After arranging the urgent matters at hand, Zhang Sheng remembered what was on his mind.
Turned around and came to the side hall.
A lonely figure sat there, his head lowered, and his unkempt hair seemed to have turned whiter in an hour or two.
Zhang Sheng stood at the door, observed silently for a while, thought about it, and stepped inside.
Hearing the footsteps, the figure looked up, then lowered his head again. Zhang Sheng walked to his side and sat down. Regardless of the pungent smell of blood, he naturally leaned against the lonely figure and mouthed He said to himself: "Uncle Shan, I'm going to take a rest. I'm too tired. Remember to wake me up if anything happens."
After saying this, Zhang Sheng narrowed his eyes.
This was the only way he could think of to comfort this old man.
Family affection, let him feel family affection.
The men around him, these half-grown children in the village, were tricked by Zhang Jiao into leaving the village and surviving under the swords, guns, swords and halberds. Fathers and brothers like Uncle Shan really took good care of them.
After the defeat of Xia Quyang, the remaining few people fled back to their hometowns. However, what greeted them was only a piece of ashes and charred bodies exposed outside the ashes, as well as a few jackals with round bellies.
Since then, the unlucky man, Yu Zhong, Ding Shan, Shitou, Sun Fu and the two companions who died under Sun's Wubao have become lonely ghosts. The friendship of helping and relying on people to crawl out from the dead, and their fellow villagers, brought the hearts of these lonely ghosts closer, and everyone regarded each other as relatives.
Now, the way to cheer up the old man around him is family affection, and Zhang Sheng will give him family affection.
As he was thinking wildly, Zhang Sheng's eyelids gradually began to grow heavy. In his vague consciousness, he felt as if he was covered with a quilt, and his cold body was slowly warming up.
In this warmth, Zhang Sheng had a dream, a very long dream.
In the dream, high-rise buildings intertwined with the countryside; smoke and lights blended together.
In dreams, there is laughter, fussing, crying, and shouting.
He dreamed that a child crossed the sidewalk and entered the endless wilderness; a boy walked out of the thatched house and stepped into the campus; a familiar and kind face silently put dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions into his bowl; a man with a rough expression , teach yourself to shoot hares one by one...
Zhang Sheng slept for a long time and was very tired. When the sun set in the west and he was slapped awake by a big hand, Zhang Sheng saw a trace of warmth rising again in the blood-red and empty eyes of the owner of that big hand...
Thanks to the Yellow Turban Army's harm to Jizhou, and even more due to Chu Yan and Zhang Niujiao's coveting of the prefectures and counties at this time, the already empty prefectures and counties did not dare to send troops to rescue in time. Uncle Fu did not see him before the sun set. There is no sign of reinforcements coming to the state or county.
In the past day, with the help of vehicles in Liu's Wubao, important supplies were finally transferred.
withdraw!
The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant!
No matter how many things you have, they must be useful. This is the right thing to do!
Zhang Sheng made a choice.
After inspecting the Wubao to confirm that all important supplies had been taken away, and asking the bandits to collect the arrows outside the Wubao, Zhang Sheng issued the order to retreat.
Hundreds of ant thieves walked out of Liu's Wubao and headed towards the mountain pass, carrying cattle and sheep with bright smiles on their faces.
"Brother, look."
Yu Zhong, who was riding a horse beside him, reminded Zhang Sheng, who was moving forward on his own.
Turning the horse's head, Zhang Sheng looked in the direction of Yu Zhong's finger: behind the team of ant thieves, groups of servants, maids, and tenants who helped transport supplies today were carrying the money that the ant thieves had promised them. As a reward, help the old and the young, and follow the team silently forward spontaneously.
Looking at this situation, the corners of Zhang Sheng's mouth slowly turned up in an arc.
As expected!
After breaking the fort, Zhang Sheng left some Liu clan members behind and did not kill all the Liu clan members. It was these people behind him who wanted to kill them. He paid them to help transport supplies and it was also them who wanted to kill them.
The dead are no deterrent, but what about the Home Returning Group? Just asking you if you are afraid?
If they don't follow him, where can they go to survive?
"Brother, why did you keep Zhou Chuang and others with you without asking them where they came from?" Yu Zhong looked away from Wubao and caught up with Zhang Sheng, worried about him.
Asking for directions?
"A-Zhong, there are things he will naturally say when he wants to say them. If he doesn't want to say them, it's probably useless to ask. I don't think Zhou Chuang is a despicable person. Besides, it's still a long time and we can get along slowly. One day we will get to know him."
"Brother, you better be careful, that Zhou Chuang is not weak." Yu Zhong expressed his worries.
Not weak in skills?
At that time, several people from Zhou Chuang came to see him, and Yu Zhong stood beside him. Zhang Sheng had guessed this. Now, Yu Zhong confirmed it himself, and Zhang Sheng was secretly happy.
Living in this troubled world where fierce generals emerge in large numbers, the more powerful the people around you are, the greater your chance of survival will be.
For those who are not weak in skill, the more the better...
It was another busy night, with torches going back and forth between the temporary camp and the old camp in the mountain pass.
In the middle of the night, Zhou Chuang and others returned with the smell of blood all over their bodies, and the flames a few miles away shot into the sky.
Zhang Sheng frowned and looked at the Wubao with flames rising into the sky.
"Mr. Lang, I just acted according to the agreement and didn't even touch any of my female relatives. Afterwards, I took my brothers and left. The people in the village who were waiting outside the fort rushed into Wubao. This can be regarded as Liu's deserved punishment." Right." Zhou Chuang looked at Zhang Sheng and explained.
"Brother Zhou, I know it's probably not your fault, because the time of the fire was wrong, but what do you mean by this?" Zhang Sheng nodded and agreed with Zhou Chuang's statement, but he looked at the men standing beside him. There were several round and bulging things in the makeshift silk gauze on the shoulder that were dripping with blood, and he frowned.
Why do two of them like to chop people up? Dingshan was, and now, Zhou Chuang and others are again this week.
"Lang Jun, they are the culprits who killed our brothers." Zhou Chuang said bluntly.
Forget it, just chop it up, you can’t put it back anyway.
Zhang Sheng cursed in his heart depressedly.
You will not live if you do your own thing!
The sages have long said that the people are the most valuable, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important. Since the ruler treats the people with contempt, why should these wealthy noble families treat the people? You can look down on the common people, or you can despise them in your heart, but you must at least leave a way for them to survive, right? It's a pity that groups of sour scholars deliberately ignored these good advice, and they also deliberately forgot these unfavorable words of advice. They blindly indulged in extravagance, extravagance, and excessive demands. They regarded the lower-class people like themselves as dogs and even managed to survive. If you don't leave it for others, you deserve to perish.
When a volcano accumulates enough power, it will eventually erupt, and so will the anger of the people.
The Liu family is finished...
The flat valley is overgrown with weeds and rocks.
Zhang Sheng stood on the top of the mountain, looking at their old camp and the messy thatched houses in this mountain nest. He felt so bitter that he couldn't express it in words.
Damn it!
There is no industrialization, no high-rise buildings, no technology, no mobile phones, Internet, and WiFi. In the future, this will be my shelter and place to stay. I will be here, wearing these animal skins as clothes, They built their houses with thatched grass and lived among the natives who ate soil and grass, leading a primitive life.
A group of old, young and old, disheveled and disheveled, ran forward and backward, forgetting their sorrow and the cold, rejoicing at the return of Xiaoshuai's victory, and beaming with joy at the thousands of stones of grain.
As for Luo Xiaoshuai who took the people there, why was it Zhang Xiaoshuai who brought the food back? They didn't care because they only cared about their bellies.
Zhang Sheng looked at this group of people, and felt even more sad, because he couldn't be like these people, who could forget their worries, dangers, and dangers just for a period of temporary food. He withdrew his eyes from the mountain nest, Look towards the mountains in the distance.
Chu Yan, a gangster, took advantage of Zhang Jiao's troubles and gathered nearly ten thousand people, establishing his position as the boss in the Taihang Mountains from Hanoi Shangdang in the south to Zhongshan in the north.
Over the next ten years or so, Chu Yan took advantage of the countless bandit dens, large and small, in the Taihang Mountains to harass Jizhou, Bingzhou and even Sili numerous times. The imperial court went to great lengths to appoint Chu Yan in the name of surrendering. In order to pacify the general in trouble and make him manage the administrative and public security affairs in the mountainous areas north of the Yellow River, he can recommend Xiaolian to the court every year and send planners to Luoyang to report.
Now, there are countless groups of yellow scarf thieves who have fled in the black ravines and valleys, and many of them respect their orders.
Not long after the unlucky Zhang Sheng escaped into the flat valley, he received a note from Chu Yan. He had no choice but to pay some filial piety and respect him as his master before settling in this black mountain.
Zhang Sheng now even has some malicious conjectures. After the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Chu Yan and Zhang Niujiao joined forces. Zhang Niujiao, the leader, later died inexplicably in battle, allowing Chu Yan to take over all his political legacy. Could it be that Chu Yan did it deliberately?
In addition, since Chu Yan became the lord of Black Mountain, in the countless valleys and valleys, no one has appeared to compete with him for supremacy in the past twenty years. Is it because others are really too weak, or is Chu Yan's methods clever? Woolen cloth?
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, unless there is one male and one female.
After thinking about it, Zhang Sheng figured out one thing. If he wanted to live in this flat valley, it wouldn't be a big problem. However, if he still wanted to make a big deal, there would be a hurdle that Chu Feiyan couldn't get around. This was a long-term worry.
What about immediate concerns?
There is indispensable friction among the thieves in the Black Mountains. Regarding these frictions, Chu Yan, the thieves in the Black Mountains, always turns a blind eye and lets them do whatever they want.
And Zhang Sheng knew exactly that in the valleys near Ping Valley, there were several forces that were much stronger than him. In the past, they always coveted the few manpower in Ping Valley. Now, his own power It has increased a lot, but what is their attitude toward themselves?
Zhang Sheng thought about everything in front of him, and his head slowly became as big as a bucket.
He regretted it now. He was a good second-year engineering student with a loving father and a loving wife. Why did he have to try to repair some broken machine? As a result, after a loud noise, the field became like this.
Regret, really regret.
From now on, the way to go is to be stubborn, to be stubborn until your fist is big enough and hard enough, and never try to be strong again unless absolutely necessary!
