Jun Jiuling

Jin Shiba and other five people have been following Qingshan Army.

I don’t know if it’s because they’ve had enough of these villagers’ tricks and can’t escape, or for some other reason. They didn’t try to do anything, and they hardly even spoke. Like these villagers, even the villagers forgot that they were Who, not to mention the officers and soldiers of the Hejian Mansion.

Although Lei Zhonglian wasn't afraid of Jin Shiba and the others, she carried it carefully, and at this time she smiled coldly.

"I'm so sorry to keep disappointing you," he said.

After all, he walked past him, and he was not afraid of Jin Shiba and others attacking behind his back or running away.

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

"It turns out that these are made in this way." Yang Jing nodded in a daze after listening to Miss Jun's words, "We don't know, if Miss Jun didn't tell you, then these ammunition will be used up when they are used up."

Miss Jun also sighed as she looked at the newly made stone bullets piled up on her face.

"So these are used in this way." She said, and sighed softly, "If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't have known in my life that those messy things he played with me were used in this way."

Since she brought people to follow Miss Jun, Miss Jun didn't refuse or say anything about their going with her, she just looked at their armor and the weapons they carried.

Then, as they walked along the way, they purchased various materials to make more of these weapons, asked about their usual formations, and rearranged new formations based on the number of people.

They are like a knife that has been treasured for ages. Once it is drawn out of its sheath, it can be carefully wiped and polished.

Standing aside, Liang Chengdong was also quite touched, looking at the neatly placed stone bombs and the baggage cart.

The pots, pans and pans on the car can be used to help refugees encountered along the way, but at the same time, the car can be disassembled as a shield, or the whole car can be turned into a crossbow. The arrows fired are powerful and fast. Can penetrate a team of golden soldiers.

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

This is a heavy weapon that can be used to advance, attack, retreat, and defend. He no longer dares to dislike why the Qingshan Army always carries such a heavy vehicle that affects speed.

Also, their armor looks no different from that of the generals of the Zhou Dynasty, but if you look closely, the armor has three layers, extremely precise, and the arrows of the golden man are poisonous. This kind of armor can greatly play a role in blocking .

The last time when fighting against a group of Jin soldiers, both the soldiers of the Shun'an Army and the soldiers of the Qingshan Army were shot. Several soldiers of the Shun'an Army were killed on the spot, while the two men of the Qingshan Army seemed to be bleeding profusely. Uncovering the armor, the arrow didn't go deep into the flesh, so he saved his life.

Everyone knows how important life is on the battlefield, but Liang Chengdong took a closer look at their armor suits afterwards and dispelled his own idea of ​​making such armor suits.

Life is all piled up with money, and the cost of making this armor suit is worth a hundred of them used in the army.

it's out of the question.

Only these tyrants can do this, Liang Chengdong is envious and helpless.

There are also some small things, such as the bamboo tube hanging on Yang Jing's waist, which can allow people to see far away, it is simply the legendary clairvoyance, which attracted the attention of the generals in the Shun'an Army.

No need to ask, this thing must be more valuable.

Did these bandits rob the Immortal Mansion? How come these things have never been seen before?

Lei Zhonglian rushed to tell Miss Jun about the news from Xia Yong.

"There are a lot of golden soldiers, and they are already close to the border." He said, "There are also a lot of people being held hostage, should we rob or not?"

"Of course it was robbed." Miss Jun said without hesitation, "Even if we are close to the border, we can't watch our people and our compatriots be robbed by others."

After all, he looked aside.

"History."

Zhao Hanqing, who was sitting on the roof of the luggage cart with his legs dangling, groaned and jumped down.

"Take someone to find out how many soldiers and horses the Jin people are taking, which route they are walking, and the speed at which they are traveling. There are Jin soldiers from outside the country to respond." Miss Jun said.

In response, Zhao Hanqing got on his horse, followed by two others, and the three galloped away.

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When the sky was dim, Zhuang Laosan woke up from a doze, was startled and sighed at the dim blue light.

Live another day.

How lucky to be alive, but Zhuang Laosan didn't look very happy.

As a man who is getting older, he now suddenly does not know whether he is lucky to be alive or lucky to be dead.

The cry of a child was heard.

"Grandma, grandma, get up."

Zhuang Laosan turned his head and saw a five or six-year-old boy pushing an old woman on the ground next to him.

The old woman was motionless as if in deep sleep.

Zhuang Laosan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stretched out his hand to check the old woman's breath, with a sad expression on his face.

Someone else couldn't stand it and died.

Tired and hungry in the freezing weather, many people couldn't wake up after sleeping on the cold ground all night.

He stepped forward and picked up the child.

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

After all, the child was the child and was quickly coaxed from crying.

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

Zhuang Laosan sighed.

"We're almost there, we'll have something to eat when we get there," he said.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of screaming, accompanied by crackling whips, children crying, women's screams, men's cries of pain, and the originally dark earth moved. Look around at a crowd of men, women, young and old.

These are the people who were plundered by the Jin people and wanted to take away for slavery.

There was a man who moved a bit slower, and a golden soldier who was called out twitched three times and fell to the ground, convulsing twice and beating him to death.

There were cries and fears all around, but no one dared to step forward.

Zhuang Laosan hugged the child in his arms tightly to cover his eyes, which were filled with tears.

In the place of the Jinren, they are like cattle and horses, how can they have a good life.

"Hurry up, hurry up." An interpreter dressed as a golden man came running up on horseback, with arms crossed and shouted, "Go slowly, and you will delay the journey of the adults, but you will be beaten to death."

The people supported each other and looked at the densely packed tall golden soldiers with bright armor on both sides, watching them like wild beasts in the misty morning light.

"Let's go, we can arrive today." The interpreter continued.

Hearing this, the expressions of the people became even more panicked, and their cries became louder.

Although the home is long gone, there is still a familiar land under my feet, and now even this land is about to leave.

The crying became louder and louder, which made the golden soldiers on all sides very unhappy. More than a dozen golden soldiers rushed forward, raised their sabers and beat the common people with their sabers, screaming all at once.

Zhuang Laosan hugged the child tightly, shrunk his shoulders, squeezed in the crowd and walked forward vigorously.

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.

Amidst the cries, the soldiers and horses of the common people began to move forward slowly. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the golden soldiers in front, and the marching team stopped.

What's wrong? What happened?

The old man Zhuang raised his head in confusion. Not only did the golden soldiers' phalanx stop, but there were also noisy voices. Although they couldn't understand their words, they looked like they were cursing angrily. It seems a little scared.

fear? What would scare them?

Zhuang Laosan couldn't help looking forward, the blue light faded, and there was morning light on the horizon, and in this morning light, there was a square standing in front of him.

This phalanx did not know when it came, it seemed to have fallen from the sky.

This phalanx is like a forest of spears, and the armor is shining in the morning light. It stands firmly on the ground, like a big mountain.

"I am the Great Zhou army, and I am ordered by the emperor to protect the country and the people. I now order you to hand over my people in the Great Zhou, or you will be punished severely!"

A loud shout came from the mountains.

This is the Great Zhou Army?

The morning light is getting brighter and brighter, and the mountain is getting clearer and clearer, and the flags are like a forest, one of which is bright red and bright, dancing with the wind in the winter morning light.

Zhuang Laosan stared at the flag vigorously, and finally the word "Qingshan Army" came into sight.

Castle Peak Army.

Castle Peak Army.

Zhuang Laosan hugged the child and knelt down on the ground. He hit his head on the ground, his dry lips pressed tightly against the cold ground, and kissed again and again, tears streaming down like rain.

Do not abandon me.

Do not abandon me.