Two or three days later, the people sent out finally brought a long carriage team. There were about a dozen martial arts warriors, each carrying stone and iron rods on their backs, watching carefully.
"Boss, these teams and martial arts teams are not willing to come, so I have to give you an extra fifty taels before I am willing to go." The hero responded in a somewhat gloomy tone.
Xu Mu was not surprised. With the weather and the times, coupled with the rebellion in Dangyang County, it was quite courageous to dare to go out of the house to beg for food.
"Wei Feng, go and make an announcement and prepare to return to Horseshoe Lake."
In addition to more than a hundred mountain hunters, there were also many villagers, old, weak, women and children. Xu Mu did not want to cause trouble again along the way.
Although it was still freezing cold at the moment, there was a rare glimpse of sunshine in the sky above our heads, which was considered good weather for migration.
The carriages of twenty or thirty lines were obviously still a bit crowded. The sturdy mountain hunters simply climbed on the roof of the carriages, holding their bows and bowing their heads, talking and laughing with the family members in the carriages.
There weren't many objects, at most they were the two pottery jars that the clan elder was reluctant to cook in, and he desperately carried them onto the carriage.
A dozen or so martial artists on horseback did not dare to be careless. They picked up iron bars and ran back and forth along the convoy.
"Wei Feng, pay more attention." Xu Mu condensed his voice slightly.
Dangyang County, which is more than 300 miles away from here, heard that the city was destroyed, and there might be a rout of the army.
"Don't worry, boss."
The light sunlight left a layer of wet snow on the frosty snow path. If you were not careful, you might get your footbags wet.
Xu Mu took a few steps sideways before calling General Feng, and then he turned over and straddled the horse.
"Let's go!"
"My boss said I'll leave soon."
Twenty or thirty carriages, accompanied by the excited cheers of the villagers, began to move along the snowy road. The wheels of the cars ran over each one, leaving only criss-crossing wet marks.
According to Xu Mu's estimate, it would take at least a few days to return to Horseshoe Lake. If we can't enter the inner city today, people may freeze to death when the wind and snow come at night.
"Master, the sun is covering us."
Xu Mu raised his head and cursed in his heart. Sure enough, no matter at any time, we cannot rely on God to show off.
Without sunlight, the world around us becomes colder and colder.
An old horse couldn't stand it anymore, and suddenly fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, struggled several times, and never moved again.
"Wei Feng, go change horses."
When they hitched up the carriage again and started moving forward again, the cold and frosty weather invaded the winter robes.
Not daring to delay any longer, Xu Mu hurriedly urged the horse again and allowed the convoy to continue driving.
The dozen or so horse racing warriors all looked sad. Occasionally they would run a little further, pick up a long iron rod, and poke it into the withered grass a few times.
"My boss, we have traveled sixty miles. If there are no problems, we should be able to enter the inner city before tonight."
Once you enter the inner city area, you can find a place to spend the night.
"Little boss, leave quickly!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, I'll leave quickly!"
At this time, four or five martial artists suddenly turned pale and rode back from the front in a hurry.
"What!"
"Don't ask, hurry up and leave first!"
"I'm asking you why!" Wei Feng said in a dissatisfied tone.
"I saw from a distance that there were two to three hundred forest bandits running in the direction where I was waiting!" A middle-aged martial artist gasped, and his body began to tremble unnaturally.
He makes a living by licking the edges of knives, which is not a sign of lack of courage, but the one he saw earlier was clearly holding a person's head with a branch.
Xu Mu frowned and glanced back. There was no way these twenty or thirty carriages could urge the horses to move fast on such a snowy road.
"Two or three hundred people?"
"About two or three hundred."
"Two or three hundred? Master, I propose a killing spree." Wei Feng's thirty-year-old men and horses all had cold faces.
Compared to forest bandits and dogmen, these people crawled out from among the dead and had never seen any battles before.
Xu Mu turned his head. Although the faces of the more than a hundred mountain hunting archers were still a little hesitant, they had already taken off their bows. They just waited for orders and immediately started shooting.
"My little boss, they are not forest bandits, they are a defeated army! A defeated army from Dangyang County!" Another cavalryman hurried back, shouting at the top of his lungs, probably because he was hoarse from shouting.
"Stop the horse!" Xu Mu's face was cold. The snowy road was difficult, and there were too many villagers on the carriage, making it almost impossible to run.
If these defeated troops dared to attack, they would have no choice but to follow Wei Feng's instructions and kill them.
Moreover, Xu Mu also wanted to see how capable these hundreds of newly recruited mountain hunters were.
"Close! These defeated troops are close!"
"Wait, let's go to Fulin!" Xu Mu shouted back, and more than a hundred mountain hunting archers immediately jumped off the carriage and ran into the bare old forest on the side of the snow road.
Wei Feng took off his long sword and roared, and the figures of thirty riders quickly attacked in a roundabout way.
A dozen martial artists wiped away cold sweat while retreating to the side of the convoy.
The villagers on the carriage consciously avoided their bodies. Even though they were still trembling, they did not dare to get up and look around.
After drawing his sword, Xu Mu's eyes were solemn. General Feng on his crotch also exhaled thick white mist from his nose. He only waited for Xu Mu's order before he raised his horse's hooves and charged.
The sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly reached my ears.
In the bare forest opposite, as the probing Wu Xing said, there were at least two to three hundred defeated troops, wearing uneven robes and armor, and most of them only had weapons such as sticks in their hands.
To be honest, Xu Mu had no objection to these people who rebelled. Both the left and right Daji are in terrible condition, and someone should appear who can give the final blow.
But whether it's the official army or the rebel army, if they don't let him live, he will naturally not show mercy.
"Master, why are they arguing?"
Xu Mu was startled and looked up again. I found a middle-aged man with injuries all over his body. He was tied up tightly and kept being pushed and beaten.
Faintly, Xu Mu could still clearly hear the curse words.
"You are the bad guy who taught me to rebel! Now, the city is destroyed and we have no way to survive!"
"You are just a teacher, but you insist on claiming that you are a counselor. What are you planning! You can't even defeat the army! I won't be emperor for two days, and then I will be gone!"
The middle-aged man said nothing, only looked cold and moved forward silently.
…
Xu Mu looked stunned when he heard this.
I probably understood that the middle-aged man should be the private school teacher in the rumors, who taught a few farmers who farmed tenant fields to gather together to rebel and occupy Dangyang County.
But he didn't expect that within a few days, he would be defeated by the army.
And became an emperor?
Xu Mu let out a sigh of relief. This was like a person who had been poor for half his life and suddenly made a fortune. He couldn't help but show off his wealth and vent his anger.
"Boss, they are here."
The defeated army of two to three hundred people also walked to the side of the snow road at this time.
The leader was a bearded man, wearing a nondescript Chinese robe with a rough golden dragon embroidered on it.
He swallowed to make his voice sound more straight and round.
"I, I am the Emperor of Dashun. I order you to offer horses and food. If there is a woman aged twenty-eight, she can be made the imperial concubine."
"I'm stunned." Xu Mu drew out his long sword with a cold expression on his face.
Behind him, more than a hundred mountain hunters also raised the old wooden bows in their hands. The martial artists who gritted their teeth also tightened their grip on the iron rods in their hands.
Wei Feng and his thirty horsemen had already formed a double-wing formation, their horses' hooves were heavy, and they were ready to charge in.
