Sun Chuanting came to the front of the group of people and said in a warm voice: "This lady, can the child in your arms be sick? Why do you cry non-stop? Come up, my fellow villagers, I have something to ask!"

The victims did not dare to get up, but they just kept kowtowing and said that the Jun Ye was spared, for fear that they would accidentally anger these Jun Ye, who looked full of murderous aura, would bring disaster to death.

The woman knelt on the ground with her child in her arms, trembling all over, and didn't dare to look up, let alone reply.

Sun Zhian, who has become the chief of Sun Chuanting's personal army, shouted: "Why don't you get up quickly! This is Mr. Sun, the governor of Shaanxi! The master has something to ask you, wait, get up quickly!"

Although the victims did not know how old the governor was, they finally stood up tremblingly when they saw the fierce look of the military master.

Sun Chuanting ordered: "Go and get some rations and water!"

Sun Zhian and another personal soldier quickly turned back to the war horse, each took out more than a dozen steamed cakes from the huge bags on the horse's back, and then took a few water bags made of sheepskin and returned.

When the victims who were gathering in piles of huddles saw the steamed cakes, they suddenly became restless. The eyes of men, women, young and old were focused on Sun Zhian's hands, and their eyes were filled with desire and fanaticism, and their numb expressions became extremely eager.

If it were just Sun Zhian or a few people, the group of victims would have pounced on him and snatched away the steamed cakes from his hands. Even if they died immediately after taking a bite, they would be willing to do so.

Sun Chuanting took a steamed cake, reached out and handed it to the young woman holding the child, and said in a gentle voice: "You may be hungry, my wife, please feed the child a few bites first, don't eat too much!"

Although the woman was still afraid, any fear disappeared in front of food. She stared at the steamed cake in Sun Chuanting's hand with her eyes, stretched out an arm and slowly leaned it out. When she got close, she quickly grabbed the steamed cake in her hand, and sent it to her mouth to bite a large piece of chewing for a while. She lowered her head and put her mouth on the girl's mouth, and passed the chewed steamed cake into the child's mouth. The girl, who was only two or three years old in her arms, stopped crying, and was like a hungry bird, her little body tried to move upward, her mouth was tightly pressed against her mother, and she swallowed greedily.

The surrounding victims were all focused on the steamed cake. Many people's steps were involuntarily moving to the woman, eager to try and rush over to grab the steamed cake.

Sun Chuanting's sad expression showed a sense of perseverance: Only by completely killing the thieves can the people no longer be displaced, and the court's relief can be safely arrived! Natural disasters are unpredictable, and the man-made disasters of the thieves have exacerbated the consequences of the natural disaster. They snatched the only food that the people had, and these thieves should be cut into pieces!

Sun Zhian shouted: "Stop! Otherwise, there will be no mercy to kill!"

The personal soldiers around him rushed forward with their swords to the group of victims who were ready to move. The eyes of these hungry people made people shudder, and they exuded cold blood like wild beasts who wanted to choose people and devour them.

Sun Chuanting turned toward his mount, and ordered as he walked: "Leave five people, ten packs of dry food, and escort the victims to Xi'an Prefecture; order Yang Mingsheng to arrange manpower, and the food goes north, and set up points every thirty miles to collect the victims; the Xi'an Prefecture official army sent a thousand people to guard the victims along the way!"

He has more important things to do, and he can't delay it for too long.

He knew in his heart that if he only left food for the victims without anyone taking care of them, no matter how much food he had, he would be snatched away by a strong man. What would happen to the old, weak, and children who were like the children in her arms? You would know after a little thought.

Yongning Pass is located at the junction of Shanxi and Shaanxi provinces, more than 200 miles away from Yan'an Prefecture in the northwest. It has dense gullies in the middle and the road is tortuous and difficult to walk.

It is precisely because of such a complex terrain that Hong Chengchou has more than 20,000 troops, but he has been helpless with the thieves who have moved around northern Shaanxi.

In a simple hall of a cottage on the Yongning Pass wasteland, Scorpion Tuoyangkun was talking to Zhang Miaoshou.

Since the destruction of Gao Yingxiang's tribe, the Scorpion Block has become the most powerful thief in Shaanxi.

The reason why he was the biggest rather than the strongest was that although Scorpion blocks had more than 30,000 subordinates, there were only more than 2,000 elite soldiers and veterans, and the rest were refugees who were digging food from the ground, and they followed him to rob and make a living.

Another thief, Zhang Miaoshou, was named Zhang Wenyao, a native of Qingjian. He was named after his good dough man since he was a child. At the age of 18, he joined the army to the Zhenqiang Institute in the north and fought against foreign races such as Tatars Dangxiang for many years. Because of his bravery in combat, he gained many achievements and became promoted to the ranks. Later, because he was dissatisfied with the wardrobes, he drew his sword and killed him and fled for fear of crime.

With Wang Jiayin, lighting the lamp, Hongshanlang and others successively zào     fǎn, Zhang Miaoshou had nowhere to go, so he joined the team.

Later, these thieves who were the first to be zào     fǎn were wiped out by Chen Qiyu and others one after another. Zhang Miaoshou gathered the remnants of these people, recruited some fugitives in the border army, and gradually grew stronger.

Although his subordinates had only more than 4,000 people, many of them had strong combat power in border towns such as Yulin and Yansui. The rest of the thieves respected him very much.

Today, Zhang Miaoshou came to the camp of Scorpion Block in Yongning Pass to discuss the court's amnesty with him.

Zhang Miaoshou said, "The emperor issued an imperial edict to surrender, saying that it was the evil we did before. As long as we surrender to the court and become a good citizen, we will not pursue it. What do the leader thinks about this matter?"

The scorpion block touched the short beard under the jaw and looked entangled. After thinking for a while, he said, "Brother Zhang, our lives are so happy that we never dared to think about. We enjoy every day. If we surrender to the court and become good people, these good things will be useless. At that time, we will have to dig food in the soil and dig out a golden egg? Besides, God is not good at it. We have been drought in Shaanxi for seven or eight years, and the crops in this land are sometimes missing. How can we live?"

Zhang Miaoshou sneered: "The big leader just looks at the food in front of him, and he is afraid that he will have no life to enjoy it in the future!"

After all, he has been in the army for many years, and his vision is much broader than that of bandits like Scorpion. After Gao Yingxiang was wiped out, he keenly realized that the situation in the Ming Dynasty was changing. If he did not adapt to the current situation, the result would be bad.
Chapter completed!