncle."

"Hey."

In a gust of greetings from the wind at their feet, everyone quickly climbed up the mountain road.

After turning the foot of the mountain, several people disappeared in a yellow and green mountain field.

"Not to mention, this place is good, if no one takes it, we won't be able to find this way."

"Yes, this road was brought by Erlang, otherwise I wouldn't have found it."

"Erlang, that's good."

When Uncle Liang's words fell, everyone heard a rapid and messy sound of horses' hooves coming from afar.

Without waiting for his brother's command, Uncle Liang retreated like an ape, and when he hid his body and looked in the direction of Shangyang Village, he saw a group of about forty or fifty Tatar soldiers riding back again.

"Damn, it's good that we ran fast, otherwise we would have been intercepted by these grandsons."

"It's hanging."

Uncle Liang and Uncle Liang's love for this nephew and son-in-law added another layer to their hearts.

Of course, I will be grateful to my brother-in-law (brother-in-law).

Several people also know that even if they are bloody, this is not the time to be impulsive, so they can only endure the unwillingness in their hearts to go back.

Liang poked his head out from behind the bunker and kept an eye on the foot of the mountain.