Chapter 232 Zhao’s Price

Kuaiji Mountain.

September fourteenth.

The fifth day of the county martial arts competition and the craftsman competition.

The hilltop where the three hundred bandits hid was covered with red leaves. The north wind was still blowing today, blowing away the leaves that had withered this autumn, while those rotten leaves that had been deposited for many years were dragging their feet, preferring to turn into mud rather than move.

On the south side of the mountain, maple trees are the densest. On the uneven ground, there are many fallen leaves that look light and even standing on the ground, but they will not move away no matter how the wind blows. Because these leaves are fake and are firmly sewn on the bandits' heads.

On clothes.

The employer of the bandits was not unprepared for fire prevention. If he ran down the mountain from his lurking position, he would find a river with sufficient water flow. If he ran towards the top of the mountain, he would soon reach the bare mud area that runs from east to west.

How can there be a vast muddy area without trees in a beautiful mountain forest? Last year, the Shen family from Wuxing County came to Shanyin for business, purchased a lot of maple trees, and dug them up by the roots. Because they missed the season to plant saplings,

Due to Shen's special methods, this land is always bald and barren of grass.

If one could fly like a falcon and look down from high in the sky, he would find that the maple forest terrain sandwiched between rivers and muddy areas resembles a giant red eye.

The bandits have a way to advance and retreat, and they are not afraid of mountain fires. Moreover, each of them relies on their high martial arts skills, and their impatient murderous aura has been built up to its peak as they suffer day and night.

The bandits who received the report did not need to get close, but they were frightened to death by the fierce flames and billowing black smoke.

The fire swallowed up Zhao Sanlang and he couldn't see where Erlang was. Can this boy save his life?

Zhao Silang pushed his nephew back: "Go home. The lives of my uncles can pay for their mistakes. Remember the shame of the Zhao family and be an upright person!" After saying that, Zhao Silang rushed into the gap in the fire line and put his back

The basket is lit and the gaps are filled.

"But the back is also on fire? Where will I run?" Zhao Xiaolang sobbed and shook his father's hand. "If I run away, where is my father?"

There are also people who want to escape, but where to escape? There are no roads, no land, no money, and they are wanted. They simply fight to leave a way for the elders and the younger ones to survive.

"Shanyin Zhao family, wait until we run out and wipe out your whole family!"

"Take off your dead leaf clothes quickly!"

The bold desperate bandits rushed towards the gap that had not yet formed a line of fire and started fighting with the Zhao clan. The Zhao clan members did not know martial arts, but how dare the bandits waste time on killing at this time? They wanted to seize the slightest chance of survival.

Escape from the fire.

When the other bandit woke up, all the Zhao people came to him. No matter how conceited this bandit was, he couldn't fight against a hundred people, so he ran back without caring about where his companions were.

"Quick, quick!"

Zhao Xiaolang cried while running: "Father, you have to catch me in a while, you have to catch me."

"Father, I'm afraid." Zhao Xiaolang's hand was let go by his father. He was shaking in panic and cried, grabbing his father back.

Zhao Dalang shouted: "Everyone! Run south...remember! We can't be buried with you without merit! Second brother, third brother, fourth brother, I will be at the front, waiting for you."

The Zhao family of Shanyin, together with the tenants who were loyal to their master, a total of 230 people, trekked towards the muddy area. Slowly, more than 200 people dispersed into a horizontal line.

"Ah!" Zhao Dalang's eyes were gouged out by the vicious bandit.

The bandits had no chance to escape.

At this time, the craftsman candidates on the thorn slope first discovered a mountain fire burning in the northwest.

"Rebel! Die!" Zhao Erlang, who had been cowardly for more than thirty years and had no business acumen, imagined himself as a soldier on the battlefield before he died. He was no longer afraid! He was no longer afraid!

No, the line of fire is chasing too hard!

The wind, which was looked down upon at first, showed its terrifying fangs.

The hiding place carefully planned by Shen of Wuxing County became the execution ground carefully arranged by the Kuaiji County Department.

Half of them have died, and the rest have exhausted their strength. In the open space on the other side of the river, three hundred brave men raised their bows and were ready. They shot birds two days ago, and today they shot bandits!

carefree!!

The bandits were in a dilemma. Without the barrier of the dead leaf clothes, they would either die from arrows while crossing the river, or they would be burned to death when they returned.

There is a fire-blocking mud zone in the south, and there are fire-blocking river channels at the foot of the mountain.

"There's something wrong with the dead leaf clothes!"

"Idiot, don't throw your clothes forward!"

First there were dead grass, leaves, and then branches. The sparks were blown far away by the wind, setting off new fire sources one after another.

"Father... of course I will follow you. When the time comes, you have to run faster and don't let Dad catch you up."

Fire!

But, he underestimated the imperial court. Only then did Zhao Dalang realize, how could the government be willing to sacrifice its troops to fight against the bandits? Ever since the Shen tribe dug out the muddy area across the mountain last year, the government had been planning to burn the mountain. .

As expected, there was a wide stretch of mud ahead, with no edges visible on either side. Only scattered floating leaves blew in and out of the dark ground. This shows that the Shen tribe spent a lot of effort to open up this place last year.

The Zhao people did not pursue him.

The newly dispatched tourists, pavilion officials, rural soldiers, and hundreds of ministers and concubines, totaling thousands of people, were sent here last night. They only patrolled and extinguished the sparks floating across the river bank.

Now only Wulang, an elderly man over sixty, and a child under three years old are left in the Zhao family. The rest of the clan, including married women, are all on the list of those who were involved in this mountain-burning operation.

Just waiting to cause trouble, kill ten with one!

What else in the world can scare them?

The right moment.

In terms of conspiracy, Zu Yue, the leader of the rebels, did not plan against Sima Daoji and Wang Changyu, who were engaged in the history of Sili.

The weather is right and the land is favorable.

Most of the bandits hurriedly ran towards the river channel at the foot of the mountain. Thick smoke and fire were chasing them! They were more difficult to deal with than ferocious beasts, chasing them!

The mountain fire climbed up every tree, and the sparks flying at high places were much farther than those at low places. No matter how panicked the bandits were, they knew that they could not disperse and escape at this time. They had to get together to break through. The rural soldier checkpoint at the river canal.

The place is almost there.

Saw it.

Zhao Sanlang was very young, and his hair on the temples had already turned gray. "Don't be afraid. Remember what my father said, when you pass the land in front of you, run towards the maple forest. When you get tired or feel pain, blow the fire stick." , throw it into the basket on your back. Then put down the basket and run back. The most important thing is to blow the fire."

In terms of strength, although Zu Yue was the governor, no one could beat the local troops in Kuaiji County!

The bandit was very cautious and left two people at the edge of the mud area to investigate. One person was taking a nap, and the other person looked up when he heard the noise. He was frightened to see so many people lined up. The bandit was a bandit, so he left his accomplices behind. , quickly ran away on all fours to report the news.

The wind direction is really good today.

In front of the father and son is Zhao Dalang. Zhao Dalang heard the conversation between his third brother and his nephew and was filled with regret. His father was confused, and he was even more confused! His father colluded with the traitors, bought dyes, hired embroiderers, and was unable to run his own bamboo shop. As the eldest son, how could he not notice it? But he not only wanted to be a filial son, but also thought that if the rebels succeeded, wouldn't he become a hero and start a businessman as an official? By then, the business in Kuaiji County would be over. The Zhao clan is the largest.

Someone screamed from behind, and the dry leaf clothes caught fire with sparks.

Early in the morning, you had already informed that the mountain fire was caused by the government's intention to burn away the thorns and plant evergreen eucalyptus trees next year. So although the candidates were afraid, no one made any noise.

The shameless warriors took this opportunity to climb the slope, talking about wildfires, and peeking at the weapons the candidates were making.

It would be nice if all the brave warriors dispersed and weren't so concentrated on the slopes of Wangge, so that it wouldn't appear that they had ulterior motives.

"Sister Ge, it's really you! Hey, can you tell me about the wolf fang shot? I didn't see it clearly yesterday." Wang Tian greeted Wang Ge as if he was reunited after a long absence.
Chapter completed!