With a whooshing sound, the three stones once again formed a perfect line and landed in the middle of the army formation ahead.

Boom three times.

The soldiers in the army were thrown to the ground, and the vanguards who were charging in the front fell down with screams and cries of pain. The soldiers in the rear were not spared either, and their formation was disrupted mentally and psychologically by the horses running around.

After three times, the Jin army's camp, which had been strict and fierce, had become a mess.

What on earth is this?

Not to mention the other party's shock, Li Guorui and others were also stunned, with a buzzing sound in their ears and a mess in their minds.

But this is not the end. Flags were waving and the women turned the baggage cart over again. After a dazzling series of movements, the baggage cart changed its appearance again. Ten women turned a winch together, and with a creaking sound, the poles that were originally placed under the cart rose up obliquely like long spears.

This is...

Li Guorui just felt his throat was dry.

Just as the thought came to his mind, he heard another shot, and with a whooshing sound, the long guns on the baggage cart flew towards the gold thieves' camp.

In the blink of an eye, a long spear pierced through a Jin soldier who was running towards him with a big sword in hand.

No, it hasn’t stopped yet. It’s not just one, but two, three…

Li Guorui swallowed his saliva.

A long gun and a string of soldiers, a string.

Spears rained down like rain, submerging the Jin army's camp in the storm.

It turns out that this war can be fought this way.

What is the point of fighting? This is simply a massacre.

…

The guards on the Changfeng city wall were more nervous than usual. Firstly, it was getting dark and the people outside had not returned yet. Secondly, a group of officials in formal robes were furious behind them.

"How many days have you been out?" they shouted angrily, "A thousand people dared to go deep into Bazhou. Do you know how many Jin soldiers there are in Bazhou now?"

Sun Sanjie stretched out a hand.

"Nearly five thousand," he said.

"You still have the nerve to say that." The judge no longer cared about etiquette and spat in his head.

Sun Sanjie cried out that he was innocent.

"I originally said to take 2,000 people, but Miss Jun said 1,000 people would be enough. 2,000 people would be too many and would slow down the operation. She also said that it would be better to have more people guarding the city. If the Jin soldiers attacked, they could still win by numbers," he said.

This sounds a bit strange, as if to say that their two thousand people are not as good as one thousand people.

But now is not the time to get entangled, the judge spat again.

"Who asked you this!" he shouted, "I'm asking if you are crazy, that you dare to run to where the Jin people are with only a thousand people."

Sun Sanjie looked serious.

"Sir, I am not afraid of danger and I am ready to die," he said.

Don't they know the danger? But what does it matter? As a general, you just follow orders and move forward.

This is a belief that has been ingrained in them over the past decade.

The magistrate was speechless again and filled with anger.

"Have you ever thought about what if this is not the order of Duke Cheng?" he shouted in a deep voice.

Sun Sanjie was stunned.

"Have you heard of this Qingshan Army?" the magistrate shouted again.

Sun Sanjie shook his head.

"I have never heard of such an army, nor have I heard of such people under the command of Duke Chengguo." The magistrate said solemnly, "What if these people are spies of the Jin people? If they leave and never come back, our 1,000 men will fall into the wolf's mouth."

Sun Sanjie shook his head again.

"I don't think so." He said hesitantly, "The Qingshan Army still has people here."

Did they keep someone? What kind of person did they keep?

"It's a woman." Sun Sanjie said, "I think she's Miss Jun's...mother?"

Miss Jun has heard this many times since she came here and is very familiar with it.

Does this Miss Jun have a mother?

It's ridiculous enough for a woman to bring men to war, but she also brings her mother?

What a mess.

How to fight this battle!

"Where is it?" the judge shouted unhappily.

Sun Sanjie quickly pointed in a direction.

"Provide porridge to the disaster victims at the City God Temple," he said.

…

Since the city gates were opened to receive refugees, nearly four to five hundred people have gathered in Changfeng City.

Every day, some people left for places further south of Hejian Prefecture, but at the same time, new refugees fled in.

A dozen large pots were placed in front of the orange and yellow, steaming in the winter, making people feel relaxed at the sight of them.

It was dinner time, and the refugees lined up and came forward one by one. Although there were many people, it was quiet and orderly.

The officials including the Tongpan who came in a hurry could not help but pause when they saw this scene.

In the past, they had seen many porridge distributions and met refugees, but the scenes were always chaotic.

Now the refugees here are quiet, there is no noise or crying, even the huts they live in are built neatly, and there is no stench or dirt from people urinating or defecating anywhere.

and……

The judge pointed to the person distributing porridge in front of the big pot.

“These look like refugees?” he asked.

Sun Sanjie nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, Miss Jun said that the soldiers will defend the city, and the refugees can take care of these small things themselves." He said, "These, from cooking porridge to distributing porridge to cleaning up the dishes, are all done by the refugees themselves."

The refugees did this themselves?

The Tongpan and others, who had experienced the officialdom, had long seen clearly what the nature of the refugees was. When people were in trouble, they were basically disorderly.

"With the Qingshan Army here, everyone is very obedient." Sun Sanjie said with a smile, pointing in a direction.

Didn't the Qingshan Army go to Bazhou? Besides, where are the soldiers here? The judge and others frowned and looked where he was pointing.

In front of the City God Temple a huge flag fluttered in the wind, a red flag with golden characters on it, "Qingshan Army".

"With this flag, everyone will keep order." Sun Sanjie said with a smile.

flag?

Can a flag keep the refugees in order? In the past, even hundreds of soldiers could not stop the refugees from looting.

How is this done?

"Because the Qingshan Army is very particular about order." Sun Sanjie said with some sigh, "and they keep their words."

In addition to the initial killing of those vicious refugees outside the city gate, several troublesome refugees were also beheaded on the spot without mercy when distributing porridge.

Those who don't follow the order will be killed at will. This is shocking but also proves that as long as we follow the order, we can be protected without worries.

Where did such brutal soldiers come from? It must be fake.

The magistrate and others frowned even more tightly.

"Where is Miss Jun's mother?" he asked.

Sun Sanjie pointed inside the temple.

"The lady is resting in the temple," he said.

The judge walked towards the temple with his men in big strides, looking gloomy.

No matter if he is pretending to be a god or playing tricks, arrest him and interrogate him first.

There are quite a few people sitting or standing inside the City God Temple, all of them are the elderly, the weak, women and children. Is it because this place is more sheltered from wind and snow than the huts, so these people are allowed to rest here?

As we got closer, we could smell hot air coming from the temple, and it was obvious that there was a charcoal fire burning inside.

It’s so luxurious! How much rice can a pot of charcoal fire exchange for?

How can you be an officer or soldier if you can't even endure this little bit of hardship?

The magistrate became even angrier and stepped into the temple. A group of people came here in a hurry. People in the temple looked over and saw that they were all wearing official robes. Everyone stood up anxiously.

Amid the commotion, a woman who was quietly eating porridge in front of a Buddha statue stood out.

She wore a flowered jacket and a headscarf to keep warm, and looked like a village woman.

At first, Sun Sanjie thought that this woman was a refugee rescued by the Qingshan Army, but she was very dignified and respected by Miss Jun, although she never came to see anyone without making any noise.

So Sun Sanjie guessed that this was Miss Jun's elder.

Women can come to fight in the war, so it's not surprising to bring one's mother along.

She seemed not to hear the noisy footsteps here and continued to eat her porridge quietly.

Sun Sanjie rushed forward.

"Madam, this is Lord Tian, ​​the Tongpan of Hejian Prefecture," he said, lowering his voice, "He has come specially for the Qingshan Army."

With this reminder, this woman should know how to face the magistrate and others, right?

At least you know how to greet people, right?

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman in front of him put down the spoon, wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and turned her head.

"Tian Yao?" she said, looking at the judge and others standing at the door, and nodded, "You are here."

Oh, this woman, why didn't she stand up to greet him, but instead called the magistrate by his name!

Sun Sanjie was startled, but then he was stunned.

How does this woman know Mr. Tian’s name?

As the thought flashed through his mind, he heard a low cry. He looked over and saw that the magistrate, who had been so domineering and angry just now, was now horrified and had lowered his head, even bowing and paying homage.

"Madam Chengguo!" The magistrate called out in a trembling voice, bowing and looking up, "Why are you here?"