Jiaohua

Chapter 90 Name it
The steamed buns that had just been steamed were delivered. Xia Zhaoyi packed her bags and handed the letter over. She motioned the man to lean over and whispered softly in his ear.

The man was stunned for a moment, looked at the letter in his hand, and then looked at her again: "So?"

"correct."

"But you..." The man looked at the little girl in front of him, his eyes filled with distrust.

"You just go and say it, anyway, you won't suffer, or you can just treat me as a bad person and let them read the letter before making a judgment. If you don't have the ability to discern, then sooner or later your small village will have to When you're done playing, you should test them."

After speaking, Xia Zhaoyi turned around and left.

It's still like that. Believe it or not, it doesn't really matter to her.

If you can help someone, you should do it. If someone doesn't want your help, there's no need to ask for it.

Leaving the path northeast of the village, avoiding the guard militiamen squatting in the dark.

Xia Zhaoyi counted the pace under her feet.

One more step, one step closer to the second brother.

Of course, having a horse is even faster.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the soldiers who had already gotten up and practiced ran to gather after hearing the sound.

After two more whistles, Song Erlang put down the whistle in his hand and turned his head to his left.

The soldiers who were running late froze there.

"After the war, you are responsible for the front." Song Erlang said, "This way you won't have to worry about running slowly."

Several soldiers raised their hands to tidy up their armor and nodded: "Yes..."

"Come in!"

The soldiers drooped their heads and ran into the crowd.

"Report the number!" Song Erlang shouted again.

The numbers sounded one after another, and Song Erlang stood in front of the people with a grim expression.

He didn't put the mask on his face anymore, but the face under the skin made many people feel uncomfortable.

At first glance, it was terrifying, but after reading it, only the word funny remains. Now that I have no face, I feel it is too majestic and fierce.

But Song Erlang's heart is now in a mess.

It's not even a training ground here, just a wide lawn surrounded by tents.

Counting the three hundred Zheng Beijun who went south with him, the total number was less than five hundred.

And apart from those Zheng Beijun, what kind of stuff is left?
Standing without standing **!

I want to know, how can someone who is promising be sent here?How is it different from exile?
And the most frightening thing is that there are also the detailed works of those horse thieves.

But yesterday's urgent letter, knowing that these horse thieves are coming, has no time for him to identify and catch the spies one by one.

After reporting the numbers, Song Erlang divided the 500 people into three groups, one group of pure Zheng Beijun, as the main force of the whole army.

The most elite part of Zheng Beijun teamed up with these Zhaoyun soldiers who stayed in the local area, and secretly gave orders. Once they felt that there was a problem with any Zhaoyun soldiers, they could kill them first and then file.

The least remaining group of soldiers were Zhao Yun soldiers, which Song Erlang thought was the most doubtful.

These Zheng Beijun were all tempered with bones and blood on the Northwest battlefield. How many times they were in desperation and troubled places, they were all killed with their lives to make a bloody road. Just their eyes, neither serious nor serious, is a handle sharp knife.

There were 8000 people in Zhengzheng, but in the end there were only 300 people left. These [-] people were dispatched by Zhao Gong, the eldest son of Zheng Gongguo, under the pressure of Tianwei.

Song Erlang narrowed his eyes and looked back at the vast Nagano on the other side of Panyun Road.

"How many years have you been fighting here?" Song Erlang asked loudly.

No one answered.

Song Erlang stretched out his finger: "This place has fertile land and beautiful scenery. If it is used to grow crops, how much can it produce?"

When everyone looked up, they saw lush green fields, big rivers in the sky, picturesque mountains in the distance, and boundless heaven and earth.

"You have been abused by a group of wolves!" Song Erlang shouted angrily, and raised his voice even more, "Brothers, there have been hundreds of years of turmoil in the army, and the years of stability have been intertwined. If we take it down, it will no longer be called Zhaoyun Mountain from now on! With our blood, it will be named after this earth!"

"Yes!" Zheng Beijun was the first to roar.

"I can't hear you, make it louder!" Song Erlang shouted loudly.

"Yes!!" The crowd roared, and those Zhaoyun soldiers were also driven, and there was a rush of blood for no reason.

"Let's go!" Song Erlang said, "Let's go!"

The strong wind blows, and Shen An's black hair is raised high.

He was holding the scroll in his hand, with the other hand behind him, his broad sleeves fluttering in the wind with his ink hair.

"Look," Shen An said with a smile, "the ones who have been on the battlefield are different. Together with those Zhaoyun soldiers, the difference is clear, isn't it easy to tell them apart?"

Shen Lie looked at the soldiers and horses in the distance without saying a word. His eyes were always cold. Today is rare like the warm spring and summer sun, and there is a faint expectation and yearning.

"Do you want to go together?" Shen An looked back.

Shen Lie glanced at him, looked back over there, and shook his head lightly: "No."

"What about the bandit suppression?" Shen An smiled.

"The bandits I suppressed are not enough."

"With them, you can kill more."

Shen Lie didn't speak, after a while, he turned around and opened the tent and walked in.

The tent curtain fell, and soon after the calm was restored, it was brought up again by the wind.

Shen An looked at the door curtain, then lowered his eyes to the book in his hand, and suddenly coughed violently. He put his hand on his lips, coughing fiercely.

I wanted to endure it, but it was getting harder and harder to hold back.

He was propped up on the tent, his lean back arched over there, coughing all the time.

Shen Lie sat cross-legged in the tent with a straight back, coughed while listening to the sound outside, and closed his eyes.

A fast horse came galloping from a distance.

Bian Baye sat on the horse with an indifferent expression.

"It's from Zhaoyun Pass!" The ten people shouted as soon as they arrived, "There is movement over there!"

Bian Ba ​​Ye didn't speak, as if he didn't hear it, and looked at the sky coldly.

The ten-man leader noticed something was wrong, and suddenly saw the people on the two horses behind him, and he was stunned: "Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master? Why are you here?"

Then they noticed the filial piety scarves tied to their heads, and the ten people were shocked: "This is..."

Bian Lei's face was pale and his lips were pale, and he seemed to be ill.

Bian Yuanfeng's eyes were red and swollen, and his hands were tightly on the reins.

"Do you want a blood sacrifice, the head of the family?" Lu Tanlang said coldly.

blood sacrifice.

These two words made Bian Yuanfeng's eyes suddenly light up. He looked up at Bian Ba ​​Ye and shouted angrily, "Father!"

"Kill." Bian Baye gritted his teeth, "kill them all, I want to level the village!"

Another fast horse, after getting off the official road, ran on the dirt road in the mountains.

Running and running, the man suddenly slowed down.

He thought it was wrong, but he was right, there really was a little girl over there.

She was cross-legged by the stream, cutting wood with her head down.

Her hair was fastened with wooden hairpins, revealing her fair neck, and she was dressed in a cloth, which made her complexion look good.

The man looked around, then looked at the girl, as if she was the only one.

I have never met such a calm child before, which is a bit strange, but he still pulled out the knife around his waist.

(End of this chapter)