The general will eat grass

"Go and have a look." Zhao Yuansong abandoned his horse and ran towards the accident site without waiting for the soldiers from the two governments to respond.

A bunch of "fuck" in the minds of the soldiers of the two governments are swiping the screen. What about the second young lady who is resolute and never soft-hearted at critical moments?If Deng Mian is here, they must have a common language.

This is the hinterland of Changyang Pass, and the village in front is likely to be raided by Huns guerrillas.The soldiers of the two prefectures rushed to stop them, but they were afraid that the noise would be too loud and attract the attention of the Huns.They chased me down, ran to the outskirts of the village where the accident occurred, hid behind the snowdrifts of wormwood, tied a circle of wormwood on the hood, and piled a layer of snow on it, and then carefully poked their heads out to observe the enemy's situation.

There were about ten Huns, each with big arms and round waists, wrapped in animal skins, covered with rough linen, cotton and kudzu clothes snatched from Han people's homes, holding thick quilts in their arms, and carrying bags of corn and naked oats in their hands.

Those who did not resist were kicked twice at most; those who resisted and snatched back, the scimitar of the Huns directly slashed at the villagers' necks.The woman hugged her decapitated husband and howled endlessly. The child wanted to rush forward to fight the Huns, but was held tightly by the old man in the village.

Zhao Yuansong turned to one side, and the two government soldiers behind him immediately moved, one hugging his shoulders, the other pressing his legs, directly pressing him into the snow.Zhao Yuansong's hateful eyes closed instantly after touching the cold snow.He wanted to raise his head to make them let go of him, but was pushed back into the snow by two overly nervous soldiers.

Zhao Yuansong: "...." Pounding and bear, these two could not be the soldiers brought out by Deng Mian, right?He hadn't been overwhelmed by his male god yet, but he was overtaken by these two!

After the Huns left, Zhao Yuansong regained his freedom, sat up on his knees, turned his head and spat several mouthfuls of snow.Still angry, he pushed down the nearest soldier, got up and covered the face of the other with snow.He really wanted to stare angrily to show how angry he was, but it was so cold that his eyelashes were frozen, so he could only rub them open with his fingers.

Seeing him blushing and crying, the soldiers of the two government offices immediately remembered his identity and were embarrassed for a while.

Zhao Yuansong was so pissed off that he rubbed his eyelashes for a long time before they melted and he could finally stare at people.

"Father, didn't you serve as a soldier? Why didn't you stand up? Why did you let them kill Fulgrim's father?" A teenager shouted loudly.

Zhao Yuansong poked his head out from behind the snowdrift and saw a boy who was half a head taller than himself. Regardless of the women around him, he bared his teeth and clawed like a little tiger and shouted: "Father, you are so frightened by the barbarians! They broke into our village and killed people!"

His father's back was straight, and his profile looked very thin. He was pointed at his nose and scolded by the young man, and finally he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" in anger.The woman on the side was anxious, raised her hand and shook the boy's mouth, supported her husband and scolded the boy: "Who did your father go to be a soldier for? If he didn't die on the battlefield, he will be angry with you, a heartless white-eyed boy." Impossible to die!"

"Auntie!"

"Don't call me mother, you unfilial son, you just ask your father to die, you can do it yourself, why did you go by yourself? Get out, get out of here, I'll pretend I never gave birth to your son." The woman His eyes were really red with anxiety, and he wanted to sever ties with his son outspokenly.

The young man didn't think he was wrong, the barbarians entered the country, shouldn't they be driven back to their hometown?Shouldn't they resist their atrocities?Why give them the food that the family has stored for more than half a year?Why let them commit murder in the village?He wanted to rush forward to grab his own food, but it was A Niang who kept stopping him from going, why did A Niang say such things at this time?

The young man was sad, he wiped his tears in grievance, his eyes were stubborn, and was forcibly pulled aside by his little friend to comfort him.

When Zhao Yuansong and the others walked into the village, the villagers looked at them numbly and ignored them.Seeing the weapons on the Fubing's waist, the boys and girls' eyes lit up instantly, and then they became a little timid, whispering to each other, discussing something in a low voice.

The man who was decapitated was the village head, and the village head's wife stopped crying loudly, ran back to the house to find a basket of needles and threads, knelt down beside the corpse and started threading. "Fulgan's father, you can leave with peace of mind, don't worry about our mother and mother. You must give birth to a good family in the next life, you don't need to go hungry, and there are no Huns..."

The woman sobbed loudly, which was even more heartbreaking than howling.

The steaming blood was red all over the place, the head rolled into the snow pit, the woman with bloody hands and body, the teenage child who was pinned down and kneeling aside, and the blue and white faces around her, desperate and numb.

The thatched thatched hut not far away did not burn due to the heavy snow, and a puff of smoke blackened the entire sky.

Zhao Yuansong was silent, clenched his fists, his eyes were red.

This is the Huns, this is the barbarian bandits!

The soldiers of the two prefectures also turned red, and walked over to help the village chief's wife collect the corpse.It was freezing cold, and the cemetery behind the village could not be dug. They could only bury the sewn bodies in the snow next to them, and wait until the next spring when the land thawed before burying the people.

After passing through the villages plundered by the Huns, there was no pain on the faces of the people, only numbness and despair.Food is gone, how will they survive this winter?

Zhao Yuansong followed the silent funeral crowd, taking in the expressions of all of them, his clenched fists never relaxed, and half-moon-shaped wounds appeared in his palms.

They stayed at the villagers' house that night, feeling ups and downs, with headaches and pain, and Zhao Yuansong couldn't sleep for a long time.

The snow has stopped, the moon is full in the starry sky, it seems that all sorrows are like phantoms, and tomorrow is a new day.

People in the world say that there is hope in life, and no amount of sorrow can replace the lost life.

The moonlight and white snow made the night outside the house very bright, and there was a strange "cuckoo" cry of night owls, and a few black shadows flashed through the gaps in the window curtains, Zhao Yuansong sat up suddenly from the wooden bed, fearing that the Huns would come return.

"Coo coo, coo coo coo." The closer it was, the more certain that this lame night owl cry was imitated by humans.Zhao Yuansong quietly approached the window and looked out through the gaps in the straw curtains. The night light outside the courtyard not only allowed him to see the number of people, but also the shape and basic appearance of the people who came.Among the three teenagers, one is the brat who vomited his father's blood, the other is Fugen from the village chief's family, and the last one is the brat's little friend.

"Are you sure the two with the knives live here?" the bear boy asked his friend softly.

The little friend nodded: "It's this one, Brother Changgui, I've been squatting outside the wall and watching."

"I'll go!" Fulgrim said viciously.

Chang Gui pressed his shoulders, "Fu Gen, don't be impulsive, let's test whether they are asleep first. Only when they are asleep, can we start!"

Forgan: "How to test?"

Chang Gui thought for a while, and signaled his friends to pick up a small stone. The three of them hid outside the low wall of the yard, threw the small stone on the door of the house where the soldiers were staying, and then quickly hid under the low wall.

Zhao Yuansong: "...." Taking the opportunity, he quietly walked out of the room, squatted along the shadow of the eaves and rushed towards the low wall, then slowly got up, just in time to catch them sticking their heads out from under the low wall.

"Ah!" Frightened, they staggered and sat down on the snow.

Zhao Yuansong asked in a low voice, "Is it fun? You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what do you want to do?" Listening to their conversation, it was like trying to murder someone for money.

Under the moonlight, the white and clean young master looks like a fairy descending to earth.These bumpkins couldn't find the right words to describe them, but they were handsome anyway, a hundred times more handsome than a girl.

Zhao Yuansong couldn't help laughing when he saw the three of them sitting on the ground, "Are you really scared by me?"

Only then did the three of them come back to their senses, and helped them up one after another.Chang Gui looked at Zhao Yuansong, then at the house where the soldiers lived behind him, and asked in a desperate manner: "Master, can you borrow your guard's knife?"

Zhao Yuansong narrowed his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Seeing beautiful people, children want to make friends with them.Chang Gui's little friend, Chang Lin, scrambled to answer: "We are going to kill the barbarians, so you can lend us the knife and we will return it when it is finished."

The youngest Fulgan nodded: "We are going to avenge my father!" He recognized the young master, and his father's body was collected with the help of his people.A Niang said that they were benefactors, and asked him to thank them well.The uncle in the village came up with an idea, saying that if the benefactor agrees, let him follow the benefactor in the future. The uncle said, "What kind of grace... can't be repaid, and I will follow the benefactor as a dog and horse."He doesn't quite understand what this means, he doesn't want to go with others now, he just wants to avenge his father!

"How do you take revenge?" Zhao Yuansong asked curiously.These three children are more bloody than the villagers, so he didn't hit them directly, and wanted to hear what they had to say.

Seeing the young boy's willingness to help, Chang Gui boldly said: "We know where they live, and we plan to kill their leaders. The play says, 'To capture a thief, first capture the king, and to kill a bandit, kill the leader first!'. "

Zhao Yuansong first twitched the corner of his mouth, then sharpened his gaze, and asked, "Do you know where they live? Do you know how many of them there are and what does the leader look like?"

Chang Gui drew a height: "There are about [-] of them, and they should live in Nanpo Village, Changping. The leader...the leader is wearing a wolf-head hat, so tall."

Zhao Yuansong: "How do you know?"

Changlin snatched: "We saw it when we went to Changping South Slope the day before yesterday to plan Vajra Vine. Every day they send a small team to grab food. Yesterday they robbed the Changping North Slope, today they rob our place, and tomorrow they will rob us." It is possible to go to Hejia Village."

Thinking of Xiaohu's family, Zhao Yuansong stroked his chin and said, "It would be great if there were dozens of them. I would lead the snake out of the hole and catch the thief and the king."

Why?This young man seems to be very knowledgeable, they don't understand what he said.However, it seems that Changgui was right to capture the thief and capture the king.

Being watched by the three people with shining eyes, Zhao Yuansong only hesitated for a moment. "Okay, let's go."

The two government soldiers who had been hiding in the room and hadn't shown up hurriedly chased them out, "Second Young Madam, you can't go!"

Second young lady?ah?Isn't this a young master, but a girl?No wonder it looks so good-looking!

The three boys looked at Zhao Yuansong with strange eyes, realizing that he was a girl, they were all a little embarrassed and coy.

Zhao Yuansong: "...." Turning his head and glaring at the Fubing, the Fubing suddenly became enlightened and hurriedly changed his words: "Young Master Song, I really can't go, it's too dangerous." If something happens to the Second Young Madam, the Second Young Master will not chop them up It's strange to feed the dog!

But, they really can't stop wow!