Chaos on the temples: You can't escape if you provoke treacherous ministers

Chapter 881 Refugees
Yan Mu opened the car curtain, and through the rain curtain, he really saw the man lying on the road ahead.

There are no villages or shops in front of this place, and there are forests on both sides, especially under the rain, it is drowsy, and if you are timid, you may be scared.

Feng Zheng handed over an umbrella, Yan Mu asked Liu Yunxiang to wait in the carriage, and asked Zijin to guard in front of the carriage, then got out of the carriage, and walked towards the person lying on the ground.

Like rain, the man was motionless, probably dead.

When I got closer, I found that it was an old man with gray hair and tattered clothes, like a beggar.

"Master, I will move the corpse to the side of the road, and send someone to notify the local government to collect the corpse after we go to the town," Feng Zheng said.

Yan Mu turned his mind for a while, and still walked towards the man on the ground, and stopped after walking a step away.Then the next moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and reached out to grab Yan Mu's clothes.

Yan Mu had been on guard for a long time, and took advantage of the situation to dodge.

At this time, there was movement from the woods on both sides, and groups of black figures rushed out. When they got closer, they saw ragged people like this old man. They were holding sticks in their hands, and they were thin. They rushed up.

Yan Mu and Feng Zheng looked at each other, and they hurriedly retreated to the side of the carriage. Together with Zijin, they protected Liu Yunxiang on the carriage, and drew out their swords at the same time.

These people surrounded the carriage, there were about four NO.50 people.They stared at them, everyone had fear and anxiety in their eyes, but they still moved forward step by step.

"Who are you?" Yan Mu asked in a deep voice.

The leader was a younger man, about thirty years old, with stubble on his face. He pretended to be fierce and said, "Of course it's a robber!"

"Oh?"

"As long as you leave the carriage and all your belongings, we won't hurt you!"

Yan Mu squinted his eyes, almost no one saw his body move, and the next moment, he was in front of the man, and the sword was on his neck.These people jumped in fright and stepped back one after another.

The man was also trembling with fright, but he still shouted to the people behind him: "There are only four of them...don't be afraid...just go forward...it doesn't matter if I die...everyone has to live..."

On hearing this, those who had backed away began to move forward again.

"Are you hungry?" Liu Yunxiang opened the curtain of the carriage and took out a pack of dry food at the same time, "I don't have much dry food here, and whoever grabs it will get it."

As he said that, Liu Yunxiang deliberately threw the dry food far away.

However, to her surprise, these people did not swarm up to snatch it, but sent a young man to retrieve the bag.Even though the boy was so hungry that he swallowed, he didn't eat one first.

"Brother Shui, there's not much dry food." The boy shouted at the man Yan Mu held his knife against.

Hearing this, the man looked at Yan Mu and the others again, "This little dry food can't send us away!"

Under the man's signal, the others continued to move forward, and Feng Zheng and Zijin raised their swords to meet them.

"Try not to hurt them!" Liu Yunxiang hurriedly instructed.

The two stepped forward, they didn't use swords, they only used fists and kicks, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten people had already been kicked to the ground.

Brother Shui's eyes widened, obviously he didn't expect them to encounter a hard stubble.

"There are quite a few of you, but it's easy to kill them all." Yan Mu said flatly.

When Brother Shui heard this, he quickly waved his hands to make those people back away.

"Escape first!"

"Brother Water!"

"Leave me alone!"

The corner of Yan Mu's mouth twitched, and he put the sword away.

"Okay, I won't kill you. Tell me, who are you?"

Brother Shui was on guard against Yan Mu, and took two steps back, feeling safer, before saying, "We were originally the people of Ling'an City, but after being driven out of the city by the Southern Jin people, we were forced to become refugees."

Yan Mu frowned, "Refugees?"

The Southern Jin invaded and occupied Ling'an years ago. If they were driven out at that time, the wave of refugees would spread and spread to the Yangtze River area.But along the way, they did not see any refugees gathered.

"When were you driven out of the city?"

"The Southern Jin invaded and occupied Ling'an, burned, killed, looted, and drove us out of the city on a large scale about half a month later."

"Why don't you go north?"

"We can't go!"

"Why?"

Brother Shui was about to say something when he heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and he immediately showed panic.

"Everyone, hide in the woods! Quick!"

Following his sound, these people quickly disappeared into the woods under the rain curtain like a tide, except for the footprints left on the ground, they seemed to have never appeared before.

Yan Mu looked over, but saw a group of people coming this way.

He changed his mind, stood beside the carriage, and became a humble servant again.

Liu Yunxiang glanced at him, then asked Zijin to help her get off the carriage.

These people put on their armor, got off their horses a dozen steps away, and walked quickly towards this side.

"Have you encountered bandits?" the leader asked.

bandit?

Liu Yunxiang was silent, and said: "I was blocked by a group of ragged people, but they ran away in a hurry when they heard the sound of your horse's hooves."

The leader looked around and said: "There are a lot of bandits in this area, and they often steal money from passers-by. Be careful and go to the town in front of you to stay overnight."

"Who are you?"

"We are from the Bian Nan military camp."

"That's it." Liu Yunxiang paused, "I want to see your general."

Hearing this, the leader looked at Liu Yunxiang again, "Who is this lady?"

"Princess."

That night, they still stayed in the front town, but the soldiers of the Bian Nan Army Camp guarded their safety.

In the guest room, Zijin put the food on the table.

Liu Yunxiang served Yan Mu a bowl of rice porridge, "Let's eat first."

Hearing this, Yan Mu put down the map in his hand, "There are thirteen cities in Lingnan, but the terrain is complicated. To get from one city to another, sometimes you have to climb steep mountains, sometimes you have to wade through water, sometimes you have to pass through canyons, or even miasma forests. In the event of an emergency military situation, it may not be possible to quickly integrate into one body."

"So there is the Biannan military camp, which can mobilize troops from the thirteen cities."

"But after Su Hui's defeat in the first battle, he withdrew his camp and retreated a hundred miles to the Dongtian Canyon separated by the miasma forest. He had no plan to regain Ling'an."

"When we go to the Biannan barracks tomorrow, we will know his attitude."

After eating, Xiao Er came in to help clean up the dishes.

"We saw a lot of inns closed down along the road, why?" Liu Yunxiang asked the waiter.

"It's not because of the refugees, who robbed and stole. Our town is guarded by Bian Nanjun, otherwise it would have been chaotic."

"Why don't they come into town?"

"These people are screaming for beatings and killing, and they are very angry. How dare they let them in."

Liu Yunxiang wanted to ask again, but the little girl was afraid of causing trouble, so she hurriedly packed up the dishes and went out.

She thought about it, looked at Yan Mu and asked, "Did you notice anything wrong with the group of refugees you met in the afternoon?"

Zijin snatched a sentence: "Those soldiers said they were bandits. They don't look like bandits, they are clearly ordinary people. Forced by hunger, they robbed passers-by."

"One more point, why would they rather starve and stay here instead of going north." Feng Zheng added.

Yan Mu lowered his eyes for a moment, and said, "There are no women among these refugees.

(End of this chapter)