Meng Jiucheng's face seemed to be smiling, but it looked ugly. He shook his head vigorously, pointed to the mountain road, and said, "I'll go and see there."

After walking a short distance, creaking footsteps came from behind. When I looked back, it was Mu Xiaowei who followed me.

The girl's cheeks were flushed and she was still breathing quickly. She had not adjusted after strenuous exercise.

The two looked at each other and smiled, without saying much, and came to the mountain road. A war horse fell in the snow, and its legs seemed to have broken. Another war horse rolled into a ditch two or three meters deep next to the road. It was nothing, neighing and walking around to find a way out. There was a rioter next to him, whose legs were broken by the horse when he fell down, and he was nestled in the snow and moaning and whimpering.

"Catch someone alive, and you can understand the situation." Meng Jiucheng turned to Mu Xiaowei and said, "Please call Qiao E. I can't get this man and horse by myself."

Mu Xiaowei nodded and said with some concern: "There is another guy who ran down the mountain? Or is he hiding nearby?"

"Where is there, it seems to be dead." Meng Jiucheng pointed.

Only then did Mu Xiaowei see a person lying on the branch of a big tree beside the road, and it seemed to be thrown out by a fallen horse. She didn't move, and even though she was not dead, she lost the threat. The girl smiled and then turned around and went back.

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With a buzzing sound, Mu Yi pulled the bowstring and tried to make it. Then he took the quiver and pulled out the wolf-tooth arrow made by seiko. He smiled and nodded, and praised: "What a bow, what a good arrow!"

This good bow was seized from Shi Deguang, who was even more cowardly than Pei Qing. The guy was injured by the face and could not see his eyes. He was lying on the snow and was stabbed to death by Da Chou.

Meng Jiucheng took a sip of hot water and turned his inquiring eyes to Mu Yi.

"Although the injury has not yet healed, he can still draw the bow and shoot the arrow." Mu Yi nodded vigorously in response to Meng Jiucheng's gaze, "There are only six defeated soldiers, and there are no generals. With this bow in one hand, the Taoist priest and Madam Qiao, it is very sure to deal with them."

Taking advantage of the victory to pursue this, this was what Meng Jiucheng thought of after he tried the prisoner. After the battle, he had a clearer understanding of his martial arts and combat power. It should be no problem to fight two or three soldiers against ordinary soldiers.

There were fifty or sixty refugee prisoners at the foot of the mountain, and only six soldiers were guarded. Even if they did not use gunpowder jars, Meng Jiucheng felt that he had a good chance of winning.

"Then it's not too late. Let's go down the mountain to kill the enemy and save people." Seeing Mu Yi's agreement, Meng Jiu stood up when he was established and said, "Miss Mu and Da Chou stayed in the temple to guard. Sanming went around the Taoist temple to beat gongs and shout, let the refugees come back!"

Mu Xiaowei seemed to have something to say, but Mu Yi pressed her hand and pointed at the little girl. She had no choice but to swallow the words back helplessly.

"Cook all the meat, I, we will have to eat when we come back to victory." Qiao E has already obtained horses and weapons, and is still thinking about eating, but this time she has made progress and knows how to use multiple numbers to count Meng Jiucheng and others.

Hehe, Meng Jiucheng laughed twice, dressed neatly, and took the two of them out of the Taoist temple.

The snow that had been falling for a while finally stopped. Half a cold moon floated among the sparse frozen clouds, and a few sparse stars hid in the horizon from a distance, blinking their eyes.

The three of them walked along the mountain road for a while, and Meng Jiucheng pointed at the road, drilled into the woods from a relatively gentle snow slope, and went down the mountain in a hidden way.

The snow in the sky had stopped, but the snow under her feet was very thick. However, there were a large ball of weeds tied to her feet, which played the role of snow shoes, so it was not too difficult to walk.

Mu Yi secretly glanced at Meng Jiucheng, and saw that he was concentrating on his mind and walked forward quickly. This Taoist priest was very unusual. When he met him, he was a little stupid and stupid when he hadn't seen him for a few months. He was like a complete transformation. This gun technique made him proficient, and I don't know which famous teacher taught him. The jar that was as shocking as thunder was more powerful than the firearms in the army. His thinking was not hindered, he was meticulous and meticulous than ordinary people.

Meng Jiucheng didn't know that Mu Yi was peeking at him and was asking questions. While leading the way, he was also thinking and thinking.

The troubled times have come, and it is the time for heroes to rise up. But it is easy to say, but it is complicated and difficult to do. Rescuing this group of refugees may become his own team. Even if there are only dozens of strong people to follow, it is the beginning of commanding thousands of troops.

But how to solve it if you just eat? The place is broken, the people are displaced, and normal production and life are seriously weakened. The most scarce thing is food. "The mountains of treasures are accumulated, and they cannibalize people" is not an exaggeration. Even if you have money, where do you want to buy food?

Building a village in the mountains and relying on one's own strength is of course a way. But far away water cannot quench the thirst in the near future, how can you survive the winter and survive the spring famine?

It is also a way to hit the beach and attract merchants to transport grain from the south. Although there are many difficulties, it seems to be faster. However, it depends on how to develop to have the strength.

As for learning from the Mongolian army, riots, rebels, and robbers, plundering and raising troops to expand their lives, and insidiously disregarding the blood and lives of thousands of innocent people. Meng Jiucheng had thought about it, but instinctively resisted and opposed it.

Meng Jiucheng was thinking randomly, and suddenly saw a flash of fire in front of him. He hurriedly stopped his mind and reminded the two people behind him to be careful.

Through the gaps between the trees, the closer you get, the more you see the fire, and there are still figures riding horses swaying. When you get closer, you can hear crying and scolding.

In a depression not far from the road, fifty or sixty refugees were surrounded there. The weather was cold and the adults cried, the children cried, and they were cold and hungry. The scene was particularly miserable.

The corpse, half-covered by snow, was around the depression, with different postures and bloody appearances. The snow on the trees was constantly blown down by the wind, falling indifferently, as if to cover up the sins and blood in this world.

Several soldiers set up tents and set up fires. They rode their horses around the depression, but saw someone coming out and ruthlessly chopping them.

That's right, if fifty or sixty people scattered and ran around, they would always escape. But as described in history, a vicious soldier could hold hundreds of people, or even kill them one by one. Why didn't those killed resist? Such things have happened a lot from ancient times to the present.

Meng Jiucheng and the other two quietly touched the woods, observed the situation before, and whispered to discuss the solution.

"These guys must have heard the movements on the mountain. I guess they sent someone to observe them." Meng Jiucheng counted the riots carefully, as if one was missing.
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