After marching for four days, Zhong Jiaqing led everyone to Huaiyuan Village, then led a thousand soldiers and horses of Huaiyuan Village and went to Sanchuan Village to camp.
Dingchuan Village, Sanchuan Village, and Huaiyuan Village are arranged in a glyph formation. Among the three villages, Sanchuan Village is the smallest, with a distance of no more than 500 steps. After Jinlu's defeat at Hengshan, he stationed troops in front of Sanchuan Village. Once there is any action, Sanchuan Village will bear the brunt. .
Mo Lingfeng turned over and dismounted in front of the village. Before he could stand still, he was thrown back by the strong wind and held on to the stirrups tightly to stabilize his body.
It was the setting sun and the cold wind and sandy weather, and the yellow sand covered the sky and the earth, making no distinction between north, south, west, and east. Everyone's ears were dull and their breath was hard to breathe, so they had no choice but to walk against the wind.
Mo Lingfeng held Yin Nan under his arm, and heard a "click" and a "crash" in his ears, as if the wind and sand broke the wood of the house. The situation was more difficult than expected.
"Enter the village!" Zhong Jiaqing roared in the strong wind. The flag soldiers on the side raised the battle flag high and the flags were ringing. Everyone followed the flags and walked up the stone steps.
Mo Lingfeng and his party fell at the end and climbed up the steps. At the end of the stone steps, they saw the stone wall surrounding the fort. A gate was opened in the middle. Mo Lingfeng squinted his eyes and reached out to touch the wall. He felt the cold There were river pebbles and a hand full of yellow sand. If you groped forward, you would find compacted loess. The foundation of the wall was thick enough to withstand the yellow sand, but it could not withstand artillery fire.
Although the sparrow in the village is small, it has all the internal organs. There are forts on both sides of the village gate, which can be used as observation towers. There are barracks on both sides and a stable at the rear. In the middle is the school yard and behind the school yard is the military tent.
Zhong Jiaqing ordered the archers to be on guard at the fort, and sent ten archers as sentries to detect the movement of the golden captives. He also asked the infantry to carry the crossbow carts to the fort. Finally, he ordered each battalion to use the capital as a formation and settle on the spot. , wait for the wind and sand to pass before setting up camp.
Mo Lingfeng knew that such a small village could not accommodate so many soldiers and horses, and there was no place for her to gain a foothold, so she declared herself the head of the capital and led a group of people towards the stable.
After finding a place leeward, she sat on the ground and began to rub her eyes, pick her ears, and blow her nose. At the same time, she stood close to Yin Nan and reached out to pat her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Yin Nan sat next to her, looking sluggish and slow in response to all this, and her body felt an indescribable emptiness. The wind and sand fascinated her eyes, mouth and nose, but brought up long-lost memories.
She also "loaded" goods and traveled back and forth in the yellow sand.
"Nomad Lord," Mo Lingfeng waved, "come here and sit on my right side."
Nomad Qing immediately walked over on his knees and sat cross-legged vigilantly, looking around at the situation while protecting Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng whispered: "When the sandstorm subsides, I will go get something."
Zhong Jiaqing has been watching Mo Lingfeng's every move. When he saw her entering the village, he narrowed his eyes and shot in all directions. He wished he could see the whole village in his eyes. Compared with many people in the camp, they only hunkered down and hid. The soldiers of Fengsha must be stronger.
Coming to a strange place full of dangers, these people were too unwary.
Then he saw Mo Lingfeng leading the people to sit down, and then rustling like a small animal in the sand, stretching out his paws, playing with it here and scratching there.
So Zhong Jiaqing withdrew his gaze and stopped looking.
The wind and sand gradually subsided and everything was arranged properly. Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the top of the fort. Then Feng Fan jumped down from the top of the fort with his head full of sand: "General, there are a lot of things hanging outside."
Zhong Jiaqing immediately stepped forward and ran to the head of the fort. Looking outside, he saw ten long poles standing not far from the stockade. Four or five heads were hung on each pole. One of the poles had been broken. Heads rolled all over the floor.
The dead were all Han Chinese, both men and women, old and young. Their heads had been hanging for an unknown amount of time, and the gravel had worn them into white bones.
"Untie it!" Zhong Jiaqing's eyes widened and his teeth rattled.
Several people quickly left the village, ran over, climbed up the wooden pole, took the head back alive, found a box and put it in a box for burial.
Zhong Jiaqing turned around and walked back to the middle tent, took off his embroidered shirt, walked back and forth for a few steps, suddenly reached out, pulled out a sharp knife from his waist, and stabbed it into the sheepskin map on the wall: "Son of a bitch! "
The guards on the left and right were shocked, not daring to breathe heavily, and stood in front of the tent holding their breath.
At this moment, Mo Lingfeng walked over quietly, stood in front of the tent, and shouted: "General Zhong."
Zhong Jiaqing scolded: "What are you calling for mourning? Get in!"
Mo Lingfeng rolled in obediently, stood in front of the camphor table, and said: "General, I want two tents, a big pot, and two stones of rice."
Zhong Jiaqing didn't expect that she would ask him for food right away, which simply added fuel to the fire. With a stern face, he wanted to scold her for begging, and then drive her out for several miles, but seeing how powerful she was, he thought about her again. The powerful soldiers behind him moved in their hearts and restrained their anger.
He looked Mo Yefeng up and down: "How old are you?"
"eleven."
"That's not so young. When I was this old, I also joined the army to sharpen my skills. Now Jinlu can't hold back and sharpens his sword. All national affairs are tied to our generation."
Mo Lingfeng thought to himself: "What can we do if we don't sharpen our swords in a country with only wind and sand?"
At the same time, she tilted her head, looked at Zhong Jiaqing's suddenly friendly face, and asked: "Where is the general going to let me go? Will he integrate us into the camp when he comes back? Can I be the captain?"
Zhong Jiaqing was secretly taking risks, preparing to temporarily act as a conspirator. Unexpectedly, he had just started, and all his plans were revealed to Mo Lingfeng.
The hint of a conspirator in him was immediately extinguished, and he opened the skylight and said clearly: "I plan to let you attack Jinlu."
He stood up and walked to the sheepskin map, pulled out his sharp knife from it, and pointed at Sanchuan Village: "We are here."
The tip of the knife began to descend from the southeast and landed on Zhangjiabao: "Zhangjiabao is a small fort. It can't reach more than 200 steps. Dazhai has already been withdrawn, so don't worry about him."
The tip of the knife pointed slightly to the south: "This place is close to Hengshan and Hulu River. It has good mountains and good water. The Jinlu and Qiang people have been nomadic here. They have many livestock and are very prosperous."
He drew a circle on this place with his knife: "Since the defeat of Hengshan, Jinlu knew that this area of Hengshan was easy to defend and difficult to attack, so he gave up stationing troops here and shifted his focus to the yellow sand where we could not pursue. You can bring it with you." Soldiers, slaughter this place clean, drive back the livestock, and bring back the heads as well.”
Mo Lingfeng immediately said: "Okay, we are going to enter Commander Feng's horse camp."
Zhong Jiaqing was also afraid that it would be difficult to control them after they went out, so he nodded immediately: "Okay."
"I want to be the headdress."
"Human heads," Zhong Jiaqing bit his back teeth tightly, "It can only be more than before, not less! I will let you do all the heads."
"I still need three stones of rice. If I don't have enough to eat, I can't walk. I still need a horse."
Zhong Jiaqing wanted to insert a sharp knife into Mo Lingfeng's heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Go find Feng Fan, I'll go tonight."
"Yes, General."
