Jin Shiba and five others had been following Qingshan's army.

It was not known whether they had had enough of these villagers' tricks and had given up trying to escape, or for some other reason, but they did not attempt to use any tricks and even hardly spoke a word, just like these villagers. Even the villagers had forgotten who they were, not to mention the officers and soldiers of Hejian Prefecture.

Although Lei Zhonglian was not afraid of Jin Shiba and others, he was still cautious and smiled coldly at this time.

"I'm so sorry to have let you down," he said.

In short, he just walked past him without fear that Jin Shiba and others would kill him from behind or run away.

He ran to the place where the baggage carts were surrounded not far away. Miss Jun was talking to Yang Jing and others.

"So this is how these are made." Yang Jing nodded with some realization after hearing what Miss Jun said, "We didn't know. If Miss Jun hadn't told us, then these ammunitions would have been used up."

Miss Jun was also impressed when she saw the pile of newly made bullets.

"So this is how these things are used," she said, sighing, "If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't have known that these messy things he took me to play with were actually used for this purpose."

Since she brought people to follow Miss Jun, Miss Jun did not refuse or say anything when they wanted to follow her. She just looked at their armor and the weapons they carried.

Then, he bought various materials to make more of these weapons along the way, asked about their usual military formations, and re-arranged the new formations based on the number of people.

They are like a knife, treasured for many years, unsheathed one day, carefully polished and stained with blood, now sharp and cold, invincible.

Liang Chengdong was also quite touched standing aside, looking at the neatly arranged stone bullets and the baggage cart.

The pots, bowls, rice and grains on the cart can be used to conveniently rescue refugees encountered along the way, but at the same time the cart can be disassembled to serve as a shield, or the entire car can be transformed into a crossbow, from which the arrows shot out are so powerful and fast that they can penetrate a team of Jin soldiers.

This car is a bodhisattva in the eyes of refugees, and can instantly transform into a Vajra Yaksha.

This is a powerful weapon that can be used for both attack and defense. He no longer dares to complain about why the Qingshan Army always carries this bulky vehicle that affects its speed.

Also, their armor looks no different from that of the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but if you look closely, you can see that the armor has three layers and is extremely precise. The Jin arrows are very venomous, and this kind of armor can play a great role in blocking them.

The last time they fought against a group of Jin soldiers, both the soldiers of Shun'an Army and Qingshan Army were shot. Several soldiers of Shun'an Army died on the spot, while two men of Qingshan Army seemed to be bleeding profusely, but when they removed their armor, the arrows did not penetrate deeply into their flesh, so they saved their lives.

Everyone knows how important life is on the battlefield, but after Liang Chengdong carefully looked at their armor, he gave up the idea of ​​making such armor himself.

Lives are piled up with money. The cost of making this one piece of armor is equivalent to the cost of hundreds of pieces used by their army.

This is impossible.

Only these bandits can do this. Liang Chengdong is both envious and helpless.

There were also some small things, such as the bamboo tube hanging on Yang Jing's waist. This thing could allow people to see far away places. It was just like the legendary clairvoyance, which attracted the generals in Shun'an Army to come and see it.

Needless to say, this thing is definitely worth more.

Did these bandits rob the Immortal Palace? How come I have never seen these things before?

Lei Zhonglian ran over to tell Miss Jun the news from Xia Yong.

"The Jin soldiers are numerous and have already approached the border," he said, "and they have also held many civilians hostage. Should we rob them or not?"

"Of course they did." Miss Jun said without hesitation, "Even if we are close to the border, we cannot watch our people and compatriots being taken away by others."

After saying that, he looked aside.

"History."

Zhao Hanqing, who was sitting on top of the baggage cart with his legs swinging, uttered a sigh and jumped down.

"Take your men to find out how many Jin troops there are, which route they are taking, how fast they are marching, and whether there are any Jin troops outside the country to support them," said Miss Jun.

Zhao Hanqing responded by jumping on his horse, and two others followed suit, and the three of them galloped away.

…

When the sky was just getting light, Zhuang Laosan suddenly woke up from a nap. He looked at the dim green light in a daze and felt a little sigh.

Another day alive.

It was such a blessing to be alive, but Zhuang Lao San did not look very happy.

As a man getting older, he suddenly doesn't know whether he is lucky to be alive or lucky to be dead.

I heard a child crying.

"Grandma, grandma, please get up."

Zhuang Lao San turned his head and saw a boy of five or six years old pushing an old woman on the ground next to him.

The old woman was motionless and seemed to be asleep.

Zhuang Laosan's heart skipped a beat and he quickly reached out to feel the old woman's breath, his face looking sad.

Someone else couldn't bear it and died.

It was freezing cold and many people were tired and hungry. After sleeping on the cold ground all night, they couldn't wake up.

He went forward and picked up the child.

"Heixiao, your grandma is tired, don't disturb her." He coaxed.

The child was a child after all and was soon coaxed to stop crying.

"Third Master, I'm hungry." He said while blinking and biting his black fingers.

Zhuang Lao San sighed.

"We're almost there. There'll be food when we get there," he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of shouting, accompanied by the crackling sound of whips, the crying of children, the screams of women, and the cries of men. The originally dark ground began to shake, and men and women, young and old, appeared everywhere.

These were the people who were captured and taken away by the Jin people for enslavement.

One man was a little slow in his movements, and was beaten to the ground by a Jin soldier who had been driven away. He twitched a few times and was beaten to death.

There were cries and sounds of fear all around, but no one dared to step forward.

Zhuang Lao San hugged the child in his arms tightly to cover his eyes, his cloudy eyes were filled with tears.

When we arrived at the Jin people's place, we were treated like cattle and horses. How could we have a good life there?

"Hurry up, hurry up." An interpreter dressed as a golden man came riding over, with his hands on his waist, shouting, "If you walk too slowly and delay the adults' journey, you will be beaten to death."

The people protected and supported each other, looking at the densely packed tall and brightly armored Jin soldiers on both sides, lurking like wild beasts in the hazy morning light.

"Let's go quickly, we'll arrive today." the interpreter continued.

After hearing this, the people became even more panicked and cried even louder.

Although my home is long gone, the land under my feet is still familiar. Now I have to leave even this land.

The cries became louder and louder, which made the Jin soldiers on all sides very unhappy. A dozen Jin soldiers rode forward, raised their sabers and hit the civilians on the head, causing screams to break out.

Zhuang Lao San hugged the child tightly, hunched his shoulders, and squeezed through the crowd and walked forward with all his strength.

Although living is so difficult, he still wants to live, as if he is still waiting for a glimmer of hope, although he himself does not know what he is waiting for.

Amid the cries, the civilians and soldiers began to move forward slowly. Suddenly, the Jin soldiers in front of them made a commotion and the marching team stopped.

What's wrong? What happened?

Old Man Zhuang looked up in confusion. Not only did the Jin soldiers' formation stop, but there was also a noisy sound. Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, from their expressions he could see that they were cursing angrily. Not only that, the usually ferocious Jin soldiers seemed a little afraid.

Fear? What would make them afraid?

Zhuang Lao San couldn't help but look forward. The green light faded away, and the morning light began to rise in the sky. In this morning light, there was a square formation standing in front of him.

No one knew when this formation came, it seemed to have dropped from the sky.

This formation of long spears was like a forest, and their armor gleamed in the morning light. They stood firmly on the ground like a mountain.

"I am the Great Zhou Army, and I am here to protect the country and the people under the orders of the Emperor. I now order you to hand over the people of the Great Zhou, or I will punish you severely!"

Loud shouts came from the mountains.

Is this the Great Zhou Army?

The morning light grew brighter and brighter, and the mountain became clearer and clearer. Flags were everywhere, and one of them was bright red, dancing in the wind in the winter morning light.

Zhuang Lao San stared at the flag with wide eyes, and finally the three words "Qingshan Army" came into his sight.

Qingshan Army.

Qingshan Army.

Zhuang Lao San fell to his knees holding the child in his arms. He put his head on the ground, pressed his dry lips tightly against the cold ground, and kissed the child again and again, tears streaming down his face.

Don't abandon me.

Don't abandon me.