When she was cooking the porridge, someone was still staring at her. She had already put the paper bag containing the powdered medicine in her sleeve. When stirring the porridge, the powdered powder leaked from the cuff a little bit. Her hands kept turning, and the powdered powder was white. Yes, it spilled a little, and it was not clear to the naked eye at all. It kept leaking until the whole packet of powder leaked out, and the porridge was cooked.
After the porridge was cooked, Bai Zhi asked to drink a bowl first to help them taste it.
The soldier smelled the scent of the porridge, his stomach screamed many times, and he also knew that these rice were the last rice. After today, they will eat roasted sweet potatoes tomorrow. At this time, how could he give up? Give a bowl of Baizhi
The porridge was carried away by two soldiers. Three hundred soldiers, one bowl for you and one bowl for me, there were more than a dozen people who had no choice but to eat roasted sweet potatoes with the villagers.
As the sky darkened, Bai Zhi moved quietly to Hu Changlin's side, handed a thin scalpel to his hand, and whispered: "The porridge they drank was drugged, and it should happen in a while. Individuals did not eat, you hold the knife in your hand, quietly untie them, tell them that we will deal with the remaining dozen people together at that time, we are crowded, don't be afraid, if you don't work hard, all of us will die."
Hu Changlin understood, and immediately did what Bai Zhi said. Those who were tied up were all young and strong men in the village. They had been holding back the fire a long time ago. After hearing what Hu Changlin said, all of them were full of enthusiasm. Wrong, if you don't fight it, it's a dead end. If you fight it now, you might still have a chance to escape.
Bai Zhi squeezed into the pile of women and cut the ropes that bound them one by one. When she squeezed to Zhao Lan's side, she made a low voice, making Zhao Lan's body tremble, and tears could not stop falling. She had felt that this child was familiar before, and the more Zhao looked like Zhi'er, she didn't dare to recognize it, and she didn't want to recognize it. She would rather this child not be Zhi'er.
She is Zhier, she really is Zhier.
"Mother, I am saving you, don't be afraid, we will be free soon." She patted Zhao Lan on the shoulder.
Zhao Lan choked and said, "You stupid girl, you really want to die!"
Bai Zhi smiled: "Without a mother, why do I want this fate?"
Zhao Lan's tears were falling more and more, her hands were tightly pulling Bai Zhi, the previous fear was wiped out, a courage that had never been gathered in her chest, she was not afraid of anything with her daughter.
A soldier noticed something wrong with their end, and immediately walked over: "Hey—what are you doing?" The soldier held the handle of the knife with one hand, ready to draw the knife at any time.
Xiaofeng and Hu Changlin stood up, and the men who had squatted on the ground also stood up.
Many of these women are their wives and daughters, and they cannot just ignore them.
Upon seeing this, the soldier roared: "You are so brave!" He drew out the long knife with a brush, and was about to shout to the brother in the distance, but suddenly felt that the sky was dark in front of him, and the whole world was spinning, constantly. Spinning, falling to the ground, unconscious. . .
The soldiers in the distance fell down a large area in various postures, either left, or right, or up and down.
In the end, only a dozen stunned soldiers stood stupidly, not knowing what happened.
Bai Zhi stood up and yelled at the big guy: "Go get the weapons, kill them, and avenge our relatives."