Wang Shixian was right to worry.
Li Ting himself is still a man who wants to be persuaded, but he really has no ability to persuade others.
Monk Luo was from Datong Prefecture in Xijing and was not familiar with Han Qing, who was born in the Monan border area. What's more, he is a fake monk who commits murder and arson. He has never even recited a few words of Buddha's name in his life. He solves people's problems every day by relying on the iron rod in his hand.
When Guo Ning returned to the Qihe River, it was already early morning.
Under the twilight sky, Li Ting stood by the road, looking a little embarrassed. Monk Luo must have fallen asleep in the camp behind him, snoring loudly.
Guo Ning took a few steps forward and saw Han Renqing sitting in front of Li Ting, his head lowered, looking at Han Laier's body, his posture decayed as if he was dying.
The year before last in Qingbaikou, when Guo Ning fought side by side with Han Renqing, he didn't look so old. Guo Ning always remembered Han Renqing's majestic attitude as he held a sword and fought fiercely.
This man is an experienced man among the Monan armies and is highly trusted by his companions. He has been in the army for decades and has gone through hundreds of battles. He has suffered countless knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and arrow wounds. He recovered quickly from the injuries every time and still showed a strong and strong posture.
But at this moment, he looked haggard, his face was sallow, and his eyelids were obviously swollen, so much so that his eyes were squeezed smaller.
He covered the child's face with his palms, his hands shaking a little and his shoulders shaking a little. The reeds by the river moved with the wind, making a rustling sound. The sound covered up the man's deep breathing or wailing.
"Old Han!" Guo Ning called him.
Han Renqing didn't seem to hear anything.
Li Yun came up half a step and wanted to pat Han Renqing on the shoulder, but Guo Ning suddenly raised his hand and stopped him.
"Old Han?" He raised his voice slightly and asked again.
Only then did Han Renqing look up.
His beard and the hair exposed under his head were pale, and his reactions were obviously slow.
This veteran, who was from the Fuzhou Xiejie Army, went through untold hardships before he was able to take several members of his hometown party away from the threat of the Mongols. After that, he traveled around Hebei and tried every means to create a place worth settling in so that the soldiers and civilians around him could live a better life.
From Zhuozhou to Anzhou, when talking about Han Renqing in Gucheng store, no one can help but praise his kindness.
But in one day, everything he had worked hard for, his village that was beginning to prosper, his brothers, his tribe, and his son were all destroyed and disappeared.
His spirit and his will completely collapsed at this moment.
Seeing Guo Ning approaching, Han Renqing laughed twice: "Li Ting said Liu Lang became everyone's leader?"
"I don't dare to be the leader. I just lead the big guy and find a way to go on."
"Haha, that's great. Mukuro, you should have been like this."
Han Renqing was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice more. There was no laughter in the laughter, it was like a roar. He asked: "I also heard from Li Ting that Guo Jiao'er came here, bumped into my child, and then killed him?"
"Yes." Guo Ning knelt down and said in a deep voice: "Lai'er was lurking by the road and suddenly jumped out. Guo Jiao'er drew his sword and slashed. Our position was far away, so we couldn't..."
Han Renqing interrupted Guo Ning's words: "Liu Lang!"
"I'm here, I'm here."
"Yang An'er's group of people are all thieves themselves, but they treat us as thieves, and we, the soldiers of Dajin, as thieves! Yesterday during the day, Ji Junli led people to attack the Gucheng store and massacre, not even the old, weak, women and children. Let him go; but in the evening, Guo Yao'er was on the bank of the Qihe River and killed my son!"
"...Yes." Guo Ning thought for a while, but did not tell him that eleven others were captured first and then killed.
Han Renqing took a few breaths and continued: "Liu Lang, you have defeated Ji Junli and captured him. When I saw you just now, you were taking Ji Junli and other prisoners to see Guo Yao'er?"
"That's right."
"The troops around me are withering away. Fortunately, Liulang, you are here. Everyone knows about Liulang's friendship with me. So I also thought, with Liulang's wisdom and courage, would he use Ji Junli to lure Yao'er out of the country, and then kill him on the spot? Kill them two to avenge my children and the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang who died in the store in the old city?"
Guo Ning was silent for a while: "I want the lives of these two people, it's not impossible. But now Mongolia is eyeing the north, and the armies of the various states in Hebei are in chaos. We people must have a long-term plan. Old Han, in two years No, within one year, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation, but we can’t rush..."
Han Renqing laughed hoarsely, and the chill in his laughter made Guo Ning unable to continue speaking.
The warriors on the Monan border are as straightforward as knives, and they must avenge themselves. Guo Ning himself behaves in this way. But something happened to Han Renqing, and Guo Ning tried to persuade him to be patient. The reasoning behind this was actually not sufficient.
"In other words, these two people are still alive. Because, Rokuro, do you want to plan for the long term?"
Han Renqing raised his head and looked around. Guo Ning was agitated and gestured with his hand behind his back, asking Wang Shixian, who was guarding the prisoner, to go to the other side of the road so as not to be seen by Han Renqing.
Fortunately, Han Renqing's eyes were dazed and he didn't notice. He turned his back to face the sky, gritted his teeth, and took a deep breath.
"Guo Liulang, you are a person who can make decisions. If you have a long-term plan, it must be good. I will definitely not be able to persuade you. In this case..."
Han Renqing stood up and pointed at the three men sitting in a daze a little far away.
"When I was in Fuzhou that day, there were more than ninety members of my clan. Later, when the army retreated, I arrived at the Gucheng store with more than fifty men and women. Now, except for those in the Gucheng store who don't know whether they are alive or dead, there are only These three people. They are all good players. I leave them to you. Maybe following you Mukuro, we can have a long-term future."
Guo Ning felt something was wrong with Han Renqing's expression and quickly asked: "Old Han, what are your plans?"
Han Renqing sneered: "That's no trouble."
He started to walk away, and after taking two steps, he almost bumped into Guo Ning. He squinted and looked at Guo Ning: "What, Liulang, are you going to stop me?"
Although Guo Ning was injured, it was not difficult to stop Han Renqing, but seeing the determination in Han Renqing's eyes, how could he stop him?
He sighed and stepped aside half a step.
Han Renqing's figure disappeared into the shadow of the river valley and was no longer visible.
"Why did he leave? What did he want to do?" Li Ting took a few steps forward and said anxiously: "Liu Lang, I'll chase him!"
Guo Ning waved his hand: "Go!"
Li Ting immediately chased after him.
Guo Ning turned around and headed to the camp south of the road. After walking for a while, they saw that Ji Junli and others had been escorted back by Wang Shixian and were being tied to the fence in the center of the camp by the soldiers.
These people had suffered all night and were all in a daze. Only Ji Junli's spirit was still there. He noticed Guo Ning approaching and kept whining. The soldier responsible for binding him didn't know why he suddenly got excited. He kicked him in anger, grabbed a handful of soil, and stuffed it tightly into his mouth.
This soldier's surname is also Han, and his name is Han Xuan. But they are not Han Renqing's relatives, but descendants of the troops from Wuyue Camp in Changzhou. The so-called driving troops were mostly slaves of the Liao people who had been spared from the early days of the country. They were often driven in front of them in every battle, hence the name.
Han Xuan is good with swords and shields, and can also throw spears. But when the army was defeated the year before last, he was frightened by the Mongolian army's military power. He became frightened and ran for his life with the army. At that time, he had seen Guo Ning risk his life, but he did not have the courage to stop and fight side by side. Han Xuan has always been worried about this matter.
Later, he heard that Guo Ning broke into Gaoyang Pass alone and killed Xiao Haohu, so he came all the way from Boye area in Lizhou to join him. Because he was very effective in handling various affairs, Guo Ning often used him to guard the camp.
Guo Ning waved Han Xuan over and said calmly: "There are too many prisoners and it will be troublesome to take care of them. Pick out eleven of them and behead them."
Han Xuan agreed simply and neatly: "Yes!"
