Li Guorui and Sun Sanjie were somewhat disappointed; the joy they had felt when they heard that reinforcements were coming had now disappeared.

The reinforcements standing before him were indeed wearing bright armor and riding strong horses, and they were even equipped with twin horses, which was extremely luxurious.

However, there were not many horses, only about thirty or forty at a glance, and the soldiers under the armor were old, young, and thin, and there were also women!

Are they reinforcements? Could they be a group of people gathered on the road? If it weren't for their fat horses and fine armor, they would be more like refugees.

Could it be that they stole the horse and armor?

With the recent withdrawal of troops from western Hebei, it is inevitable that military discipline has been lax, and it is possible that the armory was looted.

"Who are you?" Li Guorui asked with a frown, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course it's reinforcements." Zhao Hanqing said, pointing to the city gate in front of him, "Hurry up and open the gate to let the refugees in."

Who are you?

Li Guorui and Sun Sanjie looked strange.

A little girl movie...

"Ask your leader to come out and talk." Li Guorui said impatiently.

The line parted, and the people arrived before they appeared.

"Lord Li, we are indeed here to provide reinforcements."

The female voice was soft.

Li Guorui and Sun Sanjie saw someone coming.

Another little girl movie...

This one is not as good as the previous one. At least the previous one was wearing armor. Although it looked out of place, it at least looked presentable.

The woman who came over at this time was wearing a cotton robe and a big red shawl, with a rosy face and light makeup, looking like a young lady out for a trip.

"Let the person in charge speak." Sun Sanjie said unhappily. What are you doing? It's already this time.

"That's me." Miss Jun said.

What is it?

Li Guorui and Sun Sanjie were stunned.

"I am the leader of the Qingshan Army," Miss Jun said. "We are here to reinforce you and help you defend the city. Please open the gates and let the refugees in."

Based on what?

"With the seal of the Duke." Miss Jun said, handing over an envelope.

Duke Cheng?

Li Guorui and Sun Sanjie were startled, and subconsciously reached out to take it and opened it. Sure enough, there was the seal of Duke Cheng.

"Is it true?" Li Guorui asked in a low voice.

Sun Sanjie was a civil servant who was very good at identifying notes and seals. Moreover, his geographical location allowed him to frequently deal with Duke Cheng, so he could tell the real from the fake at a glance.

"It's true." He said with a complicated expression.

Li Guorui's expression suddenly became excited.

Unexpectedly, Duke Cheng was thinking about them and sent reinforcements... well, although the reinforcements were a little small and didn't look like an army at all... it was understandable. After all, it was difficult for Duke Cheng himself to be at the border and fight against 50,000 to 60,000 Jin troops.

Even in such a difficult time, he still allocated troops to them. It is true that Duke Cheng never abandons anyone.

Trusting and obeying Duke Cheng had become a habit in their bones, and neither of them said anything more at the moment.

"I obey your command." They said in unison.

…

Although Changfeng is only a county town, due to its important geographical location and the place of strategic conflict, the city was built particularly solidly. Therefore, the first choice for refugees from all over the country is to flock here.

At this time, it was noon, and standing on the city wall, you could see groups of people outside the city gate. Although they were turned away, many of them were reluctant to leave.

I don't know when many huts were built in the wilderness outside the city, and it has become a settlement.

But there is nothing to be thankful for in this gathering place. It is freezing cold, and the people are starving and freezing. The weak are getting weaker and weaker. The suffering has made their humanity fade away, and their bestiality has emerged.

With a scream, the black, stone-like steamed bun in the little girl's hand was snatched away, and the little girl was picked up by a pale, thin but ferocious man.

"Please spare my life, please spare my life." An old woman rushed over and hugged the man's legs.

"You still haven't paid me back the steamed buns you owed me last time, and you want to shirk your debt." The man shouted fiercely, "If you don't pay me back, I'll pay you back with my body."

After saying this, he kicked the old woman away.

Three other men came over and looked at the struggling and crying girl with greedy looks.

"Although she's a little thinner, she's still young." One of them grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

The meaning of these words made the old woman even more desperate, and she rushed over again.

"Take me, take me, and leave my granddaughter alone," she cried.

The men kicked her away again.

"Who wants an old thing like you?" they cursed.

Looking at this scene, some people around were angry while others were numb, and no one stood up to stop it. They had seen this kind of thing many times and could not do anything about it. They were not sure whether they could survive, so how could they care about others?

Several men laughed and shook the girl.

"You can play with it before cooking," he said.

The old woman was kicked and couldn't get up. She looked at the screaming and crying girl with tears streaming down her face.

How did the day turn out like this?

"Oh God, do you still have eyes..." she cried, stretching her hands to the sky.

Before he finished his words, there was a "plop" sound, and the man holding the girl fell straight to the ground, and the girl in his hands fell with him.

The man knelt on the ground, breaking into pieces like a bamboo, and finally lay motionless on the ground.

On his neck, a feathered arrow trembled.

The crying and shouting stopped, and then screams broke out.

"who?"

The remaining stunned men came to their senses and looked around hurriedly, only to see a group of soldiers coming from not far away, with a big red flag flying behind them. Among them was a soldier with a thin figure and a mask, whose face could not be identified clearly whether he was a man or a woman, pointing a crossbow at them.

Officers and soldiers!

A few men were about to shout loudly, but with two buzzing sounds, arrows flew over and three arrows were shot at the same time, piercing the throats of the three men.

He coughed a few times and died without even having time to scream.

The wilderness was completely quiet, with only the granddaughter in the old woman's arms still crying.

"The gates are open!"

Suddenly a refugee shouted.

Only then did everyone see that the city gate, which had been closed for half a month, was actually opened.

Suddenly the whole place was boiling with excitement, and everyone got up and rushed towards the city gate.

With a loud bang, the team of soldiers standing not far away lined up in a row, aiming their bows, arrows and spears at the refugees.

The excited refugees stopped and looked terrified.

Is this going to massacre them?

"Refugees can enter the city, but rioters cannot." A man stepped out from the group of officers and soldiers and shouted, "Anyone who commits robbery, rape, or thieves is not allowed to enter the city."

What?

There was a commotion in the wildness.

"The elderly, the weak, women and children should go first," the man continued, "Anyone can point out those who are causing trouble."

There is such a rule.

Many people in the wilderness changed their expressions, but their looks were still skeptical.

Gradually, the old, the weak, women and children came forward and walked towards the city gate under the watchful eyes of the officers and soldiers. As expected, there was no obstruction.

"After entering the city, go to the City God Temple. There is a porridge factory there." The man continued.

They're even giving out porridge?

Suddenly more people came out of the wilderness, and this time some young people squeezed in and ran in the front.

But the next moment an arrow shot at his feet.

The young man was so frightened that he stopped immediately.

"The elderly, the weak, women and children go first." The man said coldly.

Looking at this row of soldiers holding bows and crossbows, the young man dared not move forward.

The refugees began to enter the city quietly and orderly. Suddenly, a scream was heard in the crowd, and a woman rushed forward and grabbed a skinny man.

"He killed my daughter, he killed my daughter," the woman shouted.

The man was busy waving his arms with a flashing look in his eyes.

"I didn't, you're talking nonsense." He also shouted.

Zhao Hanqing aimed his crossbow at him.

"Any witnesses?" she asked.

The crowd was silent and silent, when suddenly someone stood up. It was a thin child.

"I, I saw it," he stammered, pointing at the man.

Soon more people stood up.

"I see."

"I bear witness to this."

"He did evil and raped someone's daughter to death."

Looking at this chaotic scene, the man could no longer hide his panic.

"She did it voluntarily. She asked me for it voluntarily." He raised his hand and shouted, while shaking off the woman and running towards the city gate.

After running only two steps, Zhao Hanqing's arrow had pierced his back, and the man fell to the ground, twitching twice and unable to move.

Looking at the dead man, the woman burst into tears and knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to the officer.

"Let's go into the city quickly." Zhao Hanqing said, still holding the crossbow steadily and aiming at the refugees.

But at this moment many people no longer felt fear, and instead felt extremely reassured looking at the bows, crossbows and spears of the officers and soldiers.

The old woman hugged her granddaughter, tears streaming down her face, and kowtowed to the ground slowly again.

"It's not that I don't want to take revenge, it's just that the time has not come yet." She murmured, "God still has eyes, God still has eyes."

She kowtowed repeatedly, and someone beside her helped her up.

"Auntie, let's go into the city quickly," they said, with joy at having survived a disaster.

The old woman stood up tremblingly, holding her granddaughter.

"What kind of soldier is this? I must remember my benefactor." She murmured.

"What's written on the flag is," an old man in a ragged Confucian robe heard, squinted his eyes and looked at the big flag behind the officers and soldiers and read, "Qingshan Army."