However, for the yellow-headed capital Yuhou Zhang Xun who escaped from the dead again, his situation in Chuzhou during this period was not so good.
Although he gave up his plan to lurch and continue activities in Qingliu City; but his situation has not improved because of this, but has become worse and worse. Because as a large number of villages were abandoned or destroyed due to the time epidemic, the remaining surviving population was scattered and merged into market towns or Dazhuangzi near roads and key points.
This made him want to conduct private spying, contact, and even inciting people's feelings and other activities, and it is undoubtedly greatly compressed. After all, without the familiar township party concealing and covering up each other, instead of sitting with strangers from other places, the probability of still daring to risk death is greatly reduced by sitting under the mutual protection of five households and ten households. .
Before that, Zhang Xun had seen it more than once with his own eyes. Those suspicious people who tried to sneak into or mixed into the villages were called by the villagers and villagers, beaten half-dead alive and then tied up and sent out. Handed over to the nearby thief army officer.
Even those small groups of stragglers and desperate bandits have never been pleased; they are often greeted with enthusiasm for beating gongs and drums desperately while approaching the village. Often before they found their flaws and weaknesses, they were outflanked and flanked by the bandit troops stationed nearby.
The result of most of them failing to run away was to become a corpse hanging from the sidewalk trees on the side of the road. There was also a small part of the cost of surviving, but they took these thief soldiers according to the figure, and then they took the dens and lairs where they were hiding and hiding. Then it burned to ruins again.
So that he, as a dignified general of Shou Hao, a model of the former Chuzhou Hao surname, and the leader of the rangers, was hitting a wall everywhere, and had nowhere to go. He could only rely on the passengers in the village when they were not paying attention. Picking and digging some immature melon and vegetable yam from the field outside, thought of it as a momentary fruit belly.
By the way, there are also local rangers and desperadoes, most of whom originally joined his army and followed the Shou Hao army to pursue their fame. But according to his expectation, there are still some objects that can be activated in the place. But this time the result still disappointed him.
In the suburbs and rural areas, the ancestral temples, villas, other businesses, docks, wild shops and other places where the rangers and desperados like Hedgehog Collection have either been deserted or burned into a piece of white land. Occasionally, you can also see large mounds of landfilled corpses; obviously, the people who gather all the year round among them are also worrying about the end.
Until this moment, Zhang Xun really understood and had to admit that the brutal methods these thieves carried out during the months of late summer and winter had almost destroyed their homes of wealthy surnames from where they could see. There are many generations of business and most of the foundations that can be used in the countryside.
Although he finally found a few old acquaintances under his efforts to search, he did not dare to recognize each other rashly for various reasons. Because most of these people have become the objects of supervision in the settlements of outsiders; finally there is such a person who has no one to look after, but he is suspicious and dare not approach.
Because the other party seems to be trusted by the thieves, it is not sure whether they will give themselves first in exchange for benefits for some reason of interest. At this time, Zhang Xun felt a little regretful. Why did he rush to kill the old slave who had helped him
Now, he finally persisted until a new turning point appeared. For some reason, the thieves scattered in the area have already evacuated in a big way. And the experience of hiding in Tibet in the countryside has also transformed him from a fairly strong and robust warrior's appearance to an unkempt, ragged, countryman image that has been exposed to wind, sun and rain.
Of course, after this step, his original intentions and thoughts have also changed. Since it is no longer possible to expect those villages to respond, he also has to investigate the enemy's situation well, and bring back everything he has seen and heard here to let Yang Durate know, so that he can live up to the exhaustion of these people desperately rushing out. Sacrifice and price.
Zhang Xun thought about it in this way, arched over a new repaired place after the fence collapsed, but in his hand was dragging a thin wild dog with its neck broken, although it seemed to be really shriveled with little meat. But you can barely eat a few meals after being smoked with fire.
These days, eating these half-baked wild animals without oil or salt in the wild, it is indeed a bird with some mouths fading out. But it made him especially miss the days when he was in the army with a kind of big fish and meat under the hands of the robe, drinking as much as possible, and even entering the Guangling, the most prosperous resort in the world, and the days when Mei Ji was accompanied all day long.
As a result, he was a little agitated because he was drinking too much of his hair and blood. He couldn't help but kidnapped a lone washer, thinking that he wanted to, but inevitably, he agitated the neighboring villagers. Run away without killing the other party.
Therefore, at the moment, the only people who can maintain the source of his supplementary supplies are a few hidden households scattered in the wild. It's just that these people are also examples of stubborn lives, and most of them suffer from various evils and wounds, and they can only linger on the dying generation; even he is unwilling to approach and contaminate.
So when the last thing came, he could only choose to venture into the newly established villages and take advantage of the chaos created by all things to wrap up some daily things. And this abandoned livestock stable next to Zhuangzi, the upper part of which was padded with branches, was his temporary hiding place.
However, after stepping in this time, Zhang Xun smelled another smell besides dust, mildew and mud, and saw a few less obvious handprints on the side of the dusty adobe wall. Unable to be surprised, he quickly dropped the wild dog in his hand, turned and retreated while holding down the horizontal knife, but he couldn't prevent the unidentified obstacle from being caught under his feet.
Suddenly the withered canopy cover and bracket above his head collapsed with a crash as if being emptied, and covered him in a cloud of smoke and dust;
Immediately, Zhang Xun, who was ashamed and unable to see, struggled to get up from the collapsed ruins, but was covered by a broken fishing net that was thrown down by the volley; even the horizontal knife could not come in. He pulled it out and chopped it, and he was dragged to the ground with top-heavy force with all the shouts.
"Caught, caught, not in vain for days of practice..."
"Good thief, the theft these days has fallen on the head..."
"Still a habitual offender, my ducks!!"
When Zhang Xun heard this, he was so angry and ashamed that he couldn't wait to roar on the spot. If it weren't for those places where the peaceful thieves were cruel and poisonous, how could the vanguard general who beheaded the flag in Huainan's official army be insulted by the hands of these villagers and savages, and be regarded as a thief
Just as Zhang Xun was struggling hard, trying to draw out the short sword that protects his body, but the next moment another voice exclaimed:
"No, you see, his eyes are as red as silk, his forehead and cheeks are red, I am afraid that he has contracted an external madness?"
"Then it's not going to be beaten to death, dragged out and burned, is it left to be contaminated with everyone?"
Then there was a burst of sticks like the rain, Zhang Xun screamed in pain, and couldn't even speak the whole word. At this moment, he just wanted to die, better than continuing to be humiliated at the hands of this mob of foolish men. Later, his horizontal sword and short sword were also taken out unexpectedly.
Then someone shouted:
"This servant also brought swordsmen. Isn't this just a thief?"
"Look at the flower ornament on the head of the knife. This is not for ordinary dealers."
There was another old voice interface saying:
"Then we have caught a veteran gangster?"
People by the side of the week exclaimed:
"Stop your hands quickly, stop your hands quickly, how can you change things if you kill them!"
"But I don't know if this guy is worthy of my group of ducks?"
"Looking at the outfit, I'm afraid it won't be a sheep..."
"It's not just a sheep. If it's a thief with a lot of history, even a whole cow and horse can be counted on..."
However, listening to these babbled rounds of words, Zhang Xun, who has been beaten all over his body and slumped on his chest, was finally unable to bear the inexplicable grief and anger in his heart, and a mouthful of old blood rushed from his heart to his throat. He passed out with spitting out.
At noon the next day, the villagers who were waiting at the intersection as eyeliners had finally waited eagerly for a small group of people with the Kunpeng Qingqi flag. It's just that there are not many sergeants wearing armors as expected, but a lot of military officials and clerks with black gauze heads, blue and gray tight-sleeved arrow shirts or crotch shirts.
Later, as the leader of the team, Wei Zhuang looked at the villagers who blocked the road and the "things" that were crowded and swollen like pigs' heads. I couldn't help wondering in my heart, is there such a public obstruction, threatening and threatening peace in the Jiangbei prefectures who are not afraid of death
Then he saw a middle-aged man with a face full of folds and lameness, who seemed to be declining before he was old, cautiously squatting on his back and shouting loudly:
"The villain is here to ask the officials for a kindness..."
"I don't know what you are asking for?"
Wei Zhuang became more vigilant, winking at the left and right.
"We happened to catch a big thief yesterday in our village, and I want to ask the official, do you think the offers and rewards in the state and county count?"
"Of course it counts! As long as you can verify your body, you can also convert it into corresponding wealth, rice cloth, poultry and livestock!"
Wei Zhuang heard the sound and said without hesitation:
"That's good, that's good..."
The leader and the people behind him couldn't help but cried out in joy.
So after a while, Wei Zhuang got a short sword as the corresponding identification, but he was slightly surprised and overjoyed. After all, he came from studying in the capital for many years and being a scholar, even if his family is ruined, his corresponding eyesight and knowledge are slightly broader than those of other places.
The so-called basic principle of "swords and swords" is the basic principle, and the sabers in the army are naturally different from the light swords and quick swords that those who like to flick their swords and admire the light swords and the fast swords. Under normal circumstances, only the sons of Qianniu and the warriors in front of the court who belonged to Ouchi Yiwei Zixu, in addition to Yidao and Putouqiang, are equipped with this kind of complicated floral texture, and in etiquette and decoration In nature, it is better than a silver short sword with self-defense function.
In recent years, the imperial court has also increasingly used local names, so even the vassal towns began to imitate such forms, and rewarded those who were close to their children and relatives. Therefore, since the other party can get such a silver dagger, it is at least a job referral for one party's guard general.
Therefore, at this time Wei Zhuang even gave birth to some contradictory thoughts: if he can skip these people and monopolize the power, at least it can be a wonderful help for a further step in the official career. However, the next moment, he abandoned this unbearable idea.
It's like the words of the chief governor who gave them public lectures: "A lie/error requires several or even more lies/errors to make up for and maintain." Is it that he's Wei Duanji? Is character and career worth the weight of such a local leader? That is too self-contained and depraved. (End of this chapter)