Jiaohua

Chapter 786 The military division died tragically (update 5.08)

The little attendant gritted his teeth, broke off a piece of dry food, put it in a small bowl, boiled and stirred, sprinkled some marinated minced meat into it, boiled it for a while, and then brought it to Xie Zhong's hand.

Xie Zhong was looking at the map, stroking the beard on his chin while looking at it.

"Sir, have something hot."

"Oh, good." Xie Zhong said sideways.

There was a small fire burning in the cave, and the firewood was crackling in the flames, Xie Zhong sighed deeply: "This Qingxiang Village is difficult."

"Yeah, I thought I could take down the big commotion last night. I don't know what the origin of those people is. Once they come, the refugees here are nothing."

Xie Zhong looked back at the map with a more serious expression.

The joining of Du Xuan and his hidden guards last night was the key to turning the whole battle situation around.

In front of the hidden guards, the refugees with no combat experience and military literacy were not even as good as sandbags for training.

Xie Zhong was standing on the top of the mountain at that time, looking at all of Huo Haihai from a distance, and he was also curious about where this army came from.

I used to think that Qingxiang Village had an expert in charge, but now it seems that there are more than one.

"Sir," said the little follower seeing Xie Zhong staring at the map in a daze, "Eat it while it's hot."

"Not enough time." Xie Zhong said.

Tian Dayao's military deployment will start after winter, counting according to the time, in just a few days, the army they came from the south will just pass by the post office in the northeast.

These refugee soldiers and horses are gathered together, they are too many people, they will become hidden dangers in the future, Tian Dayao's army will never be soft when they pass by.

For Xie Zhong, it was a pity.

"Sir, didn't you say before that you still have to look at Qian Changyi?" said the little follower.

"It will take time. Although he has a bad temper, it needs to be slowly brewed for him to be completely angry."

"Then let's pour oil on it? Tell the story?"

"Suddenly." Xie Zhong said.

He picked up the cooled bowl, paused again, and thought about it: "That's not the case, you can try a bitter trick. It's up to you to find an opportunity to let him know that we were driven away by Zhong Qiankun .”

The little follower laughed: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely provoke you!"

Go down the hillside on the south side of the cave, detour around a few half-cliffs, and then walk a mile of mountain road, which is the open space for these migrant soldiers.

The mountain road in rainy days is not easy to go down the mountain. When you reach the foot of the mountain, the little followers don't have to deliberately look downcast, and they can go on stage and sing directly.

Passing through the sparse camp of refugee soldiers, before he could find out how to meet the "Emperor", the noise and movement from the rain curtain had already pointed out his whereabouts.

The farther you go, the more people surround you. From time to time, there are cries for help and horrified cries from onlookers.

The little follower pushed through the crowd, what he saw made him cover his mouth with his hand.

I don't know what happened, but he happened to meet this scene. The person in the crowd who was chasing after Zhong Qiankun was Qian Fengrong.

Qian Fengrong's old injury hadn't healed yet, and a new one was added. Both palms were wrapped in gauze, and his right leg was limping badly, but this did not prevent him from chasing and beating Zhong Qiankun fiercely.

Nearly ten people were killed or injured in the back, and the corpses and blood were mixed on the muddy rainy ground. The emperor of these refugees, the guy named Emperor Qi, hid in the tent with a pale face.

Zhong Qiankun begged for mercy while running, but Qian Fengrong obviously couldn't listen to anything, and he chased Zhong Qiankun to a crowd, where they passed, everyone gave way one after another, those who had no time to run away were injured by Qian Fengrong's fist one slice.

One person almost tripped Qian Fengrong, who was handicapped. Qian Fengrong grabbed him and threw his huge fist towards his head.

"Think I'm useless? Huh? Think I'm useless!!"

"I have done so many things for you, how dare you complain to me!"

"Why do you! I was injured like this because of you, what are you doing! Why!"

"I don't live up to it! I helped you set the village on fire, but you fought in it yourself, fight it yourself!!"

……

Qian Fengrong vented all his anger. This person who had been beaten to death by him was still being beaten violently by him.

The little entourage had sharp eyes, and seeing that Zhong Qiankun was about to break through the crowd and escape, he immediately ran towards Zhong Qiankun and grabbed his arm.

"Changyi!" The little follower shouted, "Changyi!"

When Qian Fengrong heard the voice, he immediately raised his head.

"Xiaoqing!" Qian Fengrong shouted, "But you?!"

"Changyi, this! This!"

Qian Fengrong saw him in the crowd, and Zhong Qiankun who was desperately trying to escape.

"This is the person who drove me and my husband away!" The little follower pointed at Zhong Qiankun and shouted at Qian Fengrong, "This person also framed us, saying that we ran away by ourselves! Changyi, it's him! He's sowing discord between us! ! Very bad!"

Zhong Qiankun's eyes widened, startled by such confounding rhetoric.

"You dog mouth!" Zhong Qiankun raised his hand to tear the face of the little follower, "You open your mouth and spit blood, I will tear your mouth..."

Before he finished speaking, the furious Qian Fengrong rushed over, grabbed him and pressed his fist on the ground.

"Master Zhong!"

"military adviser!!"

The men around shouted, wanting to go up but not daring to go forward.

One punch had already made Zhong Qiankun speechless, followed by one punch, two punches, and three punches, Zhong Qiankun had no other thoughts except the pain and the despair of dying.

Qian Fengrong beat him to the ground like a furious black bear.

At this point, all his anger seems to have finally dissipated.

Qian Fengrong panted heavily, his chest heaved violently, and he turned his head to look at the little entourage.

"Changyi, you did a great job! You did a great job!!!" The little follower's eyes were bright, and he held up his thumbs in praise.

Qian Fengrong got up and looked at the crowd around him.

Catching his line of sight, the bony refugees subconsciously took a step back.

"He!" The little follower stepped forward, pointing at Qian Fengrong and shouted, "He will be your leader from now on, be sure, it's him!"

The refugees did not speak, and looked at Qian Fengrong with alienated and scared eyes.

"Me? The emperor?" Qian Fengrong said.

"Not the emperor! What kind of emperor are you," said the little entourage, "it's the boss, their boss! The boss!"

"I'm the boss?"

"Yes!" The little follower nodded, "It's the boss! You are the biggest!"

Saying that, the little follower turned his head to look at the corpse on the ground, happy and excited.

A few days ago, my husband also said that this Zhong Junshi would die soon, and asked him to guess at whose hands he would die.

Really die so fast!
It's too late, they can catch up, before Tian Dayao's army coming south, they can gather all these militiamen and avoid them!
With so many soldiers and horses, why worry about a big event failing!

(End of this chapter)