Modern people may have lost this experience, which is the cold that makes the soul throbbed at dawn in winter.

The cold wind outside the door cuts every inch of the skin exposed outside like a knife.

The soldiers who had been guarding all night snuggled in front of the brazier to keep warm, wiped their faces with a warm towel. The days of rising gradually softened their almost numb faces, which finally made the soldiers feel a little alive.

The old soldiers in the army would pull up these sentries, push off their shoes, socks, and gloves, wipe their hands and feet, and then let them lean against the stove to rest.

The stove was filled with the Chuitan that the soldiers cut yesterday. The sound of the slap was filled with a wave of soft hearts.

The old president stayed up all night. Before, there was no food in the village. He was always worried that the villagers in the village would starve to death. Now he has raised money to buy food, but he is worried that the beggar camp will return again and take away this little life-saving food.

While the entire village was still silent, the soldiers of the Junshan Mountain had already gotten up as usual and put on their backpacks. However, the extremely conspicuous white robes were stacked aside, and the Chef Camp had already started preparing breakfast.

The soldiers waiting for breakfast took the initiative to help the villagers clean the yard, took out some dry food from their waists, and put it into the empty rice jar of the villagers.

This is the first time that the people of Yunxiangxi have seen such officers and soldiers who love the people as much as their children.

Before, they met the living King of Hell, who killed people and set fire, and did everything they could do.

Since the invasion of the Qihuo Camp, the people have lived in dire straits.

So what about Junshan?

Not only did he help the people build bridges and roads, but he also left his own food to the people.

People's hearts are full of flesh. Who is good and bad? People have a scale in their hearts.

Although Zhu Zhen did not let go, he actually sent out at least four or five waves of scouts last night.

In the early morning, Zhu Zhen, who had just napped all night, started practicing in the yard with a ring-headed knife in his hand.

According to the veteran general in the army who is good at using swords, he has reached a very high level of swords, and the knife ring of the sword at the first sword has no sound.

But Zhu Zhen obviously could not reach this level, but even without this level, Zhu Zhen still used the ring-headed sword to make the tiger lively.

The old president looked at Zhu Zhen practicing sword from a distance, and stopped talking several times. In the end, he couldn't help but say, "Sir, when you leave, the lives of thousands of people in Yunxiangxi have been explained."

Zhu Zhen stopped and said, "If the villagers in the army can share the same hatred of the enemy, our strong army will be blocked at the bridge yesterday. The president hopes that we can indeed protect the village for a while, but in troubled times, will the president still hope that I can protect you for the rest of your life?"

"this."

The old president choked for a moment, but not long after, he spoke again: "Sir, do you mean we should protect ourselves?

But we are just a group of farmers who only know how to farm.”

After Zhu Zhen practiced martial arts, his whole body was filled with heat, his angular muscles were filled with a sense of wanton power.

Hu Er held a hand towel in his hand and helped Zhu Zhen wipe the sweat from his body.

"Who said that villagers can't protect themselves?

Old President, you are afraid that most of our elite troops in the military mountain were also people in Yiwu before.”

Hu Er smiled and said, "People have two arms and two legs. If they don't fight, they will be afraid of it first and they will really lose."

It is such a difficult thing to point to a group of farming people to fight against the bandits.

Even if it wins, the price it will pay is so heavy.

Zhu Zhen actually knew very well in his heart.

The old village chief was silent, but he was still very sad.

"Sir, there is another situation. The old man's house..." Yang Xun walked in from outside, then said a few words in Zhu Zhen's ear.

"Send a few people to follow. The old man is righteous and devotes himself to the people all his life. Don't hurt his face."

A young man walked out of the village quietly, his body covered with whip marks and cursed with resentment, "The old guy is really crazy! Why should he help the poor guys buy food after the money he saved at home?"

Qin Changji is the youngest son of an old scholar, and his two brothers joined the army in the public camp of Wu.

The old pedantic wife usually missed her two other sons, so she gave her spoiled to her younger son, which also led to Qin Changji's unruly temper.

Qin Changji looks down on the poor people in the village on weekdays, but everyone respects the old man. As long as Qin Changji does not do anything excessive, no one will gossip.

But this time, the old scholar donated all the money in his family for food, which led to Qin Changji saying that his wife's money was spent in vain, and his resentment in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Yesterday, I was so angry that I debated with my father for a few words, and my father hung on the beam of the house on the ground of ignorance and beaten up. Today, my mother secretly removed him, so he made up his mind and immediately prepared to inform me.

It is not uncommon for scholars to sacrifice their lives and sacrifice their lives to their country.

However, scholars are often ungrateful and seeking their own affairs.

Qin Changji became more and more hated the more he thought about it. Sometimes he felt that the poor people in the village were the father's biological sons, but he picked them up.

"Sir."

Not long after Hu Er reported the news, the old scholar hurried over, kneeled directly on the snow with his knees, and kowtowed, "Judge, my unfilial son sneaked out of the village. I was worried that he would leak the news of food in the village to the begging camp, and asked Juju to send troops immediately to recover the unfilial son.

If you can't catch it back, you can shoot it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with pretty good care of herself ran out and fought hard against the old pedan.

He cursed like crazy: "You old guy, are you crazy?

It’s okay if the two children have passed by Duke Wu. I don’t know how to live or die. Are you even going to send your youngest son’s life?”

"Damn it! What do you woman know?"

The old peddler slapped the woman in the face with hatred.

The woman fell in the snow, with a lot of blood flowing from the corners of her mouth.

The woman felt sad, letting the blood flow, and she lie on the ground and crying.

Zhu Zhen shook his head slowly and looked at the old peddler with pity on his face.

This old man devoted himself to the village, but what kind of evil did he commit?

If his son was killed because of this, wouldn’t he end up being separated for nothing?

Joining the army by yourself is not for the purpose of bad people to live a lifetime.

The old village chief looked at the old scholar with a sympathy and stepped forward and said, "Sir, the old scholar is the benefactor of our village. His first two children have gone to the battlefield and have no idea of ​​life and death. I beg you to forgive his youngest son for his life no matter what."

Zhu Zhen smiled and said, "Please rest assured."

Hu Er on one side shook his head and sighed secretly. The scout had already sent the news, and Qin Changji was obviously running towards the direction of the beggar camp.

The answer is also obvious. This is not the first time this kid has worked with the Qihuo Camp.

Even if the Lord will not kill him, he will have no way to survive in the village.

The villagers' eyes rolled enough to kill him.

Zhu Zhen helped the old scholar up and said, "Old sir, the ground is cold, get up quickly, I ordered your child to go this trip."

Looking at Zhu Zhen's serious appearance, the old peddler said disbelief: "Sir, are you lying to me?"

Don’t you want to put the lives of the villagers aside for my personal reputation?

Such a son who is inhumane can kill him."

No one knows his son better than his father. I can never know what his son is.

This morning, as soon as I got up, your son hurried to me and said that he had made a mistake. He wanted to make contributions and change his views in his father's eyes.

I gave him such a chance. Speaking of which, is the noble man or the hero who sacrificed his life to take risks?

He will personally go to the dangerous place and tell the news that we are about to leave and that there is enough food in the village. At that time, the Qihou Camp will probably call us.

And we are going to help Yunxiangxi solve this big problem before leaving.

"Sir, what you said is true?

My unfilial son really has such courage?”

The old scholars are still a little hard to believe.

Zhu Zhen nodded sincerely and said, "It's more real than real gold."

The old scholar suddenly sat on the ground and sighed for a long time, "My son understands the truth, but I have no regrets even if I die."

Zhu Zhen looked at the old president again and signaled him to cooperate. The old president looked clear and then blinked.

Zhu Zhen then spoke, "We must act quickly, and we cannot let the noble son run for nothing. President, you gather all the men in the village, put on the clothes we waited for, and hold my flag with my guards. Now cross the river and march forward according to our marching route. After walking five miles, under the leadership of my guards, heading straight to the old nest of the Qihuo Camp."

The old president is not a fool. As soon as Zhu Zhen opened his mouth, he knew that the baron of the empire with a prominent identity in front of him had not forgotten their people.

He bent his knees and wanted to kowtow, but was supported by Zhu Zhen.

"Old President, you have to hurry up. The news brought back by my scout is already on the way."

Zhu Zhen said seriously.

"Sir, please don't worry."

The old president ran to the center of the village in a hurry.

After a while, the iron bell in the middle of the village was ringing. The men in the village didn't know why, thinking that a great enemy was coming, so they asked the woman to hide in the cellar and under the bed, so they rushed to the valley to gather with farm tools in their hands.

But I saw an elite army of more than thirty people standing next to the old village chief.

The old president did not explain much, but waved his hand and said, "My boys, put on armor and follow me now!"

The old president has a high prestige in Yunxiang Creek. Although the young man was confused, he did not dare to hesitate at all. He put on the snow-white cloak in a moment.

The old president looked at the military flag flying in the sky and seemed to have returned to the years he was young.

God is really lucky! Who would have thought that when he was about to be buried, he could realize his ideals when he was young. When he was young, he and the old scholar had fantasized about iron horses and wars.

"My boys, it's too late to go. I'll explain to you on the way. Everyone will give me the momentum of the soldiers in the military mountain and set off now."

After saying that, the old president bowed in the direction of Zhu Zhen, turned around and left.

At this time, Fu Zijie, dressed in a peasant costume, looked at Zhu Zhen, who was also wearing a torn sheepskin coat and holding a thick porcelain bowl, sucking and drinking millet porridge, and his mouth was full of flattery.

"Sir, I'll pack you eggs."
Chapter completed!