"No, this..."

Zhuang Mian, with a dazed look on his face, returned to the house. While helping the old woman pack up, he asked what was going on with Bai Bing. The old woman explained for a long time incoherently, and Zhuang Mian finally had a more detailed understanding of the division of this world than before.

In this vast land, there are two countries that have lasted for hundreds of years. The country in the north is called "Huaian" and the country in the south is called "Tanluo". Both sides want to annex the other and unify the world.

The major wars every ten or twenty years and the smaller wars every now and then have always kept the old woman and other Huai'an people who live in the border area between the two countries busy. However, there are only so many places to live in the world, and everyone has nowhere else to go.

Her son and daughter died in Tanluo's invasion twenty years ago.

The soldiers of Tanluo were barbaric in behavior and powerful in martial arts, and most of them liked to wear white armor, so they were called "white soldiers" by the sensitive and vigilant common people.

When the broken drums and gongs at the entrance of the village began to sound, it meant that someone had discovered the traces of Tanluo's invasion.

Zhuang Mian, who was in good physical condition, carried two bundles in one hand and held the old woman with the other hand and began to flee northward with the villagers.

When passing through the wheat field that had turned golden, Zhuang Mian was stunned for a moment. She turned her head and asked the old woman:

"What will happen to the crops in the fields if we leave?"

Two lines of tears slid down from the corners of the old woman's eyes.

"What else can we do? We can't take them with us, and we can't bear to burn them. We could have harvested them in a few days. Now... we can only hope that our Huai'an army can move south quickly and drive those Tanluo dogs back to the south. Otherwise..."

The old man did not continue speaking, but Zhuang Mian quickly understood what he meant:

What else can we do? Those grains will surely become the rations of the white soldiers!

Zhuang Mian was slightly stunned when he heard this. Although it was a pity to burn these crops, wouldn’t leaving them here be a blatant aid to the enemy?

As the saying goes, if my neighbor stores grain, I store guns. My neighbor is my granary. Once the white soldiers have tasted the sweetness, they will surely be eager to go north every year to collect money.

Apparently, there were other people who thought the same as Zhuang Mian, because just as she was thinking about it, several young men in the village had already thrown burning torches into the wheat fields that had already turned yellow.

It had not rained near the village for a month, and the fire soon began to spread in the fields, which held the villagers' hopes for the year. As expected, the young men who dared to set the fire were scolded and beaten by their families, but each of them had an expression of no regrets on their face.

"Where are we going?"

The old woman shook her head.

"No one knows. Let's go north until someone can help us get through the winter."

The sound of gongs and drums obviously touched the old widow's heart. Zhuang Mian could feel that ever since she asked about the old widow's children, the old woman seemed to have lost some of the strength to escape, as if she wanted to wait here and be destroyed together with the village by the white soldiers.

Three days later, Zhuang Mian and the people in the village arrived at the nearest county town in the north - Nanke County, which had a rammed earth wall five or six meters high and a moat that was half a person deep and several meters wide. Although it did not look grand and spectacular, it always provided people with some peace of mind.

Refugees from the surrounding villages and towns poured into the county town. The ragged people could only sleep on the ground in the city at night relying on the belongings they brought with them when they fled.

Fortunately, the officials in the city were pretty nice, and the next day they started setting up big pots to cook porridge at several wider intersections.

But the good times did not last long. Three days later, the white soldiers arrived.

The soldiers defending the county town climbed up the city walls one after another, and the shouting and screaming outside the city continued all day long.

The offensive of the Tanluo Baibing was extremely fierce. Although they were only a small force, the desire to plunder and kill was growing in their hearts.

As for the main force of the Bai soldiers, they bypassed Nan Ke and headed deeper into Huaian Kingdom.

Zhuang Mian, who was in the city, saw several times that soldiers in white armor had climbed up the city wall from outside, but they were driven back by soldiers led by county officials.

On the third day of the battle, the soldiers who had escaped death began to capture able-bodied men from the refugees entering the city.

Zhuang Mian watched helplessly as the soldiers, whose combat experience was even less than his, were each given a spear and leather or even cotton armor, and then walked up the city wall in a daze. Most of them never had the chance to come down from there.

On the seventh day after the battle began, Zhuang Mian was drafted into the army.

Although the food in Hope City is many times worse than before the new era, it is still far ahead of this backward world in terms of basic nutritional balance and child care.

Therefore, Zhuang Mian actually seemed quite out of place among the refugees. Her height was even comparable to that of many adult male soldiers.

Now that a large number of able-bodied men and soldiers have died in battle, it is time for women like this to go up to the city walls.

Zhuang Mian was not afraid of this at all. This was not only because she had always regarded this world as her final destination after death, but also because she had a deep-seated anger towards those white soldiers whom she had never met.

In their own world, humans have basically achieved unity, but here they still fight against their compatriots over some territorial issues...

After receiving her own spear and cotton armor, Zhuang Mian quickly joined the battle. In the several battles over the next few days, she charged left and right on the city wall, always able to knock down those white soldiers who had just appeared.

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