I was engaged in construction in ancient times

The huge city gate opened.

A tall, handsome man in a red and black military uniform came out first with a silver gun in his hand. Behind his head was a long horse with a hollowed-out golden crown and a high erected horse was swaying in the wind. Behind the man were more than 20 people of the same height. Strong northern warrior.

Seeing the city gate opened, Zheng Li had a flash of joy in his eyes. He raised his arms and shouted: "The city gate is open! Let's attack together and kill the dog official!"

"As long as we go to the city, we won't be hungry!!!"

"Brothers from Jianzhou, let's go!"

There were very few people who responded.

Duan Shubai strode forward, the hem of his red clothes was fluttering in the wind, his phoenix eyes fixedly swept across the group of refugees in front of him, the refugees were divided into two groups, one part was composed of Zheng Li's group of angry and part-timers. Most of them are young and middle-aged people in the state, and they are clamoring to break into the city with their weapons; .

"Kill the dog officer, brothers, don't be afraid!"

"Let's go!"

Zheng Li shouted alone, and the voices of the crowd became weaker and weaker.

Zheng Li's accomplices looked at each other, they watched the man with the gun walking towards them step by step without hesitation, his phoenix eyes were full of power, his face was frosty, his steps were not in a hurry, and he walked towards them rhythmically. As they approached, behind him seemed to be a golden blazing sun, which was mighty and flickering.

Obviously he was only wearing a simple military uniform, but he seemed to be wearing a battle armor, and the gleaming light of the armor shone into their eyes.

The surrounding area became more and more quiet, as if the sound of his footsteps was knocking on the ears, Zheng Li and his party were as quiet as cicadas, as if they were in the forest and were being watched by a ferocious and cruel beast, their footsteps involuntarily retreated, their hearts Terrified, they watched in horror as the man who was gradually approaching them had a mocking smile on his face, and he whispered in their ears with faintly smiling, calm, loud words: "Didn't you say that you would Attacking the city? All right, step over my body."

Zheng Li felt that the people around him were retreating. His legs were trembling. He was their leader. He could not retreat. His hands were stained with blood. Looking at the man walking straight towards him, Zheng Li still held a big knife in his hand, which he snatched from the soldier who sent the news in the morning.

He could barely carry a big knife that weighed more than ten kilograms. Before, Zheng Li felt that he was extremely brave with the knife.

By the way, Zheng Li shook his hand, he still has a knife!He tried his best to hold up the heavy broad blade slightly, his eyes sparkled, and a sudden courage spread in his chest, he had a weapon, he could resist, and killed the man in front of him! !

He opened his mouth—

"Let's go, kill this dog officer!"

Before he could spit out a single word stuck in his throat, Zheng Li's world was spinning.

Duan Shubai's eyes fixed on this man who was stirring up rumors among the refugees and creating riots. He kicked him to the ground, stepped on his chest slowly, swung his spear in his hand, and knocked Zheng Li's body to the ground. His throat was nailed to the floor with a "bang", Zheng Li's eyeballs protruded when he fell on the ground, his mouth opened like a dry thirsty fish, Duan Shubai pulled out the tip of his gun, blood splashed all over the ground.

There was silence among the refugees.

Duan Shubai heard that in the riotous crowd, someone dropped a bag full of stones to the ground, and the stones fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

The man was extremely panic-stricken, and stood there dumbfounded, not daring to lower his head to pick it up, for fear that he would follow in Zheng Li's footsteps.

This was different from what some of them imagined. They followed suit, just to force Jianxing City to open the city gate and let them in. They were neither willing nor willing to use their corpses to knock open the city gate.

Unexpectedly, seeing blood all of a sudden, a killing god came out——

This is not the same as what they wanted.

"boom!!"

There was a crisp sound, and the spear stood on the ground. This sound struck everyone's ears coldly, waking them up like a dream.

Duan Shubai stood at the gate of the city, and all eyes were on him. He said in a voice that everyone present could hear: "I am Duan Shubai, the prefect of Yangzhou. I arrived in Xuanzhou yesterday and heard about the I am deeply saddened by the displacement of the people. Yangzhou has a vast land and few people, and is willing to take in the refugees from Jianzhou. So I discussed with the prefect of Xuanzhou. Sun Taishou agreed to let the refugees go to Xuanzhou through Xuanzhou, and lent four large ships to send the refugees to Yangzhou. .”

"Today there was a riot among the refugees, and there were rumors that Sun Taishou wanted to coax the refugees into the boat, and dug boat pits on the river to kill the refugees--hehe, I want to tell you that the brain is a good thing, your homeland was washed away by the flood , but his head is not soaked in the water, is it? Sun Taishou will only do the stupid thing of sinking a ship and killing people unless he is crazy. If he doesn't want to care about the refugees, he can just block you out of the city. It is a vicious idea that insanely arouses public outrage."

"He who can fabricate such rumors must be extremely vicious himself."

Duan Shubai scanned all the refugees, and finally said: "I will say the last word, if you are willing to believe me, stand to my left, and take a boat with me to Yangzhou later."

There was a commotion in the crowd of refugees. They looked hesitant, and no one was willing to take the first step. One of Zheng Li's accomplices, named Bu Hailiang, saw this and shouted loudly: "Don't believe him, he kills people like hemp!" , He said he is the prefect of Yangzhou, so he must be? He must be lying to us."

Like Zheng Li, Bu Hailiang saw blood on their hands, and they had no choice but to incite people to fish in troubled waters.

"He is so ruthless, when he coaxes us into the boat, it will only be more cruel to kill us."

"He is bloodthirsty, we must not trust him!"

"We have to form a rope and fight against them together!! We are brothers and sisters, don't trust him!"

The crowd of refugees was flustered, you looked at me, I looked at you, there was no decision, Duan Shubai stood on the spot holding a gun, facing this situation calmly, his murderous intent had not faded, his eyes were as clear as the sea .

An old woman came out from the crowd of refugees, and was the first to stand in front of Duan Shubai. She held a cane, looked fiercely at the group of violent refugees, pointed at Bu Hailiang with her skinny fingers, and said in a thick voice: "Bu Hailiang, Zheng Li, Liu Long..."

She called names one by one.

"You mixed with the refugees and raped women and girls, and cooked human flesh in a pot... Ahem, this prefect Duan killed well! My old lady, I would rather sink a ship and be buried in the river than be with a bunch of you beasts!"

The refugees panicked, "Cannibalism..."

There are still people with conscience among the violent refugees. Look at the people around them, and there are such people who have no conscience around them.

With the first person, there is the second person, and more and more people come to Duan Shubai's side.

Bu Hailiang's expression was wrong, and he was about to struggle to step back and say something. Duan Shubai's eyes were sharp, and he led his men to capture all the thorns in the mob and tie them up with ropes.

After finding out the people who killed the officers and soldiers, Duan Shubai handed them over to Sun Zhixin, "Leave these people to Master Sun."

"Families of officers and soldiers who lost their lives should comfort them well."

Sun Zhixin nodded: "Lord Duan, don't worry, I will handle all these properly."

Duan Shubai also nodded slightly, turned around, walked to the pile of refugees who had made their choices, and said loudly: "Whoever is willing to follow me to Yangzhou, follow me later, and we will walk to the pier together."

The refugees answered in unison.

The gates of the city were opened, and more than 200 Jianxing officers and soldiers stood guard on both sides of the road, clearing a road for people to walk. Duan Shubai walked in the front with a gun, and the refugees followed closely. The tip of the spear in his hand was extremely bright red. , with dried blood stains sticking to it.

The people of Jianxing were blocked on both sides of the road, and the refugees in ragged clothes passed through the city, with the tip of the red gun in front, the scene was quiet and silent, only the sound of footsteps, the team was orderly, and there was no disturbance during the period.

Duan Shubai led a group of people to the pier on foot.

From a distance, I saw a goose yellow figure standing at the air outlet, Xiao Yu and his bright yellow hairband were blown by the cold wind along the river like willow branches floating in spring, and his wide sleeves filled the wind and were blown flat.

Xiao Yuhe's beautiful face was faintly visible in the fluttering of clothes and hair.

When Xiao Yuhe saw the leader of the team, a smile finally appeared on his face that had been tense for a long time. He pulled back his flying hair, wishing he could run to that person immediately, but he looked at the person behind him. In the end, Xiao Yuhe held back the crowd.

There is an aroma of rice soup floating by the river, which can be smelled from a long distance, making a group of hungry refugees swallow their saliva and rejoice with beating gongs and drums in their stomachs.However, the aroma of rice soup is also mixed with another unspeakable taste, which makes people lose their appetite.

A fragrance and a smell are mixed, tossing people to death.

Duan Shubai threw the gun aside, strode forward and took his beloved husband into his arms, and said with a doting smile: "Yuhe."

Xiao Yuhe pressed against his chest and said sweetly, "Husband."

Xiao Yuhe raised his head from his arms, suppressed the smile on his face, and said seriously: "Husband, Yuhe has asked people to cook vegetarian porridge by the river, and let the refugees drink a bowl of porridge before boarding the boat. Yes, Yuhe also asked people to buy a batch of medicinal materials, some of which were piled up on the boat, and some of them I have already asked people to boil a soup to prevent and treat diseases, and let the refugees drink a bowl."

Duan Shubai scratched his nose with a smile: "My Yuhe is really thoughtful!"

Duan Shubai couldn't help but hugged his own Yuhe into his arms and rubbed them. The two hugged each other, both of them were extremely happy. Suddenly, a pungent smell came from Xiao Yuhe's body. Duan Shubai didn't Resisting a sneeze, he rubbed his nose and said in distaste, "What's your smell like?"

The disgusted Xiao Yu got kinder, punched Duan Shubai's chest, stood on tiptoe and stretched his right hand to the other's nose, forcing him to smell the strong smell of medicinal herbs in his hand.

"Are you trying to smoke your husband to death?"

"How dare you despise me, you bastard!"

The two of them had a fight, and the group of refugees who saw Duan Shubai's quick killing just now were stunned by this, so - bloodthirsty or something, it really was a rumor.

Duan Shubai walked up to Fu Qianxi, and instructed: "Aren't you concerned about refugees? Aren't you very capable? Now let you arrange the porridge and medicine, and let me see your ability."

Fu Qianxi did not answer with a sullen face, and went to work in silence. The scene he saw today gave him a great shock.

The refugees lined up in long queues to receive porridge and drink medicinal soup in an orderly manner.

Duan Shubai stood at the wind, and a gust of wind blew by, he sneezed several times, he murmured: "Who is talking about me?"

Across the river, Zhang Changle bit his nib and looked at the sky outside the window - wanting to cry without tears: "General, when will you come back?"