Zhang Liang looked at the dense forest less than a mile away. Although it was only a short mile, it seemed to be the distance between life and death.
Being sandwiched between two battlefields and the open space of a fortified city, unless you have a tank or you have unparalleled skills. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to survive in front of thousands of troops.
Zhang Liang complained in a low voice: "The system is really damn good." He forced himself to calm down and thought for a long time.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and three living people and one dead person were soaked in the mud. The cheap uncle had nothing to do and put some mud under the cart to block the influx of more rainwater. Old Hutou stared intently at the white rain and mist outside.
With an idea, Zhang Liang called the two of them and said, "We have to discuss a way out, so and so..."
After hearing this, Old Hutou and Uncle Xianyuan were silent for a moment. Uncle Xianyuan was the first to attack: "I ran to the Northern Liao border. Although I escaped the soldiers, I will live in the future. It will be hard for me to have enough food for a few days."
"Full of food? That old Hutou surrendered with money and a house..." Zhang Liang said hurriedly.
Old Hutou interrupted Zhang Liang again and said: "Hey, brothers of the Xu family, I have a younger brother in Laizhou, and we also have some land at home. Your uncle and nephew will continue to be the homeless tenant farmers who have enough food and clothing."
"What's more, my niece is also very graceful. As long as your family member Zhang Xiaoguan is willing to work hard and recruit a son-in-law, my old Hu family will be able to continue their good fortune."
"Lao Hutou, that's not what you said in the village, son-in-law? Don't you want Lao Zhang's incense? Our uncle and nephew don't care about your life." As he said this, the cheap uncle was about to push Lao Hutou to the cart. outside.
Zhang Liang rubbed his forehead, why is it another script written by his son-in-law? You have to be a good cow and horse to be able to be a son-in-law. How many floors does a bag of rice have to carry on this day (Note 1)?
If you run south and enter the Song Dynasty, even if you narrowly escape death, you can pull up a wave of people and continue to be the bandit's army? Thinking of this, Zhang Liang remembered that he was a rural soldier, not a Hunan soldier. He was a soldier in war and a farmer in his spare time. You also have to carry big bags, and a bag of rice is really a lot to pay (Note 1).
Old Hutou grabbed the wheel of the cart with one hand and grabbed it with the other: "Is it okay if only one son is named Hu?" The cheap uncle stopped and gasped: "The second son is named Hu." Old Hutou looked at him pitifully. Palms spat, and the two high-fived each other again.
Just when the two decided about Zhang Liang's marriage and even how many children to have, Zhang Liang also wanted to understand that no matter whether he was in Song Dynasty or Liao Dynasty, he had the ability to make money, whether it was soap, salt, glass Wherever he is, he is not a rich man.
I'm afraid I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. Whether this is Zhao Er's first or second Northern Expedition, there will be decades of peace. If you are lucky enough to survive beyond the Tanyuan Alliance, there will be a hundred years of peace.
Now we are leaving this place of narrow escape and heading north. Then he called Lao Hutou to explain a few words to his uncle.
"How do you dig this foxhole? What else are skirmishers? Liang'er," Uncle Cheap asked curiously?
"We are just skirmishers, we just need to dig up to our waists," Zhang Liang replied simply. Old Hutou also asked curiously: "Why do we need to fill the excavated soil under the cart?" Zhang Liang answered in the same tone. Said: "Block your line of sight, so as not to see someone under the car from a distance."
It's just that the hand knife was a bit heavy when used as a shovel. After a while, the three of them dug a hole as high as their knees. However, the rainwater and soil turned into mud, causing the heavily loaded cart to sink a little, but it did not let the cart go down. The space becomes larger.
Zhang Liang looked at the corpse, moved his body to the rattan sign, stuck his head out, and looked at the battlefield on both sides, as if he could vaguely hear the sound of fighting through the sound of rain. But not visible.
I mustered up the courage, pushed away the shield, crawled out close to the ground, looked around, squatted down and took another closer look. No hostility was seen. After saying hello, the two people under the cart pushed the body out.
Zhang Liang dragged the body and peeked around again, silently counting twenty steps, then put down the body and squatted down. The sound of fighting seemed to be closer, but still no one could be seen. He crawled back to the cart on all fours.
He clung to the carriage and circled around the cart, found the wooden stake supporting the cart and kicked it away. With a clang, the cart sank heavily into the mud. A large bag of grain rolled down along with several empty sacks.
Looking at the big bag of grain, Zhang Liang gnashed his teeth. He quickly picked up a few empty sacks and went back to the entrance next to the carriage. He put the rattan tokens into the sacks one by one, and randomly grabbed a few handfuls of mud to pad them underneath. The sacks and shields were covered again.
He shook the rain off his face and looked at the two shocked faces. Old Hutou said angrily: "You are a little old man. If I hid quickly, I would have been crushed to death by this big car." Zhang Liang said sheepishly: "I forgot that theoretically there is enough space."
Then he ordered Lao Hutou to fill the extra gap in front of the cart with the collapsed soil from behind, and also ordered the cheap uncle to put the grain in a dry place to prevent it from getting wet.
Zhang Liang continued to rub the sack soaked in rain with the mud, then soaked it again and rubbed it several times. He raised his head and said: "I just checked carefully and there is no one around. Why don't we crawl into the woods on our stomachs now?"
"It's very good," said the cheap uncle, "so that we don't have to dig out all this mud."
Old Hutou pondered for a moment and said, "No, if you are discovered by the sentry, you will still be dead." Zhang Liang raised the sack in his hand that was the same color as the mud. "It's hard to be seen with this on."
"I'm afraid that if we climb halfway through the rain, we will be defeated in front, and we will either be trampled to death by people or horses." Old Hutou shook his head and said.
"Besides, it's not that you're safe once you enter the woods. The cavalry will stop chasing after a few miles into the woods and the woods will become denser. Among the rebels, only those who can run faster can only wait for the cover to pass and the defeated troops will be far away. We Only then can we enter the forest calmly." Old Hutou added with a frightened expression.
Uncle Jianyi said helplessly: "I hope it rains until night, God bless you." Then the three of them started digging busy again.
Zhang Liang didn't know when he fell asleep. In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the bustling era when he came. The conference room was filled with smoke, and wisps of smoke seeped out of the full ashtray. Zhang Liang seems to be losing his temper. Why can't the art team adjust the martial arts movements well? It lacks realism...
Someone is shaking Zhang Liang gently. Zhang Liang woke up with a start. In the darkness, he could only hear the sound of horses trampling on the puddles outside, and the light of fire flickered in from the gaps in the sacks and rattan signs.
Then the sound of horse hooves faded away and the fire disappeared.
Old Hutou whispered: "I don't know which side of the Tanma, but there were two waves of troops that were defeated just now. The ones who were killed were miserable."
Zhang Liangming nodded and whispered: "How long until dawn?" Old Hutou shook his head and said: "I don't know."
"They won't attack the city during the day, right?" Uncle Cheap said as he came over.
"It's difficult for cavalry to attack a city," Zhang Liang said as we took a break and prepared to set off, rubbing his numb arms.
After a quarter of an hour, the three of them started packing their things. Old Hutou praised: "Little official, this sack is really easy to carry on your back. It saves much effort compared to the trousers."
Zhang Liang made a silent gesture, put on a camouflage sack, and was the first to climb out of the bunker that was a combination of a cart and a foxhole. He crawled for a while and looked around.
The city in the distance was brightly lit, and nearby there were rangers holding torches, most of them paying attention to what was going on in the city.
The three of them crawled toward the northwest forest little by little, carrying bags and camouflaged sacks.
Note 1: For details, see Kong Er in "Naruto".
