Jun Jiuling

Accompanied by the whistling sound, the three stones once again landed in a perfect line on the army formation ahead.

Boom three times.

The people in the army turned on their backs, and the screams and pain caused the vanguards rushing forward to fall down, and the army behind was not spared, and the formation was disturbed mentally and psychologically and by the horses running around.

After three times, the originally strict and fierce Jinbing camp has become chaotic.

What the hell is this?

Not to mention the shock of the other party, Li Guorui and the others were also stunned, their ears were still buzzing, and their minds were also in chaos.

But it’s not over yet. The flags were waving, and the women turned the baggage cart over again. After a dazzling movement, the baggage cart changed again. Ten women turned a winch together. A pole at the bottom of the car rises obliquely like a spear.

This is…….

Li Guorui only felt that his throat was dry.

As soon as the idea came up, there was another sound of letting go, the whistling sound of the spear on the baggage cart flying towards the camp of the gold thieves.

In the blink of an eye, a spear pierced through a golden soldier who was running towards him holding a broadsword.

No, it hasn't stopped, not one, but two, three...

Li Guorui swallowed.

One spear, one string of soldiers, one string.

The spears were like rain, submerging the Jin army's camp in the storm.

It turns out that this battle can still be fought like this.

What else is there to fight, this is simply a massacre.

………………………………….

The defenders on the walls of Changfeng City were more nervous than before. Firstly, the people outside did not return as it was getting late, and secondly, a group of adults in official robes were furious behind them.

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

Sun Sanjie stretched out a palm.

"Nearly five thousand," he said.

"You still have the face to say it." The judge no longer cared about etiquette, and spat.

Sun Sanjie hurriedly complained that he was wronged.

"I originally said to take 2,000 people, but Miss Jun said that 1,000 people would be enough, and 2,000 people would be too much to hinder the operation, and said that there should be more defenders, so that if the golden soldiers attack, you can rely on them." Win by numbers," he said.

This sounds a bit weird, as if to say that two thousand of them are not as good as one thousand.

But now is not the time to be entangled with this, the judge once again made a fuss.

"Who asked you this!" He shouted, "I mean, are you crazy? A thousand people dare to run to where the golden man is."

Sun Sanjie looked solemn.

"My lord, it is the order of the Duke of Cheng, not to be afraid of danger, and to regard death as home." He said.

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

This is a belief that has been deeply rooted in their bones for ten years.

The judge was once again speechless and full of annoyance.

"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?" Lord Tongju shouted again.

Sun Sanjie shook his head.

"I've never heard of such a route army, nor have I heard of such people under Cheng Guogong's tent." The judge said solemnly, "What if these people are spies from the Jin people? They won't come back after this trip. One thousand of us fell into the mouth of wolves."

Sun Sanjie shook his head again.

"Probably not." He said hesitantly, "The Qingshan Army still has people here."

Keep someone? Who stayed?

"It's a woman." Sun Sanjie said, "It seems to be Miss Jun's...mother?"

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

Miss Jun has a mother?

It's ridiculous enough for a woman to bring people to fight, and bring her mother?

What a mess.

How to fight this battle!

"Where is it?" Tong Juan shouted angrily.

Sun Sanjie hurriedly stretched out his hand to point in one direction.

"Give porridge to the victims at the Town God's Temple," he said.

…………………..

Since the opening of the city gate to accept refugees, nearly four to five hundred people have gathered in Changfeng City.

Every day, people went to the south of Hejian Mansion, but at the same time, new refugees fled.

More than a dozen large pots are placed in front of Orange, steaming in the winter, making people feel relieved when they see it.

It was time to eat, and the refugees lined up one after another. Although there were many people, they were quiet and orderly.

Tong San and other officials who came in a hurry couldn't help but stop when they saw this scene.

In the past, they also saw a lot of porridge donations and refugees, but the scenes were all chaotic.

Now the refugees here are quiet and there is no noise or crying, and even the shacks they live in are neatly built, and there is no stench and mess of defecating everywhere.

besides….

Tong San pointed to the person serving porridge in front of the cauldron.

"These seem to be refugees?" he asked.

Sun Sanjie nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, yes, Miss Jun said that the officers and soldiers are defending the city, and these trivial matters can be taken care of by the refugees." He said, "These, from cooking porridge to distributing porridge to cleaning up the dishes, are all done by the refugees themselves. "

Did the refugees do it themselves?

Tong Juan and others have already understood the nature of the refugees after going through the officialdom. People are fundamentally disordered when they are in trouble.

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

Didn't the Qingshan army all go to Bazhou? Besides, where are the officers and soldiers here? Tong San and the others frowned and followed what they were pointing at.

In front of the Town God's Temple, a large flag flutters in the wind, with red flags and gold characters, Qingshan Army.

"With this flag, everyone is very orderly." Sun Sanjie laughed.

flag?

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

how did you do that?

"Because the Qingshan Army is very orderly." Sun Sanjie said with a bit of a sigh, "and what they say is what they say."

In addition to killing those vicious refugees outside the initial city gate, they also unceremoniously killed a few refugees who made trouble on the spot when they were serving porridge.

Those who do not follow the order will be killed if they say they are killed. It is a deterrent and a proof. As long as you follow the order, you can be protected and worry-free.

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

Tong San and the others frowned even more.

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

Sun Sanjie pointed to the temple.

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

Master Tongpan took him with a serious expression and strode towards the temple.

Regardless of whether it is pretending to be a ghost or playing a ghost, first catch it and interrogate it.

There are also many people sitting or standing in the Chenghuang Temple, all of them are old and weak, women and children. Because it is more sheltered from wind and snow than shacks, are these people allowed to rest here?

As we approached, there was still heat in the temple, and it was obvious that there was a charcoal fire inside.

It's extravagant enough, how much rice can be exchanged for a pot of charcoal fire.

This bit of suffering is unbearable, how could it be officers and soldiers.

Master Tongpan became even more angry, he stepped into the temple, and a group of people came here, and everyone in the temple also looked over, seeing that they were all wearing official robes, everyone got up anxiously.

In this commotion, a woman sitting in front of the Buddha statue and eating porridge quietly looked very eye-catching.

Wearing a flowered jacket and a headscarf to keep warm, she looked like a village woman.

At the beginning, Sun Sanjie thought that this woman was a refugee rescued by the Qingshan Army, but she had an extraordinary bearing and was respected by Miss Jun, although no one came to her silently.

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

Women can follow to fight, and it is nothing unusual to bring their mothers.

She didn't seem to hear the noisy footsteps here, and she was still eating porridge quietly.

Sun Sanjie rushed forward.

"Ma'am, this is Lord Tongpan Tian of Hejian Mansion." He said, lowering his voice, "He came here specially for the Qingshan Army."

With such a reminder, this woman should know how to face the judge and others, right?

At least you know how to salute, right?

After he finished speaking, the woman in front of him put down the spoon, touched the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief and turned her head.

"Tian Yao?" She said, looked at Tong Pan and others standing at the door, and nodded, "You're here."

Oh, why didn't this woman get up to salute, but instead called Mr. Tong by his name!

Sun Sanjie was startled, but was immediately taken aback.

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

The thought flashed, and he heard a low cry, he looked over, and saw the aggressive and annoyed Master Tongju was horrified just now, and he also dwarfed, it turned out that he was paying respects.

"Mrs. Cheng Guo!" Lord Tongjuan shouted tremblingly, bowed and raised his head, "Why are you here?"