The sound of the horn suddenly echoed in the mountain village.

The villagers who were originally either chatting and laughing around the stove or busy making fire and cooking were stunned for a moment, but they all reacted the next moment.

"Large!"

"It's a large size!"

Everyone looked surprised.

This was different from the previous bangzi sounds; this was the sound of an army assembling and a loud bang for killing the enemy. Many children and young people were unable to react for a while.

They had been taught the meanings of various horns, clappers and flags, but this was the first time they had actually heard this military trumpet.

For the older people, it has been a long time since they heard it.

He was standing blankly on the road, dragging a bundle of firewood on his new iron legs, and his body slowly began to tremble.

He threw the firewood out suddenly.

"Kill the enemy!" he shouted. "Kill the enemy!"

The man ran towards the sound of the trombone, stumbling at first, but then running faster and faster.

Finally everyone reacted. The men put on their shoes, the women poured water on the charcoal brazier, and the children dropped the stone toys in their hands.

Everyone ran outside. In addition to the horn, there were large red flags waving as far as the eye could see, pointing the villagers in a direction.

That direction was no longer the village entrance, but the foot of the mountain.

The villagers quickly gathered at the foot of the mountain, where Yang Jing stood alone, watching the villagers lined up at the foot of the mountain.

Although the line looked a little funny with the crowds of people of all ages, women and children, tall and short, no one laughed and no one moved. They stood steadily, like long spears, carrying a chilling chill.

The horn stopped and Yang Jing waved his hand.

"Open the warehouse." he shouted.

Several men stepped forward and hugged a huge rock from all sides. With a roar, the rock began to turn.

As it turned, the originally steep mountain wall creaked, and the earth and rocks rolled down to reveal a cave.

"Warriors, put on your armor!" Yang Jing said in a deep voice.

If Miss Jun, Lei Zhonglian and others were still here, they would definitely be surprised.

I had always known that their weapons were hidden under the large bluestone at the entrance of the village, but I never thought there was an armory at the foot of the mountain.

The villagers filed in. Yang Jing had already led people to light torches, illuminating the entire cave.

The cave was spacious, with many things piled high and low inside, all covered with pieces of felt cloth. At this moment, the felt cloth was being torn open by several men, and the first thing that came into view was a piece of armor.

Outside, gongs and drums were beating loudly. One by one, the villagers lined up and quietly picked up their armor, put it on, and walked to another place, where there were dense weapon racks under the removed felt cloth.

They walked forward in order, took off their sabers, spears, and shackles, put on their bows, crossbows, and shields, and headed out. Their movements were smooth and flowing like a fish in and out.

As the villagers, dressed in their armor, came out, voices of counting were heard outside.

"Team A reports the number."

"ten…"

"Nine."

"eight……"

"one."

"Team A is done, run forward, and assemble at the village entrance."

One after another, one group after another, the footsteps of the villagers wearing armor and carrying weapons became more orderly and heavy, and the whole mountain village was shaken by their footsteps.

Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, horses have gathered, all dressed up, and are waiting quietly in a line.

Xia Yong stood on the large bluestone. He was wearing armor and his hat almost covered his face, which made him look extremely serious, without any of his usual gentleness.

The villagers who ran over lined up quietly in front of him. After a burst of intensive drumbeats, the gongs and drums stopped.

"Everyone report." Xia Yong shouted in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, loud voices rang out among the villagers standing in line in front of him.

"All members of the First Class have arrived."

"All members of Class 2 have arrived."

"All members of the top three have arrived."

"All members of the fourth team have arrived."

"All members of the women's camp have arrived."

The sound fell and the village returned to silence again. Xia Yong glanced at them and looked forward.

"Welcome the flag." He said in a deep voice.

The villagers turned around and saw Yang Jing and seven or eight other people striding towards them in the direction they had just come from.

These men were pulling three carts. Their armor was not as strict as theirs. The carts were piled with things covered with felt. They looked very heavy and left deep marks on the road as they walked.

In addition to the car, Yang Jing was holding an unfurled flag in his hand.

When he got closer, Yang Jing stood still and raised the flag in his hand high up and waved it.

This is a scarlet flag. As it is waved, the patterns of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise on it flutter, with three large golden characters appearing in the middle.

"Welcome the flag!"

"Welcome the flag!"

Cheers suddenly broke out at the entrance of the village.

Looking at the fierce wind blowing the flags and shouting at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Hanqing's eyes lit up as he stood on the mountain road.

"Mom, I'm going." she shouted.

Xiao Zhi grabbed Duan and looked at her.

Zhao Hanqing wore a red cotton armor and the mask on his face was also changed to red. He looked more energetic than ever before.

"Fortunately, it's just right after some modifications." Xiao Wei said with a smile.

"Oh, mother." Zhao Hanqing shouted anxiously, "Second Uncle Xia and the others are leaving soon. Military regulations stipulate that those who are late will be beheaded."

Xiao Wei smiled and patted her.

"Go ahead," she said.

Zhao Hanqing's eyes were full of smiles. He hugged Xiao Zhi, turned around and ran down the mountain.

"Take good care of my young lady, don't be lazy." Liu'er shouted hurriedly from behind, "Don't steal my young lady's food."

Zhao Hanqing didn't even look back, just flying along the mountain road like a red cloud.

…

The carriage stopped on the road, and faint sounds of quarreling were heard from the front.

Madam Yu lifted the curtain and frowned slightly.

"Chengdong." She shouted, "What's wrong?"

Liang Chengdong walked back with a slightly red face.

"Ma'am, they're going in the wrong direction," he said.

"My direction is correct." Miss Jun said from behind, "There is a small road from here that can quickly pass through Zhending Prefecture and go to Hebei West Road."

"Have you been there?" Liang Chengdong asked.

Miss Jun shook her head.

"No," she said.

How can you be so sure without having been there? Liang Chengdong stared.

"Okay, let's listen to Miss Jun." Mrs. Yu said.

On what basis? Liang Chengdong glared and was about to say something, but Miss Jun suddenly snorted at him.

What? Liang Chengdong frowned and suddenly pricked up his ears.

There was a faint shaking of the ground, a sign of large-scale movement of people and horses.

Are there any troops passing by?

The troop movement in the north at this time was normal, but it was also possible that it was an abnormal movement.

Although the lady's trip was kept secret, she encountered robberies and attacks one after another along the way, which showed that the news had leaked. There were many people who wanted to stop her, and the lady meant a lot to Duke Cheng.

If his wife died on the way, Duke Cheng would be devastated.

Now, except for a few special ones, all the generals and officers in the northern army cannot be trusted.

Liang Chengdong's expression became tense.

The ground was shaking more and more, and a group of people appeared in sight.

The first thing that caught his eye was the armor. They were indeed soldiers. Liang Chengdong thought to himself, I wonder which army they are from? He narrowed his eyes and watched the group of people getting closer and closer. A large flag in the team also came into view.

Qing…shan…army.

Qingshan Army?

What kind of army is this? I have never heard of Hebei Road.

The girl next to him let out a short, low cry. Liang Chengdong looked over in surprise and saw that the girl, who had argued with him calmly just now, had changed her expression.

In the cold wind of the juncture, soldiers in bright armor rode their horses at a gallop. A large red flag fluttered in the wind above their heads, making a loud sound. The large golden characters sparkled in the sunlight.

Qingshan Army.

Qingshan Army.

Miss Jun had tears in her eyes.

This is the origin of Master’s wealth.

Qingshan, an army.