At the beginning, the whole family fled from famine, and I used a milk bottle as a koi carp

Chapter 12 The siege of bandits
  Sure enough, the closer to Anqing City, the more refugees there were. The village chief was so worried that he couldn't eat enough every day, and his sparse beard almost fell off.

Every day there are people robbing things and even selling their sons and daughters. The women in the village couldn't bear to see it, but the village chief warned and warned not to pit anyone.

Yesterday, just because Mrs. Chu in the village felt sorry for a mother and daughter who were begging, a group of people went up and robbed half of the food from Mrs. Chu's house. If the village security team hadn't responded promptly, Mrs. Chu's family might not have been able to save the other half of their food.

Mrs. Chu's man was from a family with the surname Liu in the village. The man disappeared early in his life. With the help of the clan members, he was a widower and raised his only son Liu Caizi. I couldn't bear to see the pitiful look in the girl's eyes on the roadside.

Liu Caizi's mother-in-law was the daughter of a scholar. Although she didn't say anything, her reproach was obvious. My family really couldn't take care of them, and the village chief kept telling me that these people should be very careful when they get here.

Alas, when setting up camp at night, Liu Erhu went to the village chief and said quietly: "There is a team of dozens of people who have been following our village for a day. We go, they go, we stop, and they stop. If this continues, we will It won’t be long before I can’t stand it anymore.”

The village chief sighed, knowing that their village was being targeted. During the day, everyone was walking in one direction, and it was not obvious. They found that such a large group of people, most of whom were strong laborers, deliberately walked slowly, but they also slowed down.

Something bad happened, he was targeted.

Although there are about 300 people in the village, more than half are old, weak, women and children, and there are only a few dozen people with real fighting ability and strong labor force.

At night, as usual, they were on alert at all times. Everyone looked at the dots of fire in the distance, and the gang was stationed not far from them.

The place where the villagers were stationed was a flat land at the foot of the mountain away from the road. The only disadvantage was that there were many trees and mosquitoes.

The village relies on weapons and equipment to save food, donkeys and horses, which is particularly prominent among the refugees here. Don't look at the piles of things on the donkey carts and carriages, just look at the young and old men in each family. Although they are dressed in the same dirty clothes, their faces are not as sallow and thin as other teams.

The people in the village were annoyed that they didn't even pretend to be disguised. It was fine when they encountered a small team, but they didn't dare to step forward when they saw so many people. However, when they encountered a large team with many people and looked at the dozen or so donkeys and horses in the village, they probably had to. Rush up and grab.

The night faded away, leaving only the occasional sound of insects and the snoring of men. The weather was hot and there was no wind. There was little need for a fire at night, so I lit mugwort to smoke out mosquitoes at the four corners where I slept, and there was basically no open flame.

Just after midnight, several strong men carrying knives kept staring at the movement in the distance. Their team was quite mixed. There were people from a village, beggars, deserters and bandits. Everyone only had one person. The goal is to stay alive.

The bearded leader was eating pancakes and discussing with the other two people, "Let's take action tonight! We are only two days away from Anqing City. If we don't take action, we will have no chance."

"Don't worry, boss, you can't run away. We have been staring at these people for several days. These people are just a large number of people. They are all old, weak, women and children, and have little fighting power. If we hadn't seen the large number of people, we would have taken action long ago." Qin Da'an straightened his sleeves and sat elegantly. The simple eating utensils did not lose his grace at all.

It can be seen that this person is a scholar.

Hu Laosan looked at Qin Daan with disdain. This man followed the boss halfway. Since he came, the boss has listened to his suggestions. He and the eldest brother are brothers who have been through life and death. They escaped from the defeat of King Huainan together and have grown their team all the way up to now. "Boss, I think these people are not simple. They can escape all the way here without losing any manpower, and they have no worries about food and drink. They must have something to rely on. Why don't we wait at a close distance? Before, we were looking for people from a distance. I don’t know much about it, how can ordinary teams dare to stare at such a big fat sheep like us.”

Hu Laosan didn't really think that those people were powerful. No matter how powerful they were, they were just ordinary villagers. How could they compare with them? He and the boss came from the barracks. What's there to be afraid of? I just don't want Qin Da'an to get his way.

"Hahaha, Third Brother, you hurry up and eat something. There will be a fire at night, and Da'an is thinking about everyone. Eat less and drink less along the way. It's God's fate that you can get here." The bearded Mou Fangping said nonchalantly.

They were deserters, and they would have died if they were caught. They were lucky enough to survive until now, and it was a gift from God. They also met a group of like-minded brothers, No. 40 or 50, who could fight even if they met ordinary officers and soldiers. What's the benefit? Afraid?
  After another hour, it is the time when people sleep the deepest, and ordinary people are the sleepiest at this time. Hu Laosan took a knife and led a few young people with knives and sticks, walking around on the left side while stepping on the dirt.

According to the plan, the bearded Mou Fangping led his men to approach from the middle, and Qin Daan led his men from the far right, slowly attacking together with Hu Laosan's left side. Each person brings a dozen people, and they only need food, donkeys and oxen, and nothing else.

An Ningning had woken up a long time ago, or he hadn't slept at all. He had noticed this group of people a long time ago. Before, he had only followed them from a distance and didn't take them seriously. Who knew that today they were getting closer and closer, and tonight they actually wanted to take action.

Fortunately, the villagers were prepared, but with so many people, the villagers thought it would be a bit difficult to escape unscathed this time.

Hu Laosan was so arrogant that he didn't even think about covering it up. In his eyes, these people had long been like fish and meat, taking them at will. Not everyone in their group is accommodated, and those who are accommodated are all young and middle-aged people with good physical strength, far more than ordinary farmers in the village.

He didn't understand why the boss had been waiting for several days and insisted on doing it at night. Even during the day, he believed that these people were no match for them.

The three people leading the team probably had the same ideas. They all felt that they could easily lead the team, so there was no delay. Maybe I want to end it quickly and collect the grain and livestock so I can go back and sleep for a while.

The bearded Mou Fangping was never afraid of these refugees or ordinary people. He had been in the military camp for so many years, so he had nothing to fear. He and Hu Laosan were deserters. If they made a lot of noise along the way, they would attract the attention of others, especially the officers and soldiers.

After the defeat of the King of Huainan, the defeated troops scattered and many people fled. They were the defeated soldiers earlier, and they would die if they returned to the team. It was better to run out and find a way to survive.

A city is fought over and over again, whether it can be broken or not, but the number of people on both sides is filled in wave after wave.

Who wants to die if given a chance to live!

Even if there is a little way to survive, I would rather others die and leave the way of survival to myself.

This is a temporary team. Besides good brothers, who else can't be abandoned?

Even if we are good brothers, when the critical moment comes, what can't we give up?
  This is fate. In troubled times, people are worse than dogs!
  (End of this chapter)