Wen Fei walked in a hurry when leaving Jiangzhou with people, and she almost left with an attitude of fleeing. Except for Chu Xi and Chu's family, or apart from Chu Xi, no one knew why she left so eagerly. Only in the dark, with a pair of eyes watching her leaving behind, the undercurrent began to surge under the calm appearance...

Outside the city of Jiangzhou, a group of people rode their horses and spurred their whip. They walked straight for twenty to thirty miles before slowing down slightly.

Yang Qi glanced back and couldn't see the familiar city wall in Jiangzhou, so he retracted his gaze and asked, "General, where are we going now? Are we going to Huaicheng along this road?"

Wen Fei rode his horse and walked in the forefront. In the past few days, she was in a bad mood, and her face was so cold that the guards were very careful in front of her and did not dare to ask more. But when Yang Qi asked, she didn't feel unhappy. She just looked down and thought for a while and said: "No, let's not go to Huaicheng, let's go to Rongcheng."

Yang Qi was a little surprised when he heard that, because the road under his feet led to Huaicheng, but the one going to Rongcheng was in the other direction, and they had to turn back and make a detour when they got here. In other words, if the general's idea was to go to Rongcheng from the beginning, then they should go out of the city from another direction instead of going around in a big circle like they do now.

However, even if Yang Qi and others didn't understand Wen Fei's thoughts, they were prohibited by the military orders, and the group just followed the orders.

At the moment, the group of people turned around and detoured from the small road to Rongcheng.

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Riding horses and whips, all the way to dust.

The originally beautiful Jiangnan was still badly damaged by the flood. Wen Fei and others traveled all the way to Rongcheng. Although they were not hungry and perished, they were also desolate.

In such an environment, the guards also calmed down and rushed silently most of the time along the way. Occasionally I met a few victims on the road. Looking at the poor, the guards would even share some of the dry food they brought. It is also a shame that this group of people are strong men, and they also have knives and swords, even if they are extremely hungry. The victims of the disaster did not dare to rob them. Otherwise, they will act like this, I'm afraid they will be robbed and cleaned long ago!

This way is fairly smooth, after four or five days, Rongcheng is not far away.

That night, everyone did not find a place to stay, so they had to find an open space leeward to camp out... In fact, a lot of post stations along the south of the Yangtze River were repaired. It is a pity that although a flood did not inundate all the posts, the refugees passed by. , These stations were either robbed or smashed, and most of them were destroyed in the end.

Fortunately, Wen Fei and his party are all from the army, camping and sleeping in the wilderness are nothing special. Even if they are used to a worse life, it is not difficult for them now.

Seeing the sky dimmed, everyone immediately divided the work and cooperated. Almost no one is idle for those who make fire, those who boil water, those who feed horses, and those who patrol the surroundings and arrange traps to guard against beasts. Then, within half an hour, everything was in order.

Wen Fei was holding a peeled branch in his hand. One end of the branch was sharpened. He put on dry food and roasted on the fire. After a while, he could smell the aroma of the roasted food.

A group of military men are not very particular people, except Wen Fei, everyone else just took dry food and ate them with two mouthfuls of cold boil at most. However, the food is more fragrant after being roasted, so that the aroma also attracted a group of uninvited guests-it was a group of ragged refugees. They did not know where they were hiding before. The guards did not find them when they visited the surroundings. . But now these people came out one by one from the small woods close to the back of the camp, staring at the dry food in everyone's hands, as if hungry wolves were eyeing their prey.

The guards are used to the wind and rain, and everyone's hands are more or less contaminated with life. It is not an exaggeration to say that the heavens are not afraid. But at this moment, facing the hungry eyes of these refugees, a layer of goose bumps appeared inexplicably behind them.

Yang Qi frowned tightly, but didn't intend to hand out the dry food like the previous few times, but instead held the handle of the knife in one hand.

The guards also responded in the same way. Although they often have a soft heart, they are not those who are weak to be deceived, let alone overwhelming with kindness. This group of refugees is obviously unkind. Although they still have dry food, they can't be robbed!

With a "swish", the guards drew out their knives together, with their blades facing outwards, facing the refugees who were gradually surrounding them in a shocking posture.

The progress of the refugees stagnated, and was frightened by the cold blade, and stopped with a wince. As a result, the shocking aura dissipated, and these refugees became pitiful again. Many of them were elderly or young. Ai Ai's gaze looked very pitiful.

However, this time the guards did not relent, they raised their swords, and drove these refugees away from them in a driving posture.

Wen Fei never said anything. She ate the baked dry food slowly, as if she didn't see the group of refugees in her eyes. But until these refugees were driven away, she could still feel her eyes faintly falling on her...

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After rushing all day long, when it comes to rest at night, it is always sleepy. Therefore, after nightfall, except for those who took turns to watch the night, the rest soon fell asleep and fell asleep.

Wen Fei searched for an open space, spread a blanket on the ground, and slept in his clothes.

The night was getting late, and there was calm in the temporary camp. Except for the snoring of the guards one after another, there was only a sound of insects, and there seemed to be a different kind of vitality and excitement in the calm.

However, I don't know when it will start, and the fog at night seems to be thicker, slowly covering it.

Gradually, the sound of insects disappeared, and the snoring sound seemed to gradually subsided, and he fell completely into silence. The guards who watched the night seemed ignorant of this. At first, they had bright eyes open and looked around vigilantly from time to time. But with the passage of time, the environment became too comfortable, and the guards who watched the night gradually became sleepy.

He saw his eyelids droop little by little, and when he was about to close it, he managed to open it again, struggling to fight his sleepiness. It's a pity that it was too difficult. After several struggles, the guard moved his head down and finally fell asleep.

The military practice is cautious. Naturally, the night watch will not only be arranged for one person, at least three or five people will be taken care of, and tonight is no exception. But it's weird that the three or five people who were on the night watch were sleepy almost at the same time, and in the end they couldn't hold back their sleepiness and fell asleep when they were on duty. As a result, in this temporary camp, everyone fell asleep and didn't know anything about their surroundings.

Deeper and more revealing, silhouettes of people slowly appeared in the dense night, rushing toward the camp as if surrounded.

When the figures came closer, you could see that they were thin and ragged...they were the group of refugees who had been driven out by the guards before. It turned out that they were only expelled, but did not leave, instead they came back in the middle of the night.

The refugees were very quiet. They approached silently, squatted down silently, and then silently opened everyone’s luggage—all edible things like dry food were robbed first, and those who robbed it immediately took it. The food was stuffed into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, and when he was choked, he would roll his eyes without stopping, as if he only hesitated, the food he grabbed would be robbed again. Then there were gold and silver, water sacs, clothes, and everything that could be used, all of which were snatched by these refugees.

If it hadn't been for the courage and courage of the guards before, for fear that the action would be too great to wake people up, I am afraid that these refugees would not even let go of the clothes on the guards, so they must be clean!

In addition to clothes, the guards also left another thing, that is the sword held in everyone's arms!

No one knows what the sword means to soldiers better than this group of people who have been on the battlefield for many years. Therefore, they will place the baggage at will at night, but the weapon will always be placed in the most comfortable place. Most of them even slept with their swords directly on their pillows, or fell asleep with their swords in their arms. In this case, if they wanted to take their weapons, they would surely be alarmed.

But it is so, some people do it...

"Stop, what are you doing?!" An old man murmured after seeing this scene first.

It was a young man who stretched out his hand to steal the knife, and when he heard the old man's scolding, his hand shrank, but then he mustered up the courage and said, "Grandpa, leave it alone. These people are so fierce because they have swords. Waiting for us to steal these, see what they are better? In the end, won't they be the same as us, maybe even we are not as good as us!"

The old man was suddenly anxious when he heard the words, but before he could even reprimand him, he looked up and found that most of his surrounding companions were showing emotions. Then he couldn't control the situation anymore, and he couldn't wait to reach out to the swords of the guards.

The next moment, I only heard a "choking" sound, the sound of a knife colliding in its sheath.

Everyone listened to this strange voice, but they didn't react to it for a while. But then they heard a soft cry, and then saw that the young man who reached out first suddenly retracted his hand, and then covered his hand with a painful expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" Someone just asked, and suddenly saw the person who had just closed his eyes and drowsed and opened his eyes. Then he felt a pain in his hand without waiting for him to react, and then also retracted his hand to cover his face, with a painful expression... At this time, the boy didn't need to explain, he also understood it, it turned out that the boy was knocked by someone with a scabbard. It hurts!

This movement seemed to be a signal, and the people who had just lay down and fell asleep jumped up.

The refugees who reacted turned around and ran. It was also like an old man who couldn't get away at an age, so he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. But there are also courageous people who simply do nothing and do nothing, relying on the crowd to shout slogans, they have to fight with the guards...

The scene became chaotic for a while. The guards originally had their hands left, but later discovered that these refugees were holding a stone and greeted them on their heads, which was obviously going to kill them. So they also put away their mercy and drew their swords to fight.

This was a melee that no one thought of. At first, the guards only acted as the refugees who came to steal things, but then it suddenly developed into a fight. But the final development of the matter still exceeded everyone's expectations. Because in this chaos, the first touch of blood that bloomed was actually from Wen Fei's hand.

The author has something to say: PS: After the separation, the time will be faster, and the time will be skipped at the beginning of the next chapter.

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