Although the team added some people, the speed of the road was not slowed down. A few young adults who ate and went to the flail were easily able to keep up with the ox cart. After walking for about ten more miles, in the evening, a group of people stopped at a sheltered place by the roadside and buried a fire to make a meal.
A few Jie slaves are not qualified to eat hot meals, they are surrounded by the fire in the outer circle, eating the bran cakes given to them. The cake was dry and astringent, and the person who scratched it had a sore throat. But for the Jie people who have not been able to eat well for a long time, it is still a rare dry food.
Moistening the pancake in his mouth with saliva, Huan Ji touched the people around him and asked in a low voice, "Yiyan, what are you looking at?"
The two of them are from the same village, but they are not from the same village, and they gradually became acquainted with each other because they fled together. Although Yiyan is not young, he is loyal and caring. Thanks to him, the two have been able to live safely until now. Along the way, Huon Ji was obedient to Yi Yan, but unfortunately he was negligent two days ago and met officers and soldiers before being locked up and transported back to the county town. Who would have thought that a buyer would be met on the way. Now that he has gone to the yoke and eaten his meal, Xun Ji's mood has also relaxed, and his expression is no longer so sad.
Yi Yan retracted his gaze and said in a low voice, "Nothing. Who is the one who bought us?"
"Who knows?" Huan Ji swallowed the dry food in his mouth with great effort, "Those nobles are all the same. Anyway, we are also out to escape, who is not the same? It seems that the owner of this house has a good heart, if he can It is a rare luck to cultivate two acres of land well.”
Hunji is telling the truth. Since leaving the original tenant half a year ago and starting to flee the famine, Yi Yan has seen too many evils in the world. The hometown is already starving, and the people's already difficult life has become even more miserable. He once thought of taking Huan Ji north to Youzhou for refuge, but whoever thought he was caught before he left. In this world, there are many vicious people who can kill people alive just for one bite of food, but kindness is rare. But Xun Ji didn't know that what really made him feel uneasy was the face that flashed past behind the bamboo curtain just now.
When Yiyan was a child, he went to Jinyang with his father. His father was a well-known Buddhist sculptor in the village, and he often carved Buddha statues for nobles. In the prosperous Jinyang City, he has seen the frames of those noble nobles, those extremely luxurious mansions, and the nobles wearing brocade and gold and jade. But there was never a man like the man he had just met. So delicate, so pale.
The bamboo curtain was lifted again, and Yiyan couldn't help but look over with a tight expression. However, it was not the man who got off the bullock cart, but a little maid who walked towards the stove with an anxious face holding the medicine jar. After a while, the choking medicinal smell wafted over with the wind.
"Someone's sick?" Huon Ji sniffed and glanced at the little maid, and finally became a little worried, "Could it be that the owner of the team is sick? But there must be no accident..."
Yiyan didn't answer. He silently squeezed the bran cake in his hand and lowered his head to chew it. The firelight reflected on that young face, and also reflected his deeply wrinkled brows.
Early the next morning, A Liang called everyone up and set off on the road. Liang Feng's fever never subsided, which made the car manager nervous. If you can't get back to Liang's house tomorrow, the situation will be dangerous.
For this kind of rapid march, the Jie people have no complaints. It only takes a few dozen miles a day, and most people can survive it. Xun Ji walked with a little effort, but it was not a big problem. Perhaps frightened by the depressing atmosphere in the convoy, he paid more attention to the bullock cart ahead, for fear that the new owner would die if he couldn't get anywhere.
Of course, Yi Yan has also been paying attention to the movement in the ox cart. Every once in a while, the maid would lift the curtain and get out of the car, go to another car to get medicine or change to clean water, and her little face was always full of sadness. This omen is not very auspicious. The bottom of my heart was secretly anxious, and Yi Yan's ears suddenly moved, and he suddenly raised his head!
"There are bandits!"
With this loud roar, a sharp bird chirping suddenly came from the forest, and the birds rushed up, as if they were driven away by some wild beast. In a blink of an eye, a dozen or so men with swords and sticks emerged from the front of the mountain.
"Oops!" At the same time, A Liang also saw the strongmen who cut the diameter. He rushed to the bullock cart in a hurry: "Lord Lang! Lord Lang, we have encountered a mountain bandit!"
After two days of burning, Liang Feng's body was almost dry, and he lay on the ox cart every day, staring blankly at the shed roof with no patterns on his head. This high fever also seemed to have burned out his heart and energy. With no enemies and problems that could not wait to be solved, the pain took advantage of it and made him a little tired to deal with it.
However, when I heard this exclamation, I did not know where the power surged up. Liang Feng sat up abruptly, pulled open the bamboo curtain, and the scene outside was instantly seen. The mountain road is narrow, there are about a dozen enemies on the opposite side, and two bullock carts loaded with debris are rushing ahead. The number of handymen in the team is not enough, but with the group of Jiemen who just bought it, there is still a fighting force to muster the courage.
Without hesitation, he said sharply: "Drag the ox cart horizontally and block it in front of you! Everyone grabbed sticks and formed a formation to block the bandits down the mountain! We have a lot of people, and we won't lose to them!"
No one thought that the sickly head of the family would let them fight. They are all ordinary people. Whoever encounters a bandit who doesn't have weak legs and just wants to turn around and run away
Seeing the panicked appearance of everyone, Liang Feng frowned: "Whoever kills a person, I will spare him three years of Tian Fu!"
After he finished speaking, his black eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the Jieren beside him: "Kill the mountain bandits, and I will give you back your freedom!"
The ferocious enemy is just a hundred paces away. It may not be possible to escape if you turn around and escape. If you fight, you may be free and free. The group of people who were trembling like quails finally straightened their backs. The cart squeaked and dragged to the middle of the road. The leader of the mountain bandit didn't seem to expect that these people would dare to resist, and shouted: "Kill that sheep, and you will get the reward! There are three carts and women! Charge me!"
The two thin hunting bows have been drawn, and the feather arrows are inserted into the hull of the chariot twice. Liang Feng didn't change his face, and said calmly, "A group of three, stand in the center with courage, and attack the front of the enemy. The other two help from the side, and attack the throat and abdomen!"
The troops have always had tactical training subjects, especially those of the armed police. When facing irrational thugs, armed police with only protective shields and batons rely on tactical cooperation. These things are very similar to the ancient mandarin duck formation and centipede team. As long as they cooperate properly and have a tight line of defense, they can block enemies that are several times larger than themselves!
Liang Feng could see clearly that not all the bandits in the mountains were strong and strong. In addition, being called into an ambush and rushing all the way from a distance, it took a lot of physical effort. In the absence of high-precision long-range weapons, there are two large vehicles to check, as long as you don't mess up your side, there will never be a problem.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, the mountain bandits rushed to the front. Roars, screams, and the neighing of livestock mixed together. Yiyan only felt her heart pounding, and her hands were clenching the heavy wheel. After discovering the bandit, he had already made the worst plan. After all, the man bought himself and saved his life. As long as he fights back a few people, he can take advantage of the chaos to seize the ox cart and protect the person from getting out safely.
However, before he had time to act, the other party stood up, and in just a few words, the timid servants mustered the courage to fight. Exemption? free? Not taking these words to heart, Yi Yan only saw a pair of dark eyes, shining like the most brilliant stars in the night sky.
Yi Yan rushed out! The heavy wood hit the bandit in front of him head-on. Without a helmet, the enemy's head was smashed into red and white like an egg. He didn't stop, and immediately rushed to the next bandit. In fact, Yiyan is not very old, and when his figure is not at his best, he is not tall. But his hand strength is definitely not small, and his flexibility is not trivial.
Suddenly there are such fierce people on our side, and the spirits of others are also lifted. Form a team in twos and threes to deal with the bandits who want to climb over the frame one by one. Yi Yan was not rash and reckless, but stuck in the weak defense of the frame, held the enemy's attacking formation, and cooperated with Liang Feng's three or two sound instructions, he was able to resist the bandits with such a simple line of defense. attack.
Seeing that the soft persimmon has turned into a hedgehog, the mountain bandit leader's eyes are burning red, and he shouts at the archer behind: "Shoot the ox cart! Shoot the man on the cart!"
As long as the chief is killed, this group of resisting chores will immediately be scattered. And their target is the same person. This leader's eyes are quite accurate, and he immediately caught the key.
The two hunting bows are nothing, the strings are loose and the bow is soft, and the rate of fire is slow. In a real battlefield, I might not be able to shoot through cloth armor. But at this moment, they had already rushed to the front of the car, such a short distance, even if they were mediocre, they were quite threatening. Only a few swishes, Feather Arrow was already flying towards the ox cart.
Lvzhu let out a scream: "Lang Jun!"
Liang Feng was not panicked, his eyes locked on the coming of the arrows, and with a slight flash, he avoided these soft arrows. Over there, Yi Yan's eyes turned red, and with a loud roar, the hatchet he had just grabbed had already slipped out of his hand, and he flew through the crowd, knocking an archer's nail to the ground with a thud. His figure suddenly turned around and rushed towards the leader of the mountain bandit!
Liang Feng did not miss this scene, and shouted loudly: "Kill the armor-piercing guy and reward you with 10,000 yuan!"
There was a commotion immediately below, and a few daring Jiemen rushed out of the car array and rushed towards the bandits. However, none of them were able to make it to the top. With the roundness of the long stick wheel, Yi Yan knocked the bandit leader who was half a head taller than him to the ground with one stick.
The leader struggled to block the stick with a long knife, but the power of the ten thousand Jun, especially the mere mayfly, can resist it? Not only did the blade not block the long stick, but instead smashed into his neck, with a click, and his head rolled to the ground.
This scene was so bloody that most people were stunned. Immediately afterwards, panic appeared in the eyes of the bandits in the mountains. I don't know who was the first to drop the knife and stick in their hands, and ran towards the mountains without looking back. The formation immediately dissipated, and a few bandits who were still able to run plunged into the forest like rabbits chased by a pack of wolves.
Unexpectedly, they could win the battle, and a few servants couldn't hold back and wanted to catch up. A voice rushed ahead: "Don't chase after poor thieves."
Yi Yan turned his head and saw that the bamboo curtain of the ox cart was raised, and the thin figure appeared in front of him. The man seemed to want to get out of the car, but because of his long illness, his body trembled slightly, his feet were soft and weak, and he couldn't step on it at all.
It seemed like a string was broken in his head, Yiyan threw down the stick, strode up, and put his hand to the other side.