Rescue System: Fleeing Host, calm down

After being together for so long, he also got a taste of the little girl's temperament. She is decisive and capable, and pays attention to efficiency in doing things. She definitely doesn't like anyone to question or slow down the progress.

Although he is not very smart, he is not the one holding him back. As a man, being so ignorant and chattering will only make him appear ignorant and useless.

It will also arouse the resentment of the little girls. They want to join the 132nd Regiment now. This is the time to show off, so they can't mess things up.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to figure out the little girl's intention.

When the fan blades sped up and rotated rapidly, and the wind force increased, Xiao Meizi added some medicinal powder and floated it into the house, and soon there was the sound of falling to the ground.

This... simply did not waste a single soldier, which shocked them. Sister Xiao was really damaged.

As if he guessed their thoughts, Cheng Xiaoxiao replied, "It's not that easy. Trouble is coming soon. You should be prepared to take the trouble."

For people with strong martial arts skills, these drugs have no effect at all.

No, several figures quickly appeared in the dark night and rushed towards them.

Cheng Xiaoxiao gave them a few more medicine bottles and said, "Put it on your body to reduce the opponent's combat power."

This is a good thing that Grandpa Huang developed when he was a prisoner, and it is very advantageous for them.

"Whether you can successfully join the team depends on your performance."

The men behind were eager to try. When the captain came back and said that as long as he completed this mission, he could join the 132nd Regiment, they were all excited and motivated.

"Leave a few more people at four o'clock..."

She originally wanted to say the direction of four o'clock, but suddenly changed her mind and said, "Around this courtyard, fan the medicine once in three directions: south, west, and north."

Fang Zheng immediately recruited six people to administer the poison, and the others were already ready to go.

The night wind was rustling and the snow was falling mercilessly. Under the light of the fire in the distance, we could vaguely see each other's figures.

The men in black are all highly skilled in martial arts. They have the advantage in numbers and have tacit cooperation, but they are also at a disadvantage. If Fang Zheng and Lu Jingtian hadn't supported them, the casualties would have been huge.

As long as they can hold on to a cup of tea, it's not a big problem.

He ducked into the dark shadows, avoided the fighting area, climbed over the wall and entered the house, where he was guarded by servants and fell to the ground.

With systematic guidance, she quickly found the granary.

After violently unlocking the door, he went directly inside. Looking at the packed warehouse, he used the old fire plan to open a linen bag. It was full of white rice. Looking at it, it was at least several tons.

Tsk tsk! These people are really crazy, they are all evil-hearted and rotten. The people outside are already starving and eating dirt, but these people still have so much food left.

When the little hand touched the bag, the neatly stacked row of grain disappeared instantly.

The operation was repeated several times until the warehouse was full, but not all the grain inside was collected.

"Host, we can't fit it in our warehouse."

"Well, I know, leave some life for those people, lest they find that all the food is gone and they go crazy, which is not easy to deal with."

"How's the battle going over there?"

"Fortunately, the host has the foresight. Those people are really ruthless in their tactics, and their moves hit the vital points. The tactics of the regular soldiers are completely inadequate. Fortunately, with the blessing of your medicine, I can still cope with it now."

"How is the retreat going with the team?"

"There are no big problems at the moment. We are moving forward slowly and orderly. It's just that the talks with the Han family have collapsed."

Cheng Xiaoxiao was not surprised by this. She did not expect that the head of a first-class family would turn against him just because of the head of Han's few words of persuasion.

All she had to do was delay it, lest they interfere and ruin her plan.

"What's going on over there at the North Gate?"

"The situation is not good. The armed forces of the rebels are too poor. There are very few people with serious swords and guns. Most of them have axes, kitchen knives, hoes, sticks and the like."

"How long can they last?"

"It's hard to say. Their only geographical advantage is a river about four meters wide in front of them. There are sandbags and some wooden furniture on the opposite bank as a barrier. Once they cross the river, they will be vulnerable and will be defeated soon.

After killing them all, they also had a numerical advantage and withstood two waves of arrow attacks from the opponent, and they are still trying to hold on."

"How many people have died now? Will it affect the outcome of the mission?"

She also wanted to rush there as soon as possible, but she didn't deal with the obstacles. It wouldn't be fun if they stabbed her in the back after they passed.

"That stronghold should not be their only stronghold. I see that there are only a few women, children and old people. They may have hidden them in other places and cannot be scanned, so there is no way to count all their people for the time being."

"Then how do I know if there is a super number?"

Thinking about the mortality rate that could only be less than 10%, Cheng Xiaoxiao had a headache.

"I just did some actual statistics, and there are 1,832 people in the stronghold."

"so much?"

There are more than 1,800 people who can stay to defend against the enemy. Doesn’t the total number of old, weak, women and children number at least five or six thousand?

Thinking about her family's financial situation, it was okay that she had just robbed so much food, otherwise she would really want to cry.

This is a burden forced on her, and it is not what she wants!

There were so many people mixed together, and she was allowed to accept them all without even sorting them out. It was really a huge trap.

"Brother Yang, what should I do if Mingshan can't bear it?"

He raised his sword and quickly cut off a fast arrow. After wiping his blood-stained face, Yang Fan quickly glanced to the right.

Hiding the grief and intolerance in his eyes, he said, "There is nothing we can do. It is estimated that after this third round of arrows, there will not be many people left, so let the third team come up."

"But……"

"There's nothing good about it." Yang Fan turned his head and looked at the idiot intently.

The 16-year-old boy's eyes were full of reluctance and heartache. As the youngest liaison officer in the team, he usually runs the fastest, but at this time, his feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could not move a step.

Cold snowflakes fluttered on Yang Fan's face. He looked up at the dark starry sky and spoke slowly, "You idiot, do you want to die standing up, kneel down and be humiliated, or do you want to watch your family helplessly?"

Sisters are insulted."

The fool shook his head vigorously. He didn't want to think about it a thousand times or ten thousand times, but just thinking about it made him want to shed tears.

"Then go ahead. As long as you die in front, you won't be able to see it, and you won't be heartbroken." Yang Fan's tone was sad, and the sadness in his eyes seemed to overflow into his red eyes.

The idiot lowered his head and held the corners of his clothes tightly with his hands on his sides.

He turned his head silently and stepped on the snow step by step, leaving a row of deep footprints.