On the vast plain, two clouds of smoke and dust are speeding forward. Although it is two horses, there are three people on it.

"If you go further, you should go to Minjiazhuang, and those fellows seem to have said that after Minjiazhuang, you should enter the control area of the captive army. ”

Shang Zhengyu ran ahead, and his voice drifted into the ears of Zi Qi and Wan Yanjing behind him, almost not being overshadowed by the howling wind.

I have been walking in this wilderness for three days, during which I have met several waves of homeless people who have escaped the captive army, and I have learned some about the current situation from them.

This is already the depths of the hinterland of Yunzhou, and a few miles further will reach Minjiazhuang. Half a month ago, Minjiazhuang was still a popular Zhuangzi, and even organized a lot of militia to fight against the Zhuangzi army, but only two days by a team of about 1,000 people to break through the Zhuangzi, all the men were slaughtered, the women and their belongings were looted, and now there is nothing left except a ruin.

Sure enough, when Shang Zhengyu arrived, he only saw flocks of vultures and crows hovering over Zhuangzi, dilapidated houses and burned roofs abounded, mottled blood stains on broken walls could be seen everywhere, and the stench of rotting corpses could be smelled from afar.

A few crows, startled by the sound of the horses' hooves as the three men arrived, flew into the sky sharply, and one of them croaked and flew off into the distance with a rotten piece of meat mixed with rags in his beak.

Minjiazhuang is finished, and its only value now is to remind all those passing by that this has entered the hunting area of the Crab Tribe.

That's right, hunting.

This kind of scene has been common for the three of them along the way, but the dilapidated of Minjiazhuang still made Shang Zhengyu's heart dull, he bypassed this dead Zhuangzi, and continued to the west with Ziqi and Wanyan Jing.

The three of them were a little silent, Wan Yanjing sat in front of the saddle, and Zi abandoned behind, although he deliberately kept a little distance at first, but the frequent contact between the two has not been broken after running all the way, and no one cares at this moment.

Wan Yan Jing twisted her body a little uncomfortably, and Zi Qi, who was close to her, felt it, he released the reins with his right hand, and put it on Wan Yan Jing's shoulder a little gently, and murmured: "This has nothing to do with you." ”

Perhaps, but after all, it was the captives who did it.

At this moment, Wan Yanjing's heart was a little complicated, and she didn't think much about it as a captive. How can there be immortals in war, and her own compatriots have also died a lot, but at this moment, she is standing from the perspective of the Central Plains, but there is some inexplicable pathos in her heart.

She had always worked for the wolf king as a killer in the past, and she had not directly participated in the war, and now this kind of scene made her feel a little panicked.

Maybe I already think of myself as half a Central Plains person? Wan Yanjing secretly had some thoughts in her heart.

"Two steps faster, we'll spend the night in the woods ahead. ”

Shang Zhengyu's voice came in the wind, Ziqi immediately knocked the horse's belly twice, and the war horse snorted under his feet, and reluctantly sped up again.

After a day of walking, both men and horses were tired.

====Looking at the dividing line where the moon rises====

It was a sunny day, and the endless starry sky was lying quietly above the heads of the three of them, and the scattered starlight was so lonely that everyone didn't have much interest in talking.

Maybe it's because the desolation along the way is too depressing, even Wan Yanjing, who usually hangs laughter and anger on her face, is a little low, her eyes staring blankly at the nearby bonfire, listening to the sound of branches crackling in the flames, thinking about her own thoughts blankly.

Shang Zhengyu was very interested in going to the surrounding area to sentry and left the opportunity to Ziqi. It's just that this stuffy gourd is still silent as always, although he does seem to have something to say in his heart, but he opened his mouth several times without making a sound.

In the end, Ziqi only moved two steps slightly and sat next to Wan Yanjing, and nothing else.

He doesn't seem to be able to do anything but company.

A faint fragrance wafted to Ziqi's nose. Wan Yanjing's body was slightly tilted, and she happened to put her head on Zi Qi's shoulders, and naturally grabbed Zi Qi's arms under her hands, so she wanted to find a support.

Ziqi remained silent, still sitting in place, but his slightly tense muscles still betrayed himself, and it was obvious that his heart was not as calm as it appeared to be.

Wan Yanjing's forehead was raised slightly, and the corner of her eye happened to catch a glimpse of Ziqi's seemingly unwavering eyes. For the first time, Wan Yanjing looked at those eyes carefully, only to find that Ziqi's eyes were so beautiful, even more beautiful and delicate than some beauties.

Moreover, it seems to be somewhat similar to his own eyes.

Lowering her eyebrows and lowering her hands again, Wan Yan Jingsu's hand climbed up Ziqi's slender fingers, and her ten fingers were tightly clasped.

"Ziqi, will you hate me because I'm a captive?" After a long time, Wan Yanjing finally spoke.

Ziqi lowered his head, and happened to see Wan Yanjing looking up, and the two looked at each other.

"No, it won't. Ziqi's answer was categorical, as if he had already had an answer in his heart. He held Wan Yanjing's hand tightly, and seemed to have made a decision. "Never. ”

"Nasty. Suddenly the quilt abandoned the confession, Wan Yanjing was still a little cramped, her cheeks were red, and she looked even more beautiful and moving by the firelight. The relationship between the two at this time has actually been clear for a long time, but neither of them pierced the last layer of window paper, and they are only limited to holding hands with each other, and there is no more intimate contact.

Although the captives are generally very open-minded, and even sometimes a man and a woman meet on the grassland, it is not uncommon for them to enjoy a night of joy with each other, after all, the northern region is vast and sparsely populated, and the low fertility rate has always been a common problem for many captive tribes.

But Wan Yanjing just didn't want to determine the relationship so rashly, she had stayed in the Central Plains for many years because of the instructions of the Wolf King, and she had already been infected by some Central Plains culture. What she wants is a stable home, not a life of displacement.

"These two people, when will they be able to pierce that layer of window paper. Ziqi too, as an elder brother, he already thinks about you like this, can't you be domineering and directly knock Wan Yanjing down?" Shang Zhengyu was walking leisurely in the forest, muttering quietly in his mouth, all dissatisfied with Ziqi.

But that's what he said, if it's really his turn, Shang Zhengyu is also a "soft egg" who is about the same as Ziqi, and he will typically say that he won't do it, otherwise he wouldn't have dragged Yu Rouwei for so long, and the eldest sister forcibly brought them together.

This is a small forest, due to the dry and windy Yunzhou, the trees here are generally relatively low, compared to the big trees in the Zhuozhou Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion Courtyard, which are several feet high. However, Shang Zhengyu seemed to be lucky, this was a forest of sand dates, although it had been swept aside by the captives, but obviously those who were very tired and did not have the energy or time to sweep away these sand dates, and there were still a few left on the trees.

Shang Zhengyu was holding more than a dozen sand dates in his hand at the moment, eating all the way, so comfortable.

Casually spitting the sand date kernel on the ground, he blew a gust of wind from the woods in front of him, and suddenly a little rustling sound mixed with it attracted Shang Zhengyu's attention.

What's the situation?

Shang Zhengyu put away his original relaxation and put on a serious look. His light steps slowed down again, and the faint rustling of the dead leaves on the ground was completely muffled by the wind.

Under the cover of the leaves, Shang Zhengyu walked slowly to the other side of the woods, and through the gaps between the branches, he saw the tent and three fires set up in front of him.

About twenty cavalry were feasting in front of him, and the scent of the hares leaning on the fire was overflowing, and Shang Zhengyu was drooling. It looks like it's a team of Frog Scouts resting.

Grandma's, Lao Tzu has been eating dry biscuits for half a month, and you barbarians are actually eating barbecue under Lao Tzu's nose!

Although Shang Zhengyu said that he was not angry for a while, he was not a reckless person, so he carefully retreated, and when he had opened up a distance, he immediately returned to the camp along the same path.

"Ziqi, hehe, let's go to the event. ”

Shang Zhengyu, who returned to the camp, did not feel the slightest sorry for disturbing the good things of Ziqi and Wan Yanjing, but immediately pulled the two of them up and went straight to the camp of the captive.