Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

Xiangliu saw that it could pull the cart, so he jumped to the driver's seat and sat down. He turned his head and looked at me and Wang Shiba and said, "You march as usual, head west, and I will try to get back as quickly as possible to meet you."

Wang Shiba and I nodded at the same time, watching the ball of fur fly away with the carriage like a lifelike kite. Wang Shiba winked at me and said with a smile: "Little brother, you ride my horse, and you can continue to tell us on the way, what happened to the hero Yang later?"

I smiled and said, "Okay! If you're tired, I'll go down and walk."

He waved his hand: "The brothers are so bored, they rely on your stories to relieve their boredom. I don't want to tire you out. Shall we go?"

I followed him to the place where porridge was cooked in the morning. The cooks had already put away their work, and the soldiers were gathered in groups of three or four, either chatting together or sitting on the ground wiping their weapons.

Wang Shiba shouted, "Brothers, the boss has given orders. He is going to deliver the goods, so we should go first. Let's continue to retreat to the west."

The skinny guy who had called him by a nickname earlier said with a gloomy face: "Walk, walk, walk, it's just walking every day! When will it end?!"

Wang Shiba hit him and said, "You still have the energy to complain? I don't think you can walk for another day and night!"

The thin man stroked his lower back with his backhand, stood up angrily, and muttered softly: "Don't let people say it... How can a soldier be so embarrassed, not fighting, but running away with the tail between his legs."

Wang Shiba glared at him, his beard puffing up in anger: "This is called tactics, understand?! Let's go!"

The team started moving in small groups, perhaps because they had been traveling for days and had not eaten well, so everyone walked with heavy steps and crookedly. A man dressed as a soldier called out to everyone to be more disciplined, but someone in the crowd retorted: "Hey, you better be more relaxed. It's hard to be lazy now that the leader is not here, but you can't let everyone relax a little!"

The man looked at the team and shut up.

Wang Shiba was in high spirits and kept asking me to tell him the story of Hero Yang. I continued telling him the story as we walked, drinking two water bags and continuing my story until sunset.

I saw a red glow in the sky, burning like a flame to the end of the sky. The apricot-yellow sunset was not as bright as it, and even dimmed in comparison. I felt a surge of pride in my heart, and I couldn't help but sing: "The sun sets in the west, and the red clouds fly. The soldiers return to the camp after shooting..."

Wang Shiba grinned, clapping his hands and humming along. When I finished singing, he looked up at me and asked, "Little brother, this song is pretty good! But the rice is rotten, which is a bit of a letdown."

I laughed out loud, and my heart suddenly felt much more open. The pain in my thighs from riding a horse no longer felt like the hardship.

When it was completely dark, the team had to stop and set up camp with several tents. However, there were not enough tents, so they found a few caves nearby, hastily cleaned them, covered them with straw, and turned them into a temporary resting place.

The clever soldier shot a few rabbits and picked up some bird eggs, so he had meat in the evening. He put bird eggs in the porridge and cooked it deliciously. He also roasted rabbits next to the porridge, which made everyone salivate. From time to time, someone would come to see if they were done.

When everyone got a big bowl of porridge, they devoured it. Wang Shiba was usually generous and always treated everyone, so he got a rabbit leg.

He chewed it in two or three mouthfuls and said loudly, "Ah, this rabbit meat is so lean that it gets stuck in my teeth! If you want to talk about deliciousness, the black pork from Mr. Li's house that I ate before is the best. The big elbow is so fat and juicy. I take a bite and it's so delicious..."

The fat man sat next to him, looking forward to it: "When the brothers come into the city, I will catch one of them and have a taste of it!"

A boy next to him, picking up some pickles, said, "Come on, you guys can't bear to part with it! Especially Brother Wang, he's saving all that money to help his brother get married!"

I asked curiously, "Brother, you have a younger brother?"

Wang Shiba sucked on the rabbit's leg bone and said vaguely, "Yes, but I didn't bring it with me. I'm working as a farmhand in Old Chenrong's territory."

The fat man laughed and said, "So when he sees someone of similar age, he thinks of his own younger brother and treats him very well!"

Wang Shiba smiled innocently and said, "I don't think about it. If I treat other people's brothers well outside, maybe someone will treat my brother well at home!"

I served him another bowl of porridge and said, "Big brother is a good person, so I'm sure I'll be kind too. There will always be people who will help kind people."

Wang Shiba took the bowl and said with a smile: "I'll give you some good words!"

After dinner, everyone went to caves or tents. I didn't know where to go and stood there for a while.

Wang Shiba came over and asked, "Little brother, are you and big brother sleeping in the cave? The tent is drafty, so it might be cold at night."

I felt a little uncomfortable, but couldn't refuse the invitation, so I smiled awkwardly.

He slammed his palm and said, "That's right! You used to be a servant of a rich family, so you are used to living in a room by yourself? In that case, I live outside and you live in the innermost part, okay? Your eldest brother might snore at night, so I have to stay away from you."

I nodded and followed him into a cave nearby. He carried the basket of herbs and rummaged around in the candlelight for a long time before finally finding a small porcelain bottle.

He came closer with the porcelain bottle and said to me, "It's time to change the medicine. Can I change it for you, brother?"

I felt embarrassed again, and said shyly, "Thank you, brother... I can do it myself, just give it to me."

He smiled: "We are all men, why are you embarrassed?! Well, give it to you, you can make it yourself anyway."

I took the porcelain bottle and walked to the innermost part of the cave. I heard him walk to the outer room and lie down quietly. Then I blew out the candle, undressed, and fumbled to untie the cloth wrapped around the wound.

The wound didn't hurt much anymore, just a little itchy, probably because flesh had started to grow and heal. I followed his example and poured a handful of powder, patted it on my back, and wrapped the strip of cloth back on.

After doing all this, I suddenly felt a little cold. I paused and got goose bumps all over my body.

Although I couldn't hear any unusual sounds in my ears, only the sound of the wind outside and the occasional bird calls, my intuition was sounding alarm bells.

There are people in the cave.

I felt around me and found no weapons except candles.

So I took out a tinder from my bosom and polished it.

The firelight illuminated the sword on the opposite side.

A young man in a black nightgown, with a tall figure and a mask on, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed, was standing at the edge of the cave, staring at me intently.

I seem to have seen these eyes somewhere.

When he saw me looking at him, he didn't panic, but took a step forward slowly.

I hurriedly shouted outside: "Brother?!"