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When Luo Ye and others arrived, it was almost dusk, and the autumn rain had not stopped. The abandoned village under the gray-black sky looked like an uninhabited ghost domain. In fact, they hadn't encountered the Jurchen army along the way, so they were somewhat prepared in their hearts. The scattered main force of the Black Flag Army did not come this way, but most likely went to the southwest.

They drew a blank.

The rain that day made everyone feel a little depressed, and the captured Jurchen warhorses looked even more listless, starting to have diarrhea, and were unable to run. Next, they could only find a place to spend the night nearby.

Out of caution, the group concealed their tracks and first sent scouts to investigate the situation in the abandoned village of Xuanjia Ao ahead. They then discovered that there were still a few families living in Xuanjia Ao at this time.

In that village, which seemed to have been abandoned after many chaotic situations, there were now six or seven families living, a dozen people in total, all of whom were old, weak, and poor. When the twenty-odd members of the Black Flag Army appeared at the entrance of the village, an old man who saw them first turned around and wanted to run, but after taking a few trembling steps, he turned back, looking at them with frightened and confused eyes. Luo Ye stepped forward first: "Old man, don't be afraid. We are from the Huaxia Army. The Huaxia Army, do you know Zhu Ji? There should be large carts coming to sell things. Did no one notify you that the Jurchens are coming? We are here to resist the Jurchens and protect you..."

After he said this, he asked the local soldiers to repeat it. More people came out of the dilapidated village, and saw them, causing a small commotion.

This small commotion was finally calmed down after a while. The dozen or so old and weak people in the village were living a very difficult life here. It seemed that there were no descendants in their families, and they had no ability to move to other places, so they stayed here, living a hard life, and it was no exaggeration to say that they were eking out a living. Their first reaction when they saw Luo Ye and others was to run away, but at such a distance, running away was useless, so they chose a thin old man who seemed to have seen a little of the world to come forward to negotiate.

Luo Ye expressed his goodwill and roughly explained the situation. Then, the twenty-odd people found a few houses that could still provide shelter from the rain and lit a fire in them. They slaughtered two warhorses outside and gave the other two warhorses that were already difficult to move to the villagers, and also gave them some dry food. The old man in the village accepted it with trepidation, and then became friendly.

The thin old man explained the situation here to them. In fact, even if he didn't say it, Luo Ye, Qu Qing and others could more or less guess it.

Since the beginning of last year, the invading Western Xia people launched a large-scale massacre in this area. First, it was large-scale, and then it became small-scale killings and frictions. Hundreds of thousands of people died during this period. After the Black Flag Army defeated the Western Xia army, a period of chaos continued in non-residential areas. The fleeing Western Xia remnants brought the first wave of military disaster, followed by banditry, and then famine. In the midst of the famine, there was even more intense banditry. After a year like this, the vitality and order that the Zhong Family Army had maintained on this land for decades had been completely broken.

Xuanjia Ao was too far away from the city. The people who originally lived here had either died or left. This place was no longer suitable for living. More than ten people were too old and luckily survived, but it was difficult for them to choose to leave. They originally planted some fields and wheat nearby. The autumn harvest was not long ago, but bandits came several times and robbed almost all the grain. Without grain, they could only eat wild vegetables and tree bark this winter, or be frozen and starved to death.

The warhorses and dry food that Luo Ye and others gave them could at least fill their stomachs for a while.

The old man was sallow and emaciated, and spoke unclearly. In the end, he just thanked them profusely. Luo Ye and others felt sad when they heard this, and asked them about their future plans. Then, they told them about the arrival of the Jurchens, and about Xiaocang River, and said that porridge and rice might be available in Yanzhou, Qingzhou, and other places. But the old man was still at a loss - they had been in this place for too long, were afraid of the outside world, and didn't know how to survive in another place.

After this negotiation, the old man went back, and then brought another person over, bringing some dry firewood, a pot that could boil hot water, and some wild vegetables for Luo Ye and others. The person who came with the old man was a woman, thin and unattractive, mute and unable to speak, and also had a limp. This was the old man's daughter, named Xuan Manniang, and was the only young person in this village.

He asked this mute girl to do some rough work for everyone, and when he looked at everyone, he hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.

They slaughtered the horses, cooked the meat, and after eating, the twenty-odd people rested here for a night. Zhuo Yongqing had been rained on for two or three days. He had undergone high-intensity training in Xiaocang River. He might be fine on weekdays, but at this time, due to the injury on his chest, he finally felt a little dizzy when he got up the next day. He braced himself and got up, listening to Qu Qing and others discussing whether to continue chasing southeast.

At this time, the rain outside the window finally stopped. Just as everyone was about to set off, they suddenly heard screams coming from the other end of the village. Listening carefully, they knew that someone had come and had already entered the village.

Qu Qing, Luo Ye, Hou Wu and others outside the door each made a few gestures. The twenty-odd people silently picked up their weapons. Zhuo Yongqing gritted his teeth, cocked the crossbow and went out. The mute, limping girl ran over from the front, gesturing to everyone. Luo Ye held up a finger to the other party, then waved his hand, called a team of people to go to the front, Qu Qing also waved his hand, and led Zhuo Yongqing and others around the corner of the house to the other side.

The sounds in the village ahead still seemed chaotic. Someone smashed open a door, there were screams and pleas from the old men, and someone shouted: "Don't you recognize us? We are righteous men from Mount Luofeng, and we are here to resist the Jin. Quickly bring out the food!"

Someone else shouted: "Where's the grain! Everyone come out, where have you hidden the grain?"

"Smash their nests and drive everyone out!"

"Old things..."

The bandits came from the north. Luo Ye and others followed the corner of the wall all the way forward, and exchanged some gestures with Qu Qing, Hou Wu and others in the gaps between those dilapidated adobe houses.

--About sixty people.

--Have horses.

The shouts outside continued: "Everyone get out!"

"What is this--"

"There are two horses, how can you have horses..."

--Attack, kill them.

The Black Flag soldiers behind the wall raised their crossbows. Zhuo Yongqing wiped his nose, Mao Yishan shook his hands and feet, and someone pulled the trigger.

With a few swishes, someone fell in different parts of the village. Luo Ye held a knife and raised his shield, suddenly rushed out, shouts rose, screams and collisions became more intense, and people rushed out from different parts of the village, in formations of three or five, and fiercely charged into the bandits' formation.

"Someone--"

"Save..."

"Be careful..."

"Die--"

Luo Ye's shield knocked people flying, the battle knife was raised and slashed down, splitting open the chest of a bandit wearing wooden armor, countless pieces of armor scattered, the spear behind pushed forward, stabbing several bandits back, when the spear was pulled out, it brought out blood on their chests, and then it was thrust in and pulled out again violently.

"Who are you people, I am a righteous man from Mount Luofeng, you--"

Zhuo Yongqing mustered all his strength and slashed a bandit leader who seemed to have some martial arts skills, forcing him to retreat repeatedly with his long knife. The leader only resisted Zhuo Yongqing's slashing for a moment, Mao Yishan had already dealt with several bandits next to him, holding a blood-stained long knife and walking step by step. The leader's eyes flashed fiercely: "Don't think that I am afraid of you--" The knife turned, and the long knife was swung like a storm. Mao Yishan raised his shield, and only heard a series of bangs as he was slashed several times by the leader while walking. Mao Yishan walked faster and faster, and stabbed the other party in the stomach with a knife, blocked the other party's knife with his shield, and then stabbed it again, stabbing it three times in a row, knocking the man flying into a pool of blood.

This battle ended quickly. The bandits who entered the village fled in panic, about twenty people, and most of the rest were chopped down by the Black Flag soldiers in a pool of blood. Some had not yet died. One old man in the village was killed by the other party, and there were basically no casualties on the Black Flag Army side. Only Zhuo Yongqing, when Luo Ye, Qu Qing and others began to order the cleaning of the battlefield, he swayed and fell to the ground, retching. After a moment, he fainted.

************

Zhuo Yongqing was not injured in this battle, but the bone injury on his chest had been holding on for two days, coupled with the influence of the cold, and at this time, after the battle, he was exhausted, and the injury on his body finally broke out.

His mind was hazy, and in the remaining consciousness, squad leader Mao Yishan said some words to him, roughly saying that there was still fighting ahead, and everyone could no longer take him with them, hoping that he would recuperate here. When his consciousness became clearer again, the ugly, limping mute girl was feeding him herbal medicine by the bed. The herbal medicine was extremely bitter, but after drinking it, his chest felt slightly warm. It was already afternoon.

Zhuo Yongqing's spirit relaxed slightly. Although as a local of Yanzhou, he also knew what was meant by a tough folk custom, this was, after all, his first time on the battlefield. With the repeated fighting of his companions, seeing so many people die, the impact on him was extremely great, but no one showed anything abnormal, and he could only suppress the complex emotions in his heart.

On the contrary, now that he relaxed, closed his eyes, he could see the bloody scene. Many of his companions, who had trained with him for more than a year, died under the enemy's knives in the first encounter. The possibilities for these companions and friends in the next few decades were condensed in an instant, and suddenly ended. He felt faintly afraid in his heart that he might have to go through many things in his life, but on the battlefield, these things could also disappear in an instant at any time.

This emotion accompanied him. In the room, the limping mute girl was also sitting by the door accompanying him. When evening came, she went to boil medicine again and fed him to drink, and then fed him a bowl of porridge.

When the sky was about to darken, the mute girl's father, the thin old man, also came and greeted him with a few words. He was finally a little more composed than before, but his words were hesitant, and he always seemed to have something he couldn't say. Zhuo Yongqing vaguely knew what the other party was thinking and didn't say it out loud. In such a place, these old people might have no hope. His daughter was mute, limped and was not good-looking, and had no way to leave. The old man might be hoping that Zhuo Yongqing could take his

daughter away - this was not uncommon in many poor places.

The old man didn't speak, and of course Zhuo Yongqing didn't answer. Although he was just a commoner in Yanzhou, his family lived well, especially after joining the Huaxia Army, he had no worries about food and clothing in the Xiaocang River Valley. If he wanted to get married, he could now be worthy of the daughters of some wealthy families in the Northwest. Zhuo Yongqing's family was already preparing for this. Although he didn't have too many fantasies about his future wife, he naturally wouldn't have much affection for the limping mute girl in front of him.

His physical fitness was good, but the bone injury was accompanied by a cold, and he could only lie on the bed and recuperate the next day. On the third day, he still didn't have much strength on his body, but he felt that his injury was recovering quickly. Around noon, he suddenly heard shouts from outside the bed, and then more and more screams. Zhuo Yongqing got out of bed and tried to stand up to take the knife, but he was still weak.

The mute girl rushed in from outside the door.

She didn't gesture, and said "Aba Aba" a few times, then came over to help Zhuo Yongqing leave. Zhuo Yongqing struggled to take his knife, shield and armor, but the mute girl shook her head desperately, but finally went over to pick up these things, and then came to help Zhuo Yongqing.

At this time, Zhuo Yongqing was weak and half of his body was pressed on the other party. Fortunately, although the mute girl was small, she was extremely resilient and could actually withstand him. The two stumbled out the door. Zhuo Yongqing's heart sank. In the shouts of killing not far away, he vaguely heard the voices of Jurchen speech.

The two passed through a few dilapidated houses and went to a dilapidated ancestral hall in the village not far away. They stumbled into a small room next to the ancestral hall. The mute girl let go of him and tried to push open a stone in the corner, but saw that there was a dark cellar below. Just as the mute girl was about to come over to help him, a figure blocked the light from the door.

Zhuo Yongqing subconsciously wanted to grab the knife. Before he could grab it, someone kicked him flying. He was wearing a single coat at this time, without armor, so the other party did not kill him in the first place. Zhuo Yongqing's head hit the corner of the wall with a bang, buzzing. He struggled to turn over, and the mute girl had also been knocked to the ground. The Jurchen soldiers at the door were already shouting.

Other Jurchen soldiers also came over. Someone saw his weapons and armor. Zhuo Yongqing was kicked in the chest again. He was grabbed and knocked to the ground again, and then someone grabbed his hair and dragged him all the way out. Zhuo Yongqing tried to resist, and then there was more beating.

In the center of the village, the old men were being dragged out one by one. By the time Zhuo Yongqing was kicked and beaten all the way here, his face was already covered in blood. This was a small Jurchen team of about ten people, possibly separated from the main force. They were talking loudly. Someone led out the Jurchen warhorses left here by the Black Flag Army. The Jurchens were furious and slashed an old man to the ground. Someone came over and punched Zhuo Yongqing, who was barely standing, in the face.

He fell to the ground with a bang, and his teeth fell out. But a little pain was nothing to Zhuo Yongqing. Strangely, he was still afraid when he thought of the battlefield before, but at this moment, he knew that he would not survive, but he was not so afraid. Zhuo Yongqing struggled to crawl towards the weapons that the Jurchens had placed aside. The Jurchens saw it and kicked him again.

Zhuo Yongqing continued to crawl. Nearby, the mute girl was struggling, making "Aba Aba" sounds, as if trying to plead for Zhuo Yongqing. Zhuo Yongqing just watched this out of the corner of his eye. He was still reaching for the weapons. A Jurchen said something, and then pulled out a slender knife from his body and stabbed it violently into the ground. Zhuo Yongqing cried out in pain. The knife pierced the back of his left hand and into the ground, nailing Zhuo Yongqing's left hand there.

Zhuo Yongqing's screams were followed by laughter from the surrounding Jurchens. At this time, Zhuo Yongqing was weak. He reached out his right hand to reach the knife handle, but he was simply unable to pull it out. The Jurchens looked at him. Someone raised a whip and lashed it on his back. The mute girl was also knocked to the ground. The Jurchens stepped on the mute girl and said something to Zhuo Yongqing, seeming to think that the mute girl was someone to Zhuo Yongqing. Someone tore open the mute girl's clothes with a whoosh.

Among the old men in the back, the mute girl's father rushed out, took two steps, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy. A Jurchen slashed with a knife, and the old man fell to the ground. Zhuo Yongqing shouted "Ah--" The Jurchens nearby tore off the mute girl's upper clothes, revealing her thin, bony upper body. The Jurchens discussed a few words, quite disgusted. They dragged the mute girl to Zhuo Yongqing's front. The Jurchen who was stepping on the mute girl held the long knife with both hands and stabbed it into the mute girl's back.

"A...Ba...Aba..."

Zhuo Yongqing watched as blood poured out of the mute girl's mouth, and the subtle light in her eyes slowly disappeared. Zhuo Yongqing tried hard to pull out the knife that was nailing his left hand, but he still didn't have the strength. The Jurchens laughed and began to kill the other people. Someone kicked Zhuo Yongqing's body again, and then he was whipped again. The **** smell permeated the air. Zhuo Yongqing heard a strange "poof" sound.

A Jurchen fell.

Then there were chaotic sounds. Someone rushed over, and weapons suddenly clashed. Zhuo Yongqing was just stubbornly pulling the knife. At some point, someone rushed over, swished and pulled out the knife, and amidst the clanging of weapons around, stabbed the blade into the chest of a Jurchen soldier.

"Zhuo Yongqing, Zhuo Yongqing..."

That was a vague shout. Zhuo Yongqing staggered to his feet. In the nearby vision, the old people in the village had already fallen, and the Jurchens were gradually falling as well. What came back was the team of Qu Qing, Luo Ye, Hou Wu, Mao Yishan and others. They slaughtered and killed all the Jurchens in this battle. Zhuo Yongqing grabbed a long knife with his right hand and wanted to chop, but there was no one left for him to chop.

He sat down on the ground. In front of him was the half-naked body of the mute girl who had died in humiliation. Luo Ye and others searched the entire village and came back. Mao Yishan bandaged Zhuo Yongqing and said something. The great battle outside had completely turned chaotic. They went south and saw the vanguard of the Jurchens, rushing north in a hurry. During the time they had left the team, the main force of the Black Flag Army had another major battle with Lou Shi, and it was said that there were many casualties.

Soon after, the Jurchens might come here - they initially thought that the Xuanjia Ao direction might be the Jurchens' choice of transfer, and this was only realized at this time.

Small forces were difficult to fight against the Jurchen army. Luo Ye and others discussed moving quickly, or waiting somewhere to join the main force - they could actually join the main force by detouring around the Jurchens on the way, but Luo Ye and Qu Qing and others were extremely proactive. They felt that it was always good to be ahead of the Jurchens. After discussing for a while at this time, they might still have to turn north as much as possible. In the midst of the discussion, Zhuo Yongqing, who was covered in bandages and seemed to be dying, suddenly opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "There's... there's a place..."

Soon after, Zhuo Yongqing led them to the small broken house next to the ancestral hall and saw the dark cellar.

This was the place where the old men in Xuanjia Ao village secretly hid food. After being discovered, the Jurchens had actually gone in and moved the things out, leaving only a pitiful few bags of grain. The place below was not small, and the entrance was extremely hidden. Soon after, a group of people gathered over, looking at the dark cellar entrance, it was difficult to imagine what they could do here...

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At dusk, the twenty-odd people all entered the cellar. Luo Ye and others disguised the scene outside, making the abandoned village look as if the fighting had ended and all the survivors had left, and also made some people "die" on the way north.

Whether this would be useful, whether they could catch a fish, depended on luck. If a small team of Jurchens passed by, they would ambush them in the chaos, which would be considered adding a force to the main force. They originally wanted to have someone take Zhuo Yongqing away to recuperate in the nearby barren mountains, but in the end, due to Zhuo Yongqing's refusal, they still brought him in.

"If many people come, we will be discovered, but we will be turtles in a jar..."

"Looked at the outside, it's quite hidden after closing it."

The Jurchens had not yet arrived, so everyone had not closed the cellar entrance, but as the sky gradually darkened, the entire cellar became pitch black. Occasionally, someone spoke softly. Zhuo Yongqing sat in the corner of the cellar. Squad leader Mao Yishan asked about his situation nearby. Zhuo Yongqing just spoke weakly, saying that he was not dead yet.

Everyone's expectation of him was only this. He was injured all over, and it was already a great fortune that he had not died directly. The atmosphere in the cellar was stuffy with some stench. Zhuo Yongqing sat there, and the deaths of the people in the village, the death of the mute girl, were always lingering in his mind.

That woman was not pretty, and she was mute and limped. She was born in such a family, and probably had never encountered anything good in her life. When strangers came, her father hoped that the strangers could take her out, so that she would not wait here to die, but in the end he did not say it. What was she thinking in her heart? Did she have this expectation in her heart? Such a life... until she was finally killed in front of him, she might not have encountered a single good thing.

He was just thinking about this. Gradually, the Jurchens came outside. They quietly closed the cellar, and footsteps rumbled past. Zhuo Yongqing recalled the name of the mute girl. He recalled it for a long time, and it seemed to be Xuan Manniang. What came to mind was still her appearance when she died. At that time, he was still being beaten, and his left hand was pierced by a knife, and it was still bleeding now, but when he recalled it, he didn't feel any pain.

Mao Yishan sat in the darkness. At one moment, he heard Zhuo Yongqing speak weakly: "Squad leader..."

"Hmm."

"I want..." Zhuo Yongqing said, "...I want to kill people."

"Hmm." Mao Yishan nodded. He didn't take these words as a big deal. On the battlefield, who didn't want to kill people? Mao Yishan was not a delicate person, let alone Zhuo Yongqing was injured like this, so it was probably just a simple sigh.

In the darkness, nothing could be seen clearly.

In that darkness, Zhuo Yongqing sat there. He was injured all over, the blood from his left hand had soaked the bandages and had not completely stopped yet. His back was scarred and torn by the Jurchens' whips. The corner of his eye was broken and had swollen up. Several teeth in his mouth had been knocked out, and his lips were cracked. But even with such severe injuries, he sat there, his mouth full of bloody foam. The only thing that was still good was his right hand, which was still holding the knife handle tightly.

He seemed to be getting better. His body was feverish, and the last bit of strength was gathering, gathering on his hand and on the knife. This was his first battle experience. He had also killed a person under Yanzhou City, but until now, he had not truly and urgently wanted to take someone's

life - he had never had such a feeling before, until now.

On the cellar, the Jurchens were making noise. Zhuo Yongqing did not think about his injuries. He only knew that if there was a last moment, a last bit of strength, he only wanted to slash the knife towards these people...

--I want to kill people.

That night, they lifted the lid of the cellar and charged into the countless Jurchen figures in front, killing...

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