Chapter 389: Crisis
The stream flowed silently from among the stones, the new leaves rose and fell in the sunlight with the breeze, sweeping away the dust on the beacon tower, and the eunuch named Feng Bao put down an empty bowl, took a few henchmen downstairs, and strode towards the things that were being loaded there. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
β..... Those mad dogs, you should pay attention, don't be bitten, otherwise you will get rabies or the plague, and our family will have to kill them. β
In the past, a few fans were probably a little clumsy, so they reminded them out loud. Everywhere there were carriages with cages tied around their necks, and the dogs barked indiscriminately, and his voice was not very noticeable.
"These dogs are precious, you start lightly, if you survive, a few more Jurchens will be injured, the number of our side is too small, and it can't compare to a few other strongholds.... Know the weight of your hands and feet...."
Not far from the woods, the birds seemed to be startled, chirped, and flew away from the treetops. Feng Bao stopped supervising and turned his head to look at the woods where the birds were scared away, under the shade of the trees, the sunlight was slanting on a person's face, and the figure walked quickly.
The fan first knelt down and arched his hand, then leaned forward and whispered a few words, pointing in a certain direction.
Feng Bao frowned, walking back and forth between a few steps, "..... A few mountain people..... What do they want to do..... Looking for something?"
"Baihu, could it be that last time the earth wall collapsed, more than a dozen carrion corpses were dragged away by the beasts in the mountains and discovered by them?" Behind him, a henchman reminded him in a low voice.
"It's been discovered...."
The Dongchang Baihu stopped and looked at his henchman, his frowning brows relaxed, and his eyes narrowed: "..... There can be no impermeable wall in the world, this season is really the time of the handover of green and yellow, there is a shortage of food everywhere, someone must have caught a few escaped rats to eat.... When there is a pestilence, someone seeks it. β
β.... It's a pity, although I waited to kill the golden dog.... But after all, the secret here cannot be revealed..... People on the outside don't care if what we're doing is right or wrong..... Since the group of mountain people broke in, they can only be blamed for their bad lives. β
The tone was slow, and some gloomy and joyful voices spread in the quiet sun.
Soon, he gave instructions.
"Surround the past.... Killed all. β
The light of the sky walked slowly under the shadow of the leaves, gradually turning westward.
Zhou Tong sat under a tree to rest, by the way looked at the sky and the surrounding terrain, the rest of the people next to him gathered around, hiding in the shade of the tree and whispering, probably discussing some topics, even if he was a little thirsty and hungry, no one dared to drink the water in the stream before figuring out the matter.
"Daddy.... Drink some water, which is loaded before coming out of the village, and you can drink it. Beside him, Fleur took out a worn-out water bag and handed it to the old man, her voice was very soft, and she could hear that her emotions were somewhat affected by Aunt Niu's death.
The old man took a small sip of the water bag, did not drink more, and then handed it back, over there, the woman just took it, but did not drink it, maybe she had drunk it before.
"Are you still blaming Dad? In that case, there is no herb in the village that can get rid of the plague, even if there is..... It may not be able to be saved. Zhou Tong sighed
The leaves broke free from the branches in the breeze, swirled, and landed at the feet of Fleur, and the woman looked at the leaves that had not yet fully opened and lay quietly in the mud, her lips pursed for a while before she slowly opened, and her voice was soft.
β.... There's no blame daddy, it's just...."
Tears flickered in the corners of his eyes, and they were quickly wiped away, and his voice was a little choked: "...... I just think it's so hard for everyone to live, obviously everyone has nothing... I can survive hunger strongly..."
β.... But why in the end, I still have to die. "There were tears, but they didn't cry.
Zhou Tong took a deep breath and looked at the sparkling stream in silence, over there, the villagers who came out together were also silent, after all, everyone was lucky to survive from the butcher's knife of the Jurchens, hungry in the mountains to find food, scraping bark, chewing grass roots, what can be eaten on the mountains and around the village, they are almost eaten, and it is not easy to survive.
"It's time to go, go a little longer, it's going to be dark, if you can't find it, we'll look for it tomorrow." β
In silence, Zhou Tong stood up.
In the air, there was a sudden buzz. Something flew out of the forest at the side door, and the old man subconsciously shot out and grabbed it.
A crossbow bolt was clenched in the palm of his hand.
"Not good!" "Oh no!" the moment I secretly screamed in my heart, the grass, trees, and shadows came one after another, and then, a few more sounds of breaking the air came.
Whoosh -
Burst!!
Blood splattered.
Someone here was shot with an arrow in the throat, directly through the neck, and fell to the ground, blood flowed all over the ground in an instant, and that person was dead.
"Uncle Chenβ"
Seeing the middle-aged man who had spoken before, Fu Rui shouted sadly, wanting to go over, but was pulled by Zhou Tong, "Don't go to death, follow me, leave immediately!"
The moment the following villagers were shot by the rain of arrows, they became confused, and it was not until someone was hit by an arrow that they woke up from a dream and quickly retreated with the old man over there.
.....
In the woods, a eunuch with white eyes made a gesture, his palm clenched into a fist in the air, and around him, there were two or three figures..... He put down his crossbow and bow, drew his blade and threw himself out.
"None of themβ"
Under the mask, the eunuch of Dongchang opened his mouth to command, and then, he also rushed out and stared at the old man who grabbed the arrow with his bare hands.
By the stream, the four people who were running suddenly saw a team of hundreds of people coming out of both sides, killing them, carrying steel knives silently.
....
In the bright light, the old man squinted his eyes, and someone's shadow blocked the light, and immediately, there was a snap, and a faint blue-green palm wind covered it.
Zhou Tong just took a stride, protecting Fu Hui behind him, his ordinary fist stretched out from his sleeve robe, and in mid-air, the leaping figure was slightly stunned, but then when the palm hit the opponent's fist, the whole person flew backwards like a cannonball, and his body crossed the air, with a bang, the water splashed and smashed into the stream.
"Daddy..... Have you ever been injured. β
"Go !!!"
The voices were staggered, and the old man didn't wait for the woman to speak, pulled the other party, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked down a figure who rushed over with a knife, turned around and stepped out, quickly leaving the battle group.
The figure soon disappeared into the dense woods.
By the stream, the figure rose from the water, the battle was basically over, several villagers had fallen in a pool of blood, and only one young man had abruptly defected and surrendered to the other party in the battle just now.
The hem of the palace robe was dripping with water stains, and he staggered to the kneeling young man, "Tell our family..... The two men who escaped...."
"Father-in-law spares his life.... The villain was not a mountain man, but he was forced to fall here. Without waiting for Feng Bao to finish speaking, the man immediately begged for mercy: "It's just that bad luck ran into the Jurchen Slaughter City...... The father-in-law also asked for the life of the little one, as a cow and a horse, and Mu Yang would also repay the father-in-law's great kindness. β
Feng Bao took off the palace hat and wrung it out, and the water fell on the head of the young man named Mu Yang drop by drop, "So there are quite a few of you left?"
"Back to my father-in-law's words, it is... Yes," replied the young man, trembling as he knelt on the ground.
"That's fine. β
The palace hat was thrown on the hand of a fan, and Feng Bao stepped on his soaked steps and turned to leave, "Lead the way, young man." β