Where is the king's army? This is a question that the people of the Song Dynasty have been talking about for more than 275 years.┏┓Because since the establishment of the Song Dynasty, the old land of the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun fell into the hands of the Liao people. In 275, the king's army was defeated and was defeated again, from paying 200,000 taels of silk to Liao and 300,000 pieces of silk to Jinsui and Mongolia, and all the surrounding barbarians were tributed.

Some people actually say that the Song Dynasty is strong, where is the strong? After the strong is gunpowder, it was destroyed by the barbarians. I am afraid that in such a situation, if you talk about the idiot, you may be the strongest one.

The rising sun in winter is rare, especially in Shu, which is even more so in the wet and warm basins. Perhaps because the massacre last night created too much injustice, it broke through the thick clouds in the sky of Shu.

In the sunset, the trees fell to the west. Below these scattered shadows, sat those who escaped from Huaxi Village last night. Almost all of them looked desperate. As the people of the Song Dynasty, they knew that they would never have the right to look forward to it, and the king would come to rescue them.

Until this time, the woman who had waited for a night but had not waited for her husband was desperate. Looking at the Huaxi Village, which had been burned to the ground, and looking at the headless corpses in the nearby river. Looking at all this, the last trace of hope in her heart was gone.

The young man was also frightened by the cold at night and was having a fever. But now who has any solution? The big-footed woman had to hold the child tightly in her arms and always use a hand towel to dip some water on the child's forehead.

With some nostalgic and reluctant eyes, she looked at the village with smoke rising from the mountain. On the road outside the village, there were obviously more Mongolian soldiers coming. Looking at the situation, there were at least 5,000 people. Further, they were trapped in the fog in the mountains. While she was looking at the village, sad for her husband and the deaths in the village, noisy sounds came from the crowd that suddenly fled.

"You little girl, put down the rice!"

The person who spoke was the children of the rich family in the village, and he was also a scholar. Almost all the land in the village belonged to them. At this moment, he pressed his waist with one hand and stared at his son with a long red sword. The 12-year-old eldest son in the family used a bamboo tube to heat up the meal from last night. However, looking at the current situation, the meal was destined to be in front of the mother and the mother.

"I'll give you my family, this is the meal I brought to you!"

"Your family is all my tenants. Of course, the master needs to eat first if you have food!"

"Which master are you? Let go, let go..."

A 12-year-old child is not a young and strong opponent. Even a scholar who is powerless to deal with a 12-year-old child is not easy to get. The big-footed woman looked at the nearby fellow villagers with a little sadness, hoping that they could say a fair word. However, what is disappointing is probably that everyone is thinking about it. After the war disaster in the future, they will continue to go home to farm. Naturally, everyone just checks, and there is no one to speak.

"Young Master, I'm afraid you don't follow the Chinese rules. You will be robbed and robbed. In the face of this military disaster, I'm afraid that those Chinese soldiers will not allow you to live!"

What surprised the big-footed woman was that she saved her and the new wife next door seemed to be a fierce woman. At this moment, her husband was by her side and she had been scolded from dawn until now that she didn't dare to look up.

"Hmph, Chinese Army, you are still counting on those who can only be foolish. Where are they when our village criticizes you? If you find one, I will lie down and ride it as a horse for you!"

"snort!"

At this moment, a cold snorted suddenly. Before everyone could understand, several people slipped down from nearby trees along the long rope. They were covered with green nets with cloth made of grass leaves. They were all holding rifles in their hands, and the person in charge came to the so-called young master in front of them.

"Hey, I see you, you have to be regarded as a horse!"

The person who came was not very tall, but he could be seen to be extremely strong. Yes, the one who came was the soldiers of the "Huaxia Zhenlu Army", and they were obviously soldiers of the "Huaxia Army". He was holding a revolver in his hand, and the person who was talking was slowly twisting a tube-like thing on the barrel. He looked up at the so-called "scholar" who was not moving, and he asked a question.

"What, do you want me to help?"

Although the soldiers in front of them were a little dark, they were the result of training under the sun on Kalimantan Island. Moreover, their faces without armor were also scratched with camouflage sticks like living ghosts. At night, the light-colored skin is also one of the reflective objects.

Although the faces were painted very colorfully, it can be seen that they were standard Song people. Or they were Song soldiers before Jia Sidao gave them to "Jeju Island". But now they are soldiers of the "Chinese Army" and Chinese Army soldiers who were strictly trained for half a year. At this moment, their face armor - ghost faces, were hung on their chests by the buckles on one side. As long as they were not fighting, few people like these things that make people breathe.

When the fleeing people saw them, their faces showed joy, and some people cried happily. At this moment, their eyes were all looking at the soldiers in front of them. The person who could have the same "Song Qingtian and Song Zi" and Pu Shao would definitely be the king's army in the future. As for whether it is now, that is not an important matter, as long as they can maintain justice.

With a "clang", the "scholar" pulled out the sword under his ribs. This thing is a product of the "Huaxia Empire", a decorative sword with silver plated. It is good to use it to decorate the wall. If it is used to scare people, it would be a silver-like wax gun head.

The soldier of the "Chinese Army" opposite him smiled on his face. Although there was camouflage on his face, everyone could still see that it was ridicule.

"You saw it, he intends to attack me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the revolver with a muffler installed on his hand had a low gunshot.

"Puff, puff..."

As if someone spitted two phlegm, with his gunshot, the so-called "scholar"'s knee had been blown open by two shots of two round knee skulls. The person who lost those two bones could not stand. The "scholar" had kneeled down on the ground the next moment, opening his mouth to scream.

The soldier flew together and made him faint immediately. After doing all this, the soldier looked at the fleeing person.

"The war disaster is coming, the robbery will die!"
Chapter completed!