Hearing the news that the Jiannu cavalry was chasing him, He Xing turned to Wu Fugui and Tang Zhong and said, "Two brothers, my mother, younger brother and sister, I will leave it to you. Take them into the forest to hide, and I will go back to save the villagers."

He Xing jumped out of the car, rushed to the back and dragged his house, holding the bottles and jars and shouted: "If you want to survive, throw away everything and run into the mountain!"

The villagers walked too slowly. They only walked three miles for an entire hour. Why did they walk so slowly? Look at what they brought? There were too many ragged jars and jars, quilts, clothes boxes, farm tools, chickens and ducks, and people carried tables and chairs with missing legs and iron pots that were knocked out and leaked. But how could the villagers be willing to throw away these things?

These guys are worthless in other people's eyes, but in the eyes of farmers, they are worth a lot of money. A poor family is worth a lot of money! If you are used to hard life, you are treasures and you can't bear to leave anything! You can cherish your own broom, and you are in front of you. You hold the box and cage items one by one and don't let go if you beat them to death.

He Xing shouted anxiously: "Is it important for people or things? Stop the things and run into the mountains and forests! Otherwise, if the Tartars come, none of them will survive!"

Seeing that the people were still unwilling to let go of their things, He Xing waved his whip and beat several young and strong men to let go of their items, and pulled the women, children, old and weak into the mountains and forests by the roadside.

Some people still refused to leave their things and burrow them in the mountains and forests! He Xing was anxious, and waved his whip and snatched them. He forced himself to snatch things from several villagers and threw them on the side of the road, driving them into the mountains and forests.

Turning back, he saw a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old holding a pot of clay pot tightly in her hand. He Xing still yelled, but she refused to throw it away. She could already hear the sound of horse hooves on the mountain road. He Xing was anxious and snatched the pot of clay pot in the girl's hand and threw it on the ground with a "pop".

The clay pot was broken, and a jar of pickles was sprinkled all over the floor.

The girl cried loudly with a "wow" sound. He Xing no longer cared about the help of men and women. He grabbed the girl's hand, pulled her and ran into the forest.

"Brother, can you wait a moment? My stepmother and younger brother are still behind." The little girl begged.

He Xing knew this girl, her name was Xiaohui. Her biological mother passed away when she was three years old, and her father took another refrain. Her stepmother was very bad to her and only loved her younger brother. Xiaohui was often beaten and scolded by her stepmother for no reason. But she didn't expect that at this critical moment of life and death, she actually thought of her stepmother and younger brother!

"Don't worry about your stepmother! You don't know what she treats you on weekdays?" He Xing snorted coldly.

Xiaohui argued: "The stepmother is not good to me, but my brother, that's my brother after all! Brother, can you save my brother? We can't watch him die at the hands of the Tartars."

"I can't care about that much! Let's go!" He Xing said without saying a word, grabbed Xiaohui's hand and continued to drill into the forest.

After burying into the dense jungle and being far away from the roadside, He Xing stopped and said to the villagers who had already escaped into the woods: "Dear villagers, don't make any noise no matter what happens outside! We brothers and I will take a look outside the roadside. You will continue to drill into the forest, and the further you leave the road, the better!"

Seeing the old man in the leader nodding, He Xing felt relieved. The old man was the patriarch of the village, and his words were very important. As long as the patriarch agreed, these villagers would not have any accidents. So He Xing explained to his mother and younger siblings: "You follow everyone to go through the mountains and forests, and our brothers and others go outside to meet Jiannu for a while."

"Brother, be careful!" He Xiuying instructed. Tears were hanging on her face. The girl who used to laugh was gone, and was replaced by a sad girl. She knew what her brother wanted to do, and she must have wanted to lure the Tartars away and protect the safety of herself and the villagers.

He Xing gently stroked his sister's head: "Little sister, don't worry! I have also killed Jiannu! I have killed four Jiannu in total!"

After saying that, He Xing took three brothers with him and walked out of the deep forest without hesitation and headed towards the avenue outside.

"Brother, your girl is so handsome! If the brothers can survive this time, brother, please betroth your girl to your brother." Liu Ergou said with a smile on his face.

He Xing hit Liu Ergou with a chestnut: "The enemy is in front of you, you are still beating me! Remember, this time we will lead Jiannu away to ensure that the villagers can run away! Secondly, we must ensure that our brothers can leave alive!"

The four brothers came to the bushes by the road and could already see the Jin cavalry on the road and the people they were chasing. He Xing made a gesture to tell the brothers to stop moving forward. The four of them were ambushed among the bushes by the road, observing the movements on the road. There were more than 20 villagers on the mountain road who had no time to escape up the mountain running along the road. Eight Jin cavalry behind them rode horses and chased the villagers slowly. These Jin cavalry probably slowed down, just like cats playing with mice, chasing slowly, and enjoyed driving away these poor villagers.

A woman in her early twenties was holding a little boy and trying to run up the mountain, but how could a weak woman run away with her child? When she tried to climb up the hill, her feet slipped and rolled down the hill.

The young woman He Xing recognized that she was Xiaohui's stepmother, and the boy was naturally Xiaohui's half-brother. Although He Xing was not satisfied with bullying Xiaohui on weekdays, he felt a little unbearable when he saw her being chased by Jin soldiers.

The Jin soldiers behind had already caught up. When the Jin soldiers saw the woman rolling down from the hillside, they jumped off their horses and pulled the woman.

The woman hugged her child tightly and refused to let go, but how could she snatch the Jin soldier? The Jin soldier snatched the child in the woman's arms and fell heavily on a big stone. Only a dull collision sound was heard, and the three-year-old boy's cry stopped abruptly. The child's head was placed on the corner of the sharp stone, and his brain splashed.

The Jin soldiers grabbed the woman's waist, lifted her up on the war horse and placed her horizontally on the horse's back. Then they rode their horses to continue chasing several villagers in front.

"Please, let go of my wife!" A man who had already run up the mountain ran out of the forest, knelt in front of the Jin soldiers' horse, hugged the Jin soldiers' legs and begged, "Dear uncles, you all, okay, my wife is pregnant, you can let her go, I am willing to surrender."

A flash of sword light, and the man's head flew into the sky.

The Jin soldier Zhuangda took back his knife, inserted it back into the scabbard, and cursed: "What annoying Nikan male dog! He kept yelling! Now it's pure."

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Chapter completed!