In the early spring of the eleventh year of Chongzhen, the climate was very abnormal. However, in the Central Plains, where spring should be in full bloom, especially at the eastern foot of Funiu Mountain, the cold wind is still biting, and frost and snow are pouring on the land of western Henan, which has been dry for a long time.

In this silver-covered world, a strange-looking team suddenly appeared, and at the front of this team was a blonde man with a height of two meters and twenty-six. This sturdy man was not afraid of the wind and snow in the Funiu Mountain, and his lion-like hair swayed in the wind; what was extremely incommensurate with the strong man's majestic physique was that he was holding a bright red mandarin duck playing in the water battle flag in his hand.

On the man's body, wearing a special sheepskin coat made of at least three people, the little giant tied the big coat on his body very casually with a belt that could not distinguish the color, and tied a long heart hair, so wantonly fluttered in the night sky of Chongzhen's eleventh year.

Behind the blond man was a cavalry of about fifty men, led by a young general. Soon after this group of capable cavalry passed, a large group of soldiers wearing official armor appeared in the mountain road, and the soldiers all over the mountain and field hurriedly walked on the muddy mountain road with heavy steps.

Immediately behind the "officers and soldiers" of the brigade was a convoy waving a big banner of breaking through the word, this convoy composed of cows, horses, mules, and donkeys was quite special, many of them were old, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant, and many women and children sitting in the carriage were not panicking because they were abandoned by their families, and they were concentrating on fighting the landlord in the carriage by means of the dim torches. That's right, it's the one of the two major artifacts in my Huaxia Weizhen Yu three hundred years later-Dou Landlord.

The landlords for all ages greatly reduced the irritability in people's hearts, and the winning side gained unexpected happiness, while the people who were tormented by the pain of defeat forgot their identity as "abandoned children", and they were bent on turning defeat into victory in the next game, and pasted the note back on the other party's face.

The two of them turned their heads to look at the high slope not far away, only to see that in the fluttering snowy night, a lonely figure was stationed on the high post;

This person seemed to be using all his strength, and shouted to the flag bearer behind him, "According to the order of the general, come here, change the flag!" Immediately, someone beside him held up a bright red seven-character battle flag.

Liu Xiyao has been stationed on the high post of Ma for a long time, in the eyes of the veteran Youzi and others, he is simply like the Q version of General Li Guo, the cold moonlight shines on the rugged mountain road, and Liu Xiyao's figure is slightly smaller than Li Jiangye, which is extremely tall and straight, and his shadow even covers half of the hill against the background of the flickering torches.

It wasn't until he looked at the long procession, which was divided equally between men, women and children, and gradually disappeared into the gloomy dark night, that Liu Xiyao cursed in vain in his heart, and rode down the high slope to catch up with the people who were far away.

As the general expected, the troops he led the old, weak, sick and disabled did not encounter the powerful pursuers who were hoped for by the old Eighth Team, and He Renlong's men and horses were only symbolically embellished behind him, and the officers and troops who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity just now were bitten hatefully by the tiger camp led by themselves, and then pushed down with interest; and Liu Xiyao's task of breaking off was also announced to be easily completed.

Soon, the elite of the tiger battalion led by Liu Xiyao caught up with the heavy baggage troops that were winding like long snakes. At this time, Ma Shiyao, the young general in charge of the front team's vigilance, sent someone to report that from now on, they were going to embark on a different road from the breaking army, and asked Liu Xiyao if there was a new general order......

Urging the soldiers of the Huben battalion to sort out the traces of the march, Liu Xiyao quickly crossed the middle army where the old battalion's family was located, passed through the left and right armies composed of the soldiers, and caught up with the front team led by Ma Shiyao.

Looking at the avenue leading to the passage not far away, the soldiers around him were all crying, and everyone knew in their hearts that they were going deep into the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty this time, and they were likely to die nine times a life, dragging the oversized oil bottle of all the army families, it was simply nine deaths without life. People looked at the big characters on the battle flag and secretly swore blood, "From now on, we will cut it in two! From now on, we will be called the Revolutionary Army Against the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty!"

Seeing the last team of people and horses walking out of the vast mountains along the mountain road, Liu Xiyao retracted his thoughts and said silently in the direction of Tongguan. "King Chuang, go all the way! Farewell, my brothers of the eighth team!"

Just after dealing with the matter of the next scholar, Li Zicheng suddenly sneezed a few times, and he wondered, "Could it be Sun Chuanting talking about himself?"

Mrs. Gao instructed her soldiers to bring dinner quickly, and told the leaders to add more captured pepper to the soup, and to make sure that the pepper was white and not black.

Li Zicheng wiped his nose with his fingers in inches, rubbed his two fingers on the placket of his clothes, looked at his wife and asked, "Where is Yigong now?"

Gao Shi was unaware of the two marks on her husband's clothes, and she said to Zicheng gently, "I heard Shuangxi say that after the people and horses were settled, I have been busy raising food and grass for the whole army, and I haven't rested until now." Knowing that you are going to summon the generals to the old camp to discuss matters, I have sent someone to tell him that he will come here as soon as he has eaten. ”

"Are there still ordinary people in this village?" asked Li Zicheng suspiciously

"Of course, there are ordinary people, but most of them have taken refuge in the mountains. As soon as I entered the village, I asked Zhang Nai to lead his brothers to look for the people in the village, but I only found a few old men and women who were either deaf or dumb and left behind to guard the door, but they could not even speak clearly. I also told the brothers to find a way to continue the search, and if they could find a few locals who understood the matter, they would be able to find some information. ”

Li Zicheng stopped talking, he lowered his head in contemplation, and while waiting for the meal to start, he felt his heart anxious and heavy. This area was originally a familiar place for the army, and the common people had a lot to do with the poles in the mountains and the peasant army passing by. The army called this area "soft land", and the government said that the people here were bandits. Take a look at the latest chapter of the "Great Grandmaster Claw Book House of the Late Ming Dynasty" to read for free for the first time.