Fortunately, it was a dark night after the rain. The three of them avoided the firelight of the probing horse, the reflective puddles, and the corpses scattered along the way. Some of them had been stripped naked. Every time they saw a naked corpse, Lao Hu His head was trembling a little, and he was more cautious.
The three of them had entered the forest and took a breath. The cheap uncle said in a low voice: "Go in that direction, it's dark and you can't tell the way." Zhang Liang glanced at the tall tree crown, pointed to the sparse side and said: "That way is north. Go northwest first and stay away from dangerous areas."
Every fifty trees or so, Zhang Liang would observe the tree crown, and then move two trees to the west. If he encountered a ravine, he would try to go around as far west as possible.
The three of them had been walking for an unknown amount of time. The morning fog had begun to fill the air. The wet, cold and smooth mountainous terrain had exhausted the three of them. Zhang Liang's stomach was already empty, and the drums were beating loudly. Then he suggested to rest and eat before leaving.
Old Hutou found a nest in the wind, and the three of them took out dry food from their backpacks and started to eat crazily. We had just finished offering sacrifices to the five internal organs temple and were pouring water.
Lao Hutou impatiently put down the rations and said, "Young official from the Zhang family, Laizhou is in the northeast. How long will it take for us to take a detour to the northwest?"
Zhang Liang burped and said: "Old Hutou, you always talk about Laizhou, Laizhou, where is Laizhou?"
"Laizhou is Laizhou," Lao Hutou replied puzzledly.
"Where in Youzhou?" Zhang Liang also thought about it, where exactly is Laizhou? Why have I never heard of it?
"In the northeast of Youzhou," Old Hu Tou said.
"Then what states are to the west of Laizhou?" Zhang Liang was still constructing a map of Hebei Province for later generations in his mind, wondering where Laizhou was.
Lao Hu stroked his goatee and thought, "The west of our coming state is Yingzhou, the west of Yingzhou is Pingzhou, the west of Pingzhou is Jizhou, and the west of Jizhou is Youzhou."
Zhang Liang hurriedly interrupted: "Stop talking, I don't understand, how far is Laizhou from the sea." Old Hutou smiled: "It's more than thirty miles from Laizhou City to the sea."
Zhang Liang thought that it would probably be Tianjin or Tangshan in later generations, and the entire Youji would be the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region in later generations.
I can't help but shudder when I think about walking across the Yanshan Mountains on two legs. Zhang Liang planned not to shift the route westward.
It’s just that Zhang Liang never expected that the place under Xiongzhou City last night would be the Xiongan New Area in later generations.
After walking for another day, the sun turned to the west, and groups of crows were hovering on the treetops. The woods gradually became thinner, and there was a faint sound of rushing waves. It seems that a big river is not far away.
Uncle Jianyi also heard the sound of water and exclaimed. Running towards the river, after two days in the mountains, the water bag had already bottomed out. The cheap uncle plunged the water into the river and started drinking.
Zhang Liang glanced around, rushed to Uncle Jianyi's side, pulled him up, and pointed at the swollen body floating in the river.
The cheap uncle vomited for a while and spit out the water he drank. The old bearded man sighed: "What a sin."
After the cheap uncle had finished vomiting, he said, "If you can't walk anymore, let's eat something warm by the river. We've almost eaten dry food."
Then the three of them came to the edge of the forest, fetched water with their helmets, and set up two simple stoves. Old Hutou picked up some dry firewood, only to find that he didn't bring any flint or fire sickle.
The cheap uncle took a piece of hemp rope and randomly found a branch and tied it into a small bow shape. He wrapped the hemp rope around a dry wooden stick and put hay and sawdust on the dry firewood. As the small bow was quickly pulled, hay appeared in a moment. Thick smoke arose, and with a few blows, flames burst out.
As the fire crackled, Zhang Liang could already smell the aroma of rice. Old Hutou was busy pouring warm water into the water bag.
Zhang Liang has also been very enthusiastic about eating dry food these days. The so-called dry food is millet fried with some kind of fat, and half of it is raw. Although the other half is cooked, it overall contains a lot of sand. When you eat it, you don't know whether it is uncooked rice or sand, but the texture is the same.
As the cheap uncle shouted "Okay." he hurriedly divided the wheat rice into several wooden bowls and distributed them to everyone. Zhang Liang took a bite with chopsticks made from tree branches and almost vomited.
Food bloggers are probably at a loss for words about this taste. It's so hard that it's hard to swallow, like eating rubber pellets.
Zhang Liang ate haphazardly again, leaning against the fire and playing with the crossbow, thinking about when he could finish this meal. It’s been a few days since I traveled through time, and I haven’t eaten anything good, just half-cooked staple food.
It seems that the poor and lower-middle peasants are at the level of starvation in this evil old society.
Suddenly Lao Hutou kicked the fire out, and then poured the half-cold water in the helmet on. After beating it a few more times with a disguised sack, Old Hutou whispered, "There is the sound of horse hooves." After it was completely dark, Zhang Liang could only see some embers in the fire flickering.
Uncle Jianyi immediately started to pack his things, and Zhang Liang also looked around alertly. I saw that there was indeed a flicker of fire downstream. There seemed to be the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
Zhang Liang also quickly put the things into the bag, tied the four leather ropes of the half-length armor to the four corners of the camouflage sack, and put it on him in one go. The cheap uncle smiled when he saw it, and put it on himself in the same way.
Uncle Jianyi also quickly tied the last half-body armor and camouflage sack and put it on Lao Hutou. The three of them then quietly disappeared into the depths of the woods. Find a place with moonlight behind you to hide.
Only Zhang Liang squatted down and looked out carefully from behind a tree.
In the darkness, a group of people came along the river. Only the leader was on horseback, and the others were on foot. Under the firelight, Zhang Liang saw one of the flag bearers holding a red flag with black characters on it, which read Chang Teng (note: Chang Teng). 1) Two words.
Walking to the embers, "Xiao Heizi, your vision is indeed good. Someone is indeed making a fire here to cook." The horseman said. "You guys go into the mountain and search to see if you can capture those people."
The man who looked like an adjutant next to him said: "It's just a few mountain people. If they run far away, my brother's trip at night will be in vain." The horseman said again: "I will go upstream to notify others to outflank them from the other side. Take this Several people’s heads go to receive the credit.”
Zhang Liang took a deep breath after hearing this, killing a good man and taking credit for it!
Immediately the leader of the horse rode up the river, and half of the people followed suit. Seven or eight people were left, cursing and heading towards the forest.
The old bearded man was so frightened that he was shaking like chaff. The armor had already made a slight collision sound, and the cheap uncle tried his best to steady Lao Hutou with both hands. Zhang Liang also gently strung the crossbow and placed the crossbow arrows.
The people who came were not dispersed, and they walked carelessly deep into the woods.
Zhang Liang lowered his body slightly and hid in the shadow of the big tree.
Note 1: In the dark night, Zhang Liang didn’t see clearly the traditional Chinese word Changsheng ( Changsheng ).
